A Book Dedicated to Our Youth

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Luo Qiqi looked at the table below and it was already seven.

The junior high school is all day-to-day students. There is no need for self-study last night.

She stood up, crossed the boulevard and walked to the table tennis table. The table tennis table made of cement should be properly maintained, and no traces of oldness can be seen. At least in Luo Qiqi's memory, it is exactly the same as when she was fined.

She smiled and walked along the side of the ping pong table into the teaching building. It was a corner. The left side should be the classroom and the right side should be the teacher's office.

Turning to the right, I saw the English group's sign at the first glance. Luo Qiqi stood by the window and bent down to look in. I don't know if the cornucopia is still teaching. There were black curtains inside, and she couldn't see anything clearly. She gave up peeping and walked directly through the office to the classroom.

The classroom was very clear, but everything inside had changed.

She remembers the blue cloth curtains that used to be hung in the classroom, now replaced by blinds; there was no electric fan before, but now there are two large ceiling fans; on the side of the podium, there is a large TV, which is probably a multimedia teaching tool; All the desks were changed. She remembered the previous desks. The front of the desk was open, and the schoolbag was stuffed in from the front. Now the desk can be opened. Probably the number of students is small, each table is placed separately, there is no table next to each other.

Luo Qiqi sighed and laughed. Without the same table, he would lose a lot of fun.

She turned and walked out of the gate in front of (1) Class Gate. It used to be a small Chinese garden with a small pond and a small pavilion, but now it is completely gone. The pond is filled and the small pavilion is also removed A disc-shaped flower bed.

A poem so naturally came to mind:

Luoyang Chengdong Tao Lihua, who flew around and fell?

Luoyang's daughter cherishes the color and sighs every time.

This year, the color of the flowers will be changed. Who will be next year?

It has been seen that the pine and cypress became a salary, and even heard that Sangtian became the sea.

The ancients did not have the east of Luocheng.

One year spent similar, each year is different.

In fact, don't say that people are different from year to year, even the flowers from year to year are already different. She looked around and could not tell where she had stood to chat with Lin Lan, Li Xin and Ni Qing. However, because the position of the building door has not changed, she can still roughly determine where she and Xiaofei once met again.

Close your eyes, as if you could see a girl wearing glasses and a pony tail, walking face-to-face with a beautiful girl with a long hair shawl. When she