"What did you say to Xiaohai? It made him so happy that he almost jumped up." Black Big Ben left Nanjiang Township far behind the car, and Qianmai asked Peng Chen in the quiet car.
"This is our boy's secret." Peng Chen refused to cooperate and looked at the scenery outside.
Qianmai gave up, and took out the pile of class notes from his schoolbag sideways.
Her actions aroused Peng Chen's gaze: "Don't look at things in the car, it's bad for your eyesight. You sleep for a while, when you arrive at school, I call you."
Qianmai shook his head and said, "I went to bed very late in the morning, and now I can't sleep. When school started, I had to preview all the textbooks, and now I will focus on the key points, soon..."
Before she finished speaking, Peng Chen grabbed the information: "Then I will tell you. I made this note, I don't need to read it at all."
Qianmai didn't believe it, nor lacked curiosity: "Is it? A student who listens to music in class and changes homework after class, can he have the teaching skills that a senior teacher can have?"
The red tide soared on Peng Chen, his eyes flickered inexplicably, and he was anxious to dispel his image as a bad student, and said: "That was accidental. I listened to the class very seriously. Every word the teacher said, I felt deeply. Deep in my mind... Anyway, if you don't talk about it, you will know..."
Qian Mai Mai readily agreed, leaning on his back, half-closed his slightly burning eyes, and focused his attention, listening to Peng Chen's explanation.
Why not? No one is born with a lot of things, just try and see.
At the beginning, Peng Chen spoke slowly and hesitantly. But gradually, it became clear and sure. What's more, his explanation is simple and clear, straight to the point, and it sounds effortless.
During the period, Qian Mai quietly glanced over with the corner of his eye, and saw Peng Chen's lips close together. Except for occasionally reading the title on the note, all the explanation was really blurted out. I couldn't help but admire, such strength, I must have done hard work, and it is by no means a simple sentence "intelligent talent" for the teachers and students of the No. 1 Middle School.
In this case, Peng Chen was also surprised by Qianmai's superb mental arithmetic ability. Since learning English together, he knew that Qianmai has a deep foundation in liberal arts, but he did not expect that she even had such a strong mental arithmetic ability in science. After explaining the knowledge points of a chapter, he always deliberately asked one or two questions to test. The original expectation was that as long as she could explain the idea of solving the problem, it would be considered as a pass. As a result, she reported even the data answers in the flash. Throughout the process, from beginning to end, her eyes were half closed, except for the occasional fluttering eyelashes like cicada wings.
The atmosphere in the car continued well. Most of the time, Peng Chen was talking, and occasionally, Qianmai would answer one or two questions softly. Until the black big rush drove to the door of a lieutenant school, the thick pile of class notes had been finished.
It is past two o'clock in the afternoon.
When I got out of the car, Peng Chen took the photographic equipment handed out by the driver from the front seat, and said to Qianmai: "Your body has not fully recovered. Take a good rest today, and wait for your homework to make up later."
Qianmai nodded and urged him to go to class quickly. The two came in and parted ways in front of the school notice window.
For the morning reading class on Sunday, Qianmai was a little late. When entering the classroom, both Liu Feipeng and Nan Weiwei were surprised at her weight loss.
Nan Weiwei rushed forward and gave Qian Mai a big bear hug. Under the eyes of everyone, being so warmly entertained, the boys' whistles immediately sounded behind him, and Qian Mai's face was flushed. But there is no denying that the taste of being embraced by the gentle fragrance of nephrite is really good.
Weiwei, do you know? In the short week of separation, I felt that it was so long that it was so long that it was so dry. In the nightmare of harassment every night, I became a man who was deaf and trembling and alive again. Your only good friend, you ran out of patience and couldn't stand my dullness and incompetence. I sent a text message to break my friendship.
