The next morning when he arrived at school, Ji Su was already memorizing English words at his seat. This alone made him much more reliable than his former deskmate. In the past, Wen Liang usually came first and had to do everything from wiping the tables and benches. Ren Yi enjoyed the work and always complained about Wen Liang's bad attitude and that there was dust on the table legs.
When Ji Su saw Wen Liang coming, he leaned forward slightly and motioned him to go in from behind. The rules of No. 1 Middle School have been like this for many years. There are nine desks in each row of the classroom, with five desks close together in the middle, two aisles on both sides, and two more desks against the wall on the left and right sides. Wen Liang's seat is by the wall on the left side of the third row. If he wants to get in, he has to pass by Ji Su's seat. In 1995, high schools expanded severely, especially key high schools like No. 1 Middle School. I don't know how many people with connections stuffed people in. The result is that the actual number of students is more than double the approved enrollment. Classrooms designed for fifty or sixty people usually have nearly eighty or ninety students. The distance between rows is just enough to accommodate a normal-sized student, and the extra space for activities is almost negligible.
Being fat is very painful in this era. It is almost impossible to turn your body while sitting in a seat. Sometimes, if you want to communicate with students in the back row, you have to follow the ergonomic standards, move your head but not your waist, and twist your neck at a weird angle. After ten minutes of break, your waist, back, and neck are sore. Fortunately, the advertisements of Harbin Pharmaceutical Factory No. 6 were not crazy at that time, otherwise you would have to eat a large bottle of caps every day.
The students on both sides were fine, as it was only a hassle for two people to get in and out. But the guys in the middle would all riot if one of them stood up. If anyone had frequent urination one day, they would either be scolded to death or have to look at other people's faces. It was really miserable. Class 3 was still good. Wen Liang heard that the 30th grade class had an exaggerated number of more than 100 people. When school started in the summer, the desks in the last row were stuck at the back door. During class, one leg could be stretched out into the corridor if one was not careful. When the wind blew, I guess that guy must have only one thought in his mind: The wind blows my crotch and it feels cold!
Wen Liang scratched his head. If Ji Su didn't stand up, he would have to squeeze in, and the friction between waist and hips was inevitable. As soon as he hesitated, Ji Su immediately understood what he was worried about, and felt happy about being respected: Wen Liang was different from others after all! But the girl's mind was inexplicable. Besides the joy, she was also a little disappointed. To this day, he still only regarded her as an ordinary friend.
Ji Su smiled slightly, stood up and made way, and said softly: "The chairs and tables have been wiped, if you see any dirty spots, I will help you wipe them again."
This kind of treatment is totally different from when Ren Yi sat at the same table. That guy either came late, or occasionally came early and just wiped the face twice with a rag. In Wen Liang's words, even the dumbest cat would be cleaner than this if it used its paws to wash its face!
Wen Liang brushed his hand across the tabletop that could be used as a mirror and said with a smile, "Even a mosquito would fall down if it came up, how could it be unclean? Ji Su, your diligence is not a good idea. What if I get used to this kind of lazy life in the future and we are no longer deskmates? What should I do then?"
Ji Su was amused by Wen Liang and laughed sweetly. It took her a while to calm down. Suddenly, she turned her head and whispered, "Then we can sit at the same table forever!"
Wen Liang regretted it and wanted to slap himself. When will he change his flirtatious habits? He laughed and said, "Then I will risk being regarded as a class enemy by all the boys. Ji Su, what deep hatred do we have that you want to frame me like this?" This was neither an agreement nor a refusal. While making jokes, he also flattered the beauty. At this age, there is no one else who has this skill except Uncle Wen.
Wen Liang pretended to be about to cry, and Ji Su laughed and fell on the table again. Since knowing Wen Liang, there have been more and more happy days and fewer and fewer unhappy days. Maybe liking someone is as simple as this!
Ren Yi had also arrived at some point, and pouted his lips as he said to Meng Ke, "Is that funny? Is it necessary to laugh so happily?"
"Very funny!" Seeing that Ren Yi still looked contemptuous of Wen Liang, Meng Ke smiled and said, "You don't understand. What makes me happy is not his words, but the feeling I have when I hear this person's voice."
The third period in the afternoon was math class. Teacher Huang was passionately explaining trigonometric functions when Wen Liang accidentally dozed off. Ever since he got full marks in math last time, the teacher has paid special attention to him. Although his eyesight has always been poor, he noticed it immediately, snorted coldly, and called on Wen Liang to go to the stage to do exercises.
