The afternoon class is very simple. The students all came to school by themselves. Lan Yifeng and Tan Xiangyang directed the 42 students in the class to clean the classroom. This kind of sweeping and glass cleaning is a trivial task for rural children who are accustomed to farm work. Especially on the first day of school, the children want to make a good impression in front of the teacher and they are all very popular. Three times five divides two, and it's done in twenty minutes.
Next, Lan Yifeng read out the school schedule and told the children not to be late for school. I also talked about the discipline of class, such as not talking casually, not making small movements, not beating classmates and so on.
Finally, the exercise book was distributed. Calling their names, each of them sent out a 16-karat piece of white paper in turn. This is equivalent to an introduction meeting. Li Xianjun, Lin Miao, Sun Hongmei, Ruan Huihui, Chen Zuping... The names of the classmates are varied, all of them are distinctive and pleasant. When Lan Yifeng called Qianmai, the laughter in the classroom started one after another. Qianmai dare to swear, she clearly caught the smile in his eyes when she took the white paper from Tan Xiangyang.
The name of Qianmai has been written in the upper left corner of the white paper. Today's homework is to simulate writing your own name. Lan Yifeng and Tan Xiangyang left school early after finishing homework.
When Qianmai entered the house, he put his school bag on the dining table in the small kitchen, took out the blank paper and wrote his homework. Why don't you enter the room and write on the desk? Because I have something to ask Qian Liqin later.
Qianmai's characters are just normal. Perhaps this little arm is stiff and awkward, and it is a good word for "Qian", but it was written as a "four different images" with a big frame. So Qianmai stayed there and didn't know how to continue writing. Should this "small" character be written along the water with a large lining "qian", or should it be written according to normal standards to cover the simpler "麦"
sweat! It's so difficult to get a name. Doesn’t people become smaller, and IQ becomes lower, right
Qianmai wrote a few more earnestly and vigorously, and the effect was almost the same: when viewed horizontally, there are ridges and peaks, and they are different in height, short and fat. I couldn't help asking Qian Liqin: "Mom, who got my name?"
Qian Liqin was cooking dinner, cutting the eggplant neatly in his hand, "Ask your dad, it's a good thing he did. Why, I was laughed at?"
Qianmai whispered: "That's not true."
Qian Liqin went around to add a fire to the stove, and went back to continue saying, "I said it at the beginning. It's not good to choose such a name, maybe it makes people laugh. I originally suggested that it should be called "Xiaoqing". When I was pregnant with you, I watched a play called "Jade Dragonfly", which I liked very much. But your father refused to live or die."
"Why?"
"Say you have a distant cousin who is called Qing, with this word."
"Oh." What Qianmai didn't say was: Mom, you are even better. Dad took plants, and you always transitioned to animals. You should open a bio museum at home.
Before long, Yang Yong arrived home with a basketful of sweet potatoes. As soon as the basket was put down, Qianmai asked a question: "Dad, why do you give me this name?"
"Huh?" Yang Yong drank a bowl of water, walked over to look at the name written by Qian Mai, and leaned over with a smile: "What, is it very distinctive?" Without wiping his face and changing clothes, he sat down beside Qian Mai. , To see her daughter write her "Four Dissimilarities". When it was tickling, I took the pencil in my daughter's hand and wrote a few for her to demonstrate.
Latent Wheat repeated the problem again.
Yang Yong thought for a while and said, "When we were young, our family was poor and we couldn't eat enough."
Latent wheat was full of black lines, and suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart.
Sure enough, Yang Yong said again: "I like steamed buns and noodles the most. I am happy to see the wheat in the ground."
Latent Wheat is completely speechless.
Seeing her daughter’s eyes widening, Yang Yong thought for a while, and came to a surprise: “Actually, I also like to see the scenery of wheat. I especially like watching wheat grow arbitrarily under the sun, listening to the rise of wheat grains. The sound of a broken shell. In April, a sea of yellow wheat under the sun is so beautiful!"
Well, it's pretty much the same. Unexpectedly, Dad is quite lyrical. Qian Mai thought to himself. In fact, she herself doesn't reject this name, it's just a symbol. Besides, at the end of the 20th century, there was a book "The Catcher in the Rye" that took the world by storm. I haven't seen it before, but I heard that it has caused a lot of repercussions. One of them is that many people in the city went to the wheat field to take pictures. From then on, the wheat fields that could not be soiled any longer have been linked to fashion, trend, and postmodernism.
In this case, Yang Yong ran back to the room, took out his beloved pen, and handed it to Qian Maimai and said proudly: "You must use a pen to write at the beginning of writing, so that the characters you practice are beautiful."
Qian Mai Yiyan took over and wrote a few. Who writes a pen in the 21st century? I haven't touched this thing for more than ten years. It feels more difficult to write than a pencil. The quality of Yang Yong's pen with ink is not very good, and it faints quickly after writing. The writing is small, and the word "hidden" has become a black spot.
Qianmai sighed, couldn't help sighing deeply. It seems that I have to learn everything from scratch. The first thing is to practice a good handwriting.
Yang Yong looked at her daughter's deflated appearance, and joked to comfort him: "Mai, the word'hidden' is too difficult to write. Just tell your father's surname. The word'Yang' is so simple."
Qianmai didn’t know how to answer, so Qian Liqin scolded, “You’re so confused. Tell your children what are you doing.” Then he said to Qianmai: “Wheat, take some chaff, go and see the pigs. How are you eating."
Qianmai slipped off a stool, scooped a scoop of chaff under the stairs, and went to the pig corridor behind.
Yang Yong touched his gray nose, smiled, touched his nose and went to take a bath in the stream.
The two pigs had almost eaten, added a little bran, and ate more happily. Qianmai entered the house and found that Qian Xiaohai, who hadn't noticed just now, ran back and was lying on the dining table. With a bad feeling, he ran over and took a look.
OMG, Qian Xiaohai, what are you doing? The fool smiled and raised his head to invite credit: "Sister, look at the sword I drew." Yes, Qian Xiaohai is holding Yang Yong's pen and doing his heroic dream. It's just that I feel sorry for Qian Mai's white paper that is almost full of names.