You turned away with contempt and disgust, leaving my heartache like a knife twisted, standing in the vast and cold world not knowing where to go. It feels so real, so true that your words are sharp in the dream. I still remember it clearly, and I can't forget it even if I want to. I feel so happy to be hugged so warmly by you now. This kind of happiness shouldn't be a dream, right
In a daze, Qian Mai couldn't help but pinch herself secretly, but Nan Weiwei's exclamation sounded: "Qian Mai, why are you pinching me so desperately?"
Latent Wheat froze blankly, and asked innocently, was it you who was pinched
In a timely manner, Liu Feipeng's playful voice came from behind: "Nan Weiwei, people are almost out of breath by you, don't pinch who you pinch."
Nan Weiwei blushed, scratched her head awkwardly, and pulled Qianmai's hand back to her seat.
Before sitting down, the sound of the book was loud, and she exclaimed again: "Oh my god, this bracelet is so beautiful. Where did you buy it? How much? You guy, how can you have such a good vision? It's just as good as the things in the jewelry store..."
Qian Mai let her screaming and screaming, raising her wrist and letting her caress and play with it. He glanced at Peng Chen, who was reciting history behind him, hugged him with a faint smile, and asked Liu Feipeng next to him: "How were you all okay last week?"
Liu Feipeng put down the book in his hand and made no secret of it. He leaned his head and looked at Qianmai carefully, and said: "We are all very well, how is your family? It's you, your face is not good, and your illness is not well?"
"Everything is fine at home." Qianmai replied softly, and then shook his head again: "It doesn't matter, it's like snagging."
At this time, Nan Weiwei's three minutes of enthusiasm for the bracelet had passed, and she glanced sideways at Liu Feipeng behind her, and said, "You can take care of yourself. This guy, the spring breeze has been proud recently. I don't know if it is nerve resuscitation, or Wisdom exploded, and his grades rushed to the top. Last week, the last additional question of the chemistry quiz, except for Zhu Shoubin and the three in the third stage, he was the only one who did the right thing, and the chemistry teacher praised him. He got the test paper, He grinned so hard that he grinned behind his ears..."
Listening to the ridiculed words, what Liu and Qian felt was genuine kindness.
Qian Mai interrupted Nan Weiwei who was dancing with excitement a bit: "What about you?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei was stunned, her tone changed, and she sighed slightly. But his hands were not idle, and he carefully played with the claw buttons on the latent wheat velvet coat.
"My "Little Plum Blossom" was brought back, but I missed a lot of classes the month before. My recent quiz results were very miserable, and I am still trying my best to study. I will be busy for a while and participate in the New Year's Day art performance before graduation. I will never pick up competitions and performances again. I have to prepare for the high school entrance examination and draw a perfect end to the domestic study journey."
Thinking that New Year's Day is approaching, the song of June will be sounded in a blink of an eye, and the three of them feel sad.
In the end, the more lively Nan Weiwei took the lead in breaking the silence and changed the subject: "Mai, why are you late in the morning again? With so swollen eye circles, did you have a nightmare again last night?..."
Can't wait for Qianmai to stop it, and then two inquiries were heard at the same time: "What nightmare?"
Feeling the four strong eyes of Qi Qi staring at him urgently, Qian Mai sighed from the bottom of his heart. Isn't Peng Chen clearly memorizing "The Invasion and Influence of Modern Chinese History", he actually stretched his ears so long with one heart and two
After thinking hard for a few seconds, Qianmai has learned something, tampering with Peng Chen's words at noon yesterday, and throwing it over the table: "This is our girl's secret."
After all, she pulled Nan Weiwei and turned around. Unfortunately, boys are easy to deal with, and Nan Weiwei, an octopus, is difficult to get rid of.
On Sunday morning self-study, relying on no teacher to patrol, at this moment, she unscrupulously stuck to the submersible, under the banner of "concern" and "decipher", "gossip" the truth.
"Well, I won't be intimidated. Come home with me to sleep at night, okay? My parents said they haven't seen you for a long time. You moved to my house, we go to school together, okay..."