Ji Su looked at him a little worriedly. Wen Liang made an OK gesture under the table and finished the questions neatly. The teacher was very satisfied, but as a teacher, there were still some things to say. He was about to give him a gentle admonition, asking him to be modest and not to dwell on past achievements, but to look to the future. The classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Ye Yuting, dressed in light blue, stood at the door and said, "Teacher Huang, I have something to do with Wen Liang, so I asked him to come out for a while."
Wen Liang escaped the disaster and hurriedly followed Ye Yuting downstairs. He said in fear as he walked: "Teacher Ye, you are a timely rain. If you were a little later, I would be criticized."
"Hmm?" Ye Yuting stopped and stared at him suspiciously, "What mistake did you make?"
"Nothing, I just got a little distracted during class. How come Mr. Huang's eyes are so effective?"
Hearing him disparage Teacher Huang, Ye Yuting glared at him but didn't take it seriously. She said with a half-smile, "Distracted? Maybe Ji Su is sitting next to you and you're not paying attention to the class, right?"
Wen Liang was startled, looked around and saw no one, and said with a wry smile: "Teacher Ye, I find that your thoughts are very unhealthy..."
Even though Ye Yuting was used to Wen Liang's nonsense, she was almost driven crazy by this sentence. She reached out and grabbed his ear, saying, "Do you believe me, I will move your seat away right away?"
"Teacher Ye, you hurt me!" Wen Liang grinned and raised his hand to surrender, but his palm accidentally touched a soft and round spot.
The two of them were shocked at the same time and stood still in the stairwell and on the steps!
Ye Yuting reacted first, loosened her right hand that was grabbing Wen Liang's ear, and tried to dodge to the side. In her panic, she forgot that she was on a narrow staircase, her foot slipped, and her body immediately fell down.
"ah!"
Before the exclamation ended, Wen Liang rushed forward, turned his body, and faced Ye Yuting, holding her waist with both hands. With the skills he had trained in the past six months, Wen Liang barely maintained his balance, protecting Ye Yuting as he backed down four or five steps, until he hit the wall at the corner and managed to stabilize himself.
"Bang!"
Wen Liang only felt a sharp pain in his back and his ankle was slightly twisted. Ye Yuting calmed down a little and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
After looking her up and down, she found no injuries. She waited for a few seconds and saw that Wen Liang still didn't let go. She supported herself with both hands and stepped back. Wen Liang was thick-skinned enough and said with a smile: "Does this count as a hero saving a beautiful woman? Like Lei Feng, Lai Ning, and Dong Cunrui, I have made my own contribution to the great cause of human liberation?"
The blush on Ye Yuting's face had not yet faded, but her mood had adjusted. After all, Wen Liang was still her student, so she didn't feel too embarrassed. She said unhappily, "If you are not hurt, leave quickly. Someone is waiting downstairs. If you talk nonsense to me again, I will tear it up!" After that, she went downstairs first.
Wen Liang laughed, relieved, and hurriedly followed. He was afraid that what happened just now would make Ye Yuting embarrassed and alienate the two of them. There were not many things he was willing to care about, but the teacher-student relationship with Ye Yuting was one of them.
"We are going to Yishan County tomorrow. It will be a day. Can you bring some snacks for me?"
Ye Yuting rolled her eyes at him and said, "Is this how officials teach their children? I'll have a chat with Wen Huaiming when I have time. Why did he train his son to be such a slick kid?"
Wen Liang sighed and said, "I wanted to illuminate the moon, but the moon only illuminates the ditch. That's all..."
When they got downstairs, Liu Tianlai was standing not far away. Wen Liang was moved and was about to go over, but Ye Yuting grabbed him and pointed at Liu Tianlai and whispered, "Do you know him? During class, the teacher is responsible for your safety!"
Wen Liang nodded and said, "It's my uncle. Maybe he has something to ask me at home."
Ye Yuting then let go, turned around and walked away two steps, but turned back and smiled: "Thank you for what you did just now, little hero!"
(Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes.
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.
This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.
Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my
The ears also heard intoxicating music.
My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.
Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect
Gift? I am only waiting for Love to finally give me into His hands. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.
They want to bind me tightly with laws and rules; but I always hide from them, because I only wait for love,
To finally deliver me into his hands.
People blame me for not paying attention to others; I also know that their blame is justified. (To be continued)