I suddenly opened my eyes, and what caught my eye was that it was a history class in the third year of junior high school.
Unbelievable. In the second semester of the third year of junior high school, the history teacher Lao Zhao began to lecture on the new changes in post-war capitalism.
The beautiful lesbian table Yan Yi noticed my strange behavior and seemed to want to ask what was wrong.
I made a silent gesture, turned around and raised my big hand and slammed it on the back of the tall man who was sleeping soundly on the table.
The snapping movement was so loud that Yan Yi was surprised.
The tall boy Yang Yangzhou woke up suddenly, and at the same time, the sharp pain in his back made him can't help but burst into foul mouth.
Who!Yang Yangzhou looked at me.
See my gestures.
He understood, "You're sick." Grabbing me by the collar and about to punch me back, I muttered, "It hurts." ”
Nonsense, try it yourself!He rolled his eyes and let go of me.
It hurts. It hurts. I gestured to my palm, which was now warm and swollen.
What's wrong with you?Yan Yi was a little scared.
Yes, it hurts!Haha, Yan Yi, the palm of my hand on him will hurt. I excitedly hugged Yan Yi's shoulder and kissed her smooth forehead inexplicably. "It hurts, it proves that it's not a dream, it's all true. Haha—".
I patronized and was happy, completely forgetting that this was in class, from slapping a palm on Yang Yangzhou's back to causing a loud noise, to hugging Yan Yi and kissing him fiercely, the whole process shocked everyone again and again.
Ahh
Haha - I ran out like crazy.
Is this still the white-faced scholar Li Yi of Si Sven?Isn't he afraid of the old class repairing?Didn't he sleep stupidly?Classmates in the classroom whispered.
Speaking of falling from the last monthly exam from a dozen to 100, he seems to have gradually self-indulged.
If you don't listen carefully in class, forget it, I still watch Harry Potter with relish Xi in the evening, and even the old class uses a small bamboo pestle to pestle him on the shoulder, he can bury his head without looking back and say, "Don't make noise, my brother is busy." ”
was so angry that Lao Ban called one Buddha and two Buddhas born, and the bamboo head pointed at him, "You, if you go on like this, you will destroy yourself sooner or later." ”
I don't care what the people behind me say.
When a person has a mouth, he can't stop Xi talking even when he eats. Not to mention when idle.
Out of the classroom, I came to the staircase at the opposite corner of the dormitory building, there is a big mirror, and it is a place where handsome guys and beauties will stop for a moment every time they pass by.
At this time, looking at himself who had returned to his most handsome time in front of him, this smile looked like the face of Taiwanese star Mingdao. Especially those big, divine eyes, which are so intoxicating.
It's not that you're drunk on stinky beauty, it's that you're drunk here, so handsome and real that it makes you want to cry.
I'm really back. I'm really back. I shouted.
It caused many passers-by to see the eyes of the mentally ill.
I don't know how I traveled back in time to junior high school, and wondered if it would be the weird orb I saw on the road, but I rummaged through my pockets and didn't find it.
It was also at this time that the bald Liu (I don't know which cute classmate gave the nickname to the elder) happened to walk up the stairs.
You, why are you here?”
Oh, I shouldn't be here," I gestured and ran towards the classroom. Just as he rushed to catch me, a sharp brake passed him in reverse, over a few steps, and ran towards the school gate.
Don't run, do you think you'll be able to escape?”
It doesn't matter if you can escape or not. "I smiled, and the important thing was that I was back, and she was still there.
She must still be there, right?
In 2011, when I was just a freshman in high school, the person I respected the most was gone.
At first, I didn't know until I went home on the weekend, and when I heard the mourning music at the entrance of the village, I remembered that my father sent me to school a few days ago and left in a hurry. An inexplicable sense of panic came to my heart.
I couldn't help but speed up a lot, and when the grandmother in the same village told me that your grandmother was gone, she paused, and grandma was really gone, right?
There was a helplessness in my tone that I didn't want to believe, but I had to believe it. Tears poured down like rain, my steps were messy, and I didn't know when the schoolbag in my hand fell and where it fell.
rushed to the front of the mourning hall, looking at the ** that had turned gray but was still very kind with a smile, and regretted it.
Why didn't you come back in the first place, why didn't you come back to see her for the last time!
Since then, I still can't sleep when I think about it every year, she is the one who has not pinched me up little by little since I was a child, afraid of rain and sunburn, the closest person!
Now there is still half a year before that time, she should still be there, I want to go back immediately, see her immediately!