Nan Weiwei's exhaled heat made her ears itchy and she pushed her away and said, "No. After checking the night, I can go to dormitory 305 to sleep with Sun Hongmei. The people in dormitory 305 are very familiar to me, by the way. I also talked about the topic for them, and the time passed in no time."
"Then how do you explain your swollen dark circles?" Jiaojiao is not the same as a stupid woman.
"Last night I slept chaotically all night. I dreamed that I was sprinkled with a lot of soybeans under my body. I felt sore and unable to sleep or wake up." Knowing to hide from her, Qian Mai chose to surrender and said casually. A gentle dream.
"Why isn't it the Pea? How nice to be the Princess and Pea." This answer finally ended Nan Weiwei's breaking the casserole and asked to the end.
The semester is about to enter the general review stage. Every class in the third stage of the junior high school has to finish the whole year's course before the exam. The teachers have entered a new round of self-study class competition. All sub-subjects have been stopped, and the last two evenings of the evening self-study are undoubtedly divided by the teachers.
In the cold winter wind, the teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School all became hurried.
Hidden Wheat secretly likes this kind of hectic life. Overloaded courses and questioning tactics tightened the clockwork of her life, not allowing her to have any random thoughts. In addition to paying attention to a balanced diet, she also insists on exercising every day. In the early morning in the middle of winter, the cold wind brought a blade-like chill, sharply cutting her cheeks and ears, with a faint tingling pain. But even so, she couldn't stop her determination to run five kilometers every day.
Now, except for the occasional nightmare attack, everything in Qianmai has returned to normal. There was no more tinnitus and auditory hallucinations, which made her sigh deeply.
It was the last Sunday of December in a blink of an eye.
At noon, the school's auditorium was squeezed tightly by classmates from the third grade of junior high school, as well as graduating class students from other schools and other places. What is about to be held here is the first year enrollment briefing held by Hangzhou A Middle School in Jintian County.
Relying on the advantage of the tower near the water, Qianmai and Liu Feipeng were late to arrive. When walking through the school administration building, the two saw a leader in suits and leather shoes, shaking hands with F3 in the same class to say goodbye. Among them was the admissions leader of Hangzhou A Middle School who had met all the way when they entered the school in the morning.
"They all met in advance?" Liu Feipeng murmured, with his chest tight and entangled with some unspeakable emotion. Is this the privilege of gifted students
"Those leaders originally came for the three of them. Otherwise, why do you think this year's "Weasel" came so early? It's not that the three of them have won too many awards, and they have long been stared at." Qianmai calmly analysis. No way, it has been like this since ancient times. Good products and good things have always been rushed by everyone.
In the distance, Peng Chen glanced at the two of them. Qian Mai waved his hand to say hello. Then, he pulled Liu Feipeng's sleeve into the auditorium. There was no place in the auditorium for a long time, so they chose a place to stand in the back aisle.
Accompanied by school leaders, Hangzhou A middle school leaders filed in. Latent Wheat tiptoed and looked at it, but F3 did not follow up.
The PPT on the enrollment instructions in A is very detailed. After a series of content, everyone has a general understanding of the situation in A, including the admission scores of high school freshmen in A. The general key words are: high scores, many talents, provincial key points, a century-old prestigious school, it is indeed an ideal institution for students to yearn for.
What Qianmai didn't expect was that her life would also be taken care of.
In the second physics class in the afternoon, Gu Yawei hurried in and called her out. Without saying anything, he took her to the school conference room. At the circular conference table in the administration building, there were already a dozen leaders sitting around at this time, and it was the few who appeared in the auditorium at noon.
When Qianmai came in, his scrutiny gaze flew over, lingering for a long time. Seeing her cheeks quickly stained with pink clouds, her whole body was a little nervous. But soon, she calmed down. Because in the huge conference room, besides the head teacher Gu Yawei, there is also an elegant figure that she is familiar with, and that is her idol teacher Huang Ruolan.
At this time, Huang Ruolan was sitting on the west side of the conference table, dressed in a simple and elegant matching skirt, with a warm smile at the corners of her mouth, with an elegant and soothing taste. Seeing his students come in, he hurriedly beckoned: "Mai, come to the teacher."
Qianmai smiled and walked over and stood beside Huang Ruolan.
But I heard Huang Ruolan’s beautiful voice, and said to everyone present: "Leaders, this is the student Qianmai I just introduced. The twenty works shown on the PPT are all her awards in the past two years, or excellent Sketching works. Since the student entered the ink painting interest group, I have been using a digital camera to continuously track and photograph her works. Through the 20 works shown in the PPT, we can clearly see that Qianmai is very good at using delicate brushwork. , Novel creativity, implicit and timeless sound and rhyme, the picture is rendered lifelike, and the quality is like touch, making people often look at it and keep it new... ”
Huang Ruolan skillfully operated the teaching equipment, and the PPT played it again quickly. Twenty refreshing ink paintings were once again presented to everyone. All the leaders present nodded in agreement with Huang Ruolan's remarks. Qianmai's heart was even more turbulent and shocked. It turned out that, in silence, what Mr. Huang gave to himself was actually three years of daily care and care. How lucky I am to get such a blessed eye!
In this case, Huang Ruolan started another addition: "The most admirable thing about Qianmai Mai is that her calligraphy and sketch works are also very good. In this way, she has the hope of creating artistic conception and integrating modern art. To expand the realm of ink painting and form her distinctive personal style. These beautiful hopes need to be guided and cultivated by a better mentor. This is my original intention to introduce her to A Middle School."
A neat summary, Huang Ruolan continued to operate the teaching equipment.
At this time, what appeared on the screen were Qianmai’s calligraphy and sketch works, and a total of ten were selected. Amidst the sound of exclamation, the picture was finally fixed on the calligraphy "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye". But seeing the works are well-proportioned and exquisite throughout, the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are even more upright. If it weren't for Huang Ruolan's special explanation, everyone here, including Gu Yawei, would hardly imagine that a junior high school girl could write Liu Ti so skillfully and smartly.
For a long time, a mellow male voice sounded in the conference room. Qianmai followed the voice and looked over, and saw a young man in his early thirties wearing a silver-gray suit.
“Ms. Huang’s recommendation is to speak from her works. Everyone is obvious and convinced. Qianmai is indeed a rare specialty student. However, according to the usual practice, we still have to ask about her cultural achievements. Ask the head teacher to introduce us to us. a bit."
Hearing this, Gu Yawei stood up immediately, opened the history record of Hidden Wheat just retrieved from the office, and handed it to the leader in A to see. In addition, I also made a simple supplement, saying: "As a class teacher, my evaluation is that Qianmai is definitely a good student with excellent academic performance. According to her grades, there is no need to enter A as a special student. , Sprint hard, the high school entrance examination can completely reach the score of A. The problem is that she does not have a registered residence in Hangzhou. So, here, I would like to ask the leaders to pay attention to the fact that Qianmai is the only one to enter the top ten in the Olympiad class. The girl ranked seventh in the mid-term exam. The total score is only six points behind the first place Shen Zhou. Moreover, her English and math scores are both double-hundred. Such a good score should not be limited to special admissions. ."
Several leaders in A looked at Qianmai’s record in turn and nodded in satisfaction. Qian Mai was also very pleasantly surprised by Gu Yawei's spare no effort to speak highly of it. You know, in the classroom, he has always been blasted and criticized.
Qianmai secretly cast grateful glances at the two teachers, but all he got was an understatement of smiles.
Compared with the joy of the three teachers and students here, the expressions of the leaders in the No. 1 Middle School over there are very weird, not wanting to laugh, not to want to cry. Seeing people blatantly coveting the baby bumps in their school, it is obviously a brother school, not only can not stop it, but also serve with smiles against their will. Seeing the two young teachers, who spared no effort to push outstanding students outside, the hearts of several leaders really knocked over the five-flavored bottle.
Several middle A leaders gathered their heads and muttered for a while, and then took their seats again, carefully looking at Qian Mai, who had been standing next to Huang Ruolan, smiling silently.
"Qian Xiaomai students,, then,, please answer our questions (Student Qianmai, please answer our questions next.)" It was still the young man in the silver suit.
"OK." Is this a special exam? Still in English
Qianmai took a step closer to the conference table, Huang Ruolan shook her hand gently, smiled and encouraged and motioned her not to be nervous. Qianmai knows and smiles confidently.
"Can tell us what your ideal?" The first question.
Almost without thinking, a string of English fluently said from Qianmai: "My ideal is to do a designer. Dress up life, so that, people feel pretty happy (My ideal is to be a designer, dress up Life makes people feel beautiful and happy)."
"So,, how are you going to do to accomplish this ideal?" The second question.
This time, Qianmai still blurted out: "I will be careful to live,, study hard,, and then tirelessly to find and create beautiful (I will live with my heart, study hard, and then tirelessly discover and create beauty) ."
"Why do you always blurt out the answer?" The young man smiled and asked his doubts. The girl really reacted too quickly.
"I have been planning for a long time (because I have been planning for a long time)."
The two of them asked and answered, as if they were in an uninhabited state, they could hear some of the older leaders confused. Gu Yawei and Huang Ruolan smiled with satisfaction.
The young man seemed to be very interested and continued to ask: "Do you want a good direction for it? Do you want a good direction for it?)
"Yes. Garment design or process design."
"The last question, can ask you idols who? I think the spirit of good icon will bring you good guidelines Good guidance)." The last question.
Qianmai listened to it, and sighed inwardly. After thinking about it, he replied: "I like all pretty good hard-working people. If you have to say a few, then, is huiyin, jiaying, and here Miss Huang Ruolan (I like all the beautiful, kind and hardworking people. If you have to say a few, it is Lin Huiyin, Ye Jiaying and Ms. Huang Ruolan present here)."
The young man opened his mouth and seemed to want to ask more, but immediately remembered that this was the last question, so he gave up. So he turned his head and said to several other leaders of Middle School A: "I have passed here. What else do you have to ask questions?"
Most of them shook their heads. Just when the three teachers and students in No. 1 Middle School thought it was safe to pass, a middle school leader who was 50 years old cleared his throat and asked an unexpected question: "Student Qianmai, can you tell me , Why is your "Flower Blossom" so melancholy?"
Huang Ruolan froze for a moment. This is the work Qianmai just handed in last week. When I first saw it, I was shocked by a strong shock; but when I saw it the second time, I was deeply sucked in by the melancholy whirlpool in the picture, and I couldn't help myself for a long time. At that time, she also asked Qianmai a similar question, but she couldn't deal with it.
"Flower Blossom" was soon called up and displayed on the screen:
In the unknown space, the sky and the sea were combined, and they were all dark blue and dark blue.
There is a half moon in the sky, and a few black clouds flicker like a white lotus, sprinkling the bright moonlight on the sea, making the sea under the night sky more surging. In the sea and sky, there is no living thing, only a silver-gray overpass, which extends from a distance and leads directly to the junction of the sky and the sea.
At some point, a little girl came over on the overpass.
The little girl was wearing a creamy white silk and satin princess dress with her bare white and tender feet, and her hair covered with dense seaweed fell down her shoulders, being blown up by the wind, revealing her white and elegant neck. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, holding a small bunch of flowers with branches and leaves. Take a closer look, judging from the flower bones exposed between the branches and leaves, it should be the jasmine flower.
When the picture freezes, the little girl lifted her immature face slightly, her confused eyes staring at the moon for a long time, as if she was confiding something, and as if she was praying something, her face was calm, under the moonlight of Ren Manqiao. Make her feel like a fairy...
After listening to the old leader's question and watching "Flowers Bloom", Qian Mai's heart shook for a moment, and then he mentioned it directly in his throat. Can't tell them that this exotic world is the underworld in her dream, and that overpass is the so-called Huangquan Road? I don't know if they are looking for teeth with fear.
Well, I am a very respectful person, and I absolutely can't bear to encounter such horrible scenes of those people with blue silk in their white hair. So there is no way, but a white lie.
"My original intention is like this: the dark sky and the sea represent adversity and predicament, the silver-gray overpass represents the future and the way out, and the bright moon represents the ideal. On the road of life, it is inevitable that I will encounter dark bottlenecks, but I I believe that as long as you have the courage to overcome obstacles, even if you get out of the blood bubble barefoot, you must continue to move forward in the desired direction. Then, we will definitely find success and happiness."
Qian Mai took a breath and looked around for a while, and found that everyone was listening very carefully. So I continued to bite the bullet and continue speaking.
"The flower in the little girl's hand is called the jasmine flower. Its flower language is'eternal love and promise', and it is a very beautiful sustenance. I sincerely hope that the little girl's life will be like the jasmine flower in her hand. , Long-lasting and warm appearance, contains the essence of beauty, tenacity and mellow life. I wish her that when the mast flower blooms, she can hear the sound of happiness..."
When Qian Mai said this, there was a crackling sound in the conference room. Sure enough, educators like this happy and sunny tone. Qian Mai is a little guilty, and a little grateful, and has a little admiration for himself. My own psychological quality is really hard enough, and I just lie without changing my face and my heart beats.
The school bell rang, and when Qian Mai came out of the conference room, she had become a prospective student in Hangzhou A High School, and she was still recruited as a public student.
As the sun sets, she is not in a hurry to go to the cafeteria to eat. Instead, she hesitates and lingers beside the holly outside the administrative building, her nose is red, and she is air-conditioned, counting the pebbles on the ground over and over again. She wanted to wait for Huang Ruolan and Gu Yawei to come out and thank them as soon as possible.
After half an hour, the leaders had gone seven-or-seven, and Gu Yawei was blowing out like a gust of wind. For his thanks to Qian Mai, he just raised his hand and mumbled: "Qian Mai, you have to be careful when you reach the wolf den."
Looking at the distant figure, Qian Mai screamed and laughed, and made a grimace at the figure of Lao Gu. In any case, she would definitely remember this teacher for a lifetime.
There was a string of silver bells of laughter behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Huang Ruolan standing on the steps of the gate. With a slight smile on the beautiful face, like the faint clouds in the sky, it makes people feel comfortable and like it in the bottom of my heart.
Qianmai blushed in embarrassment, and quickly stood upright, thanking Huang Ruolan.
Huang Ruolan also waved her hand at will, saying: "This is the result of your own hard work. You should thank yourself. What the teacher did is just threading the needle. When the final exam is over, you come to the teacher's house and something will happen to you. In detail. The teacher has a senior sister in A. She has a deep drawing skill. You will worship her after you go. The teacher has already said hello to her. The teacher's university is in Hangzhou, where she studied. There is a senior senior in ink painting at the Academy of Fine Arts. When you have learned a certain level, the teacher will recommend you to visit."
Qian Mai was deeply moved, and a thousand words came to his heart, but he didn't know where to start. Her lips were lightly pressed, her nose shimmered, and a thin layer of mist could not help but appear in her eyes looking at Huang Ruolan.
Huang Ruolan smiled knowingly, her gentle smile was as elegant and beautiful as the orchid in the painting: "Teacher knows. After you go to Hangzhou to study hard, it is the greatest reward to the teacher. Go for dinner, and the teacher will go home for dinner. Up."
Watching that slender shadow disappear at the end of the aisle, Qian Mai turned around, ran to the small supermarket, and called home to announce the good news. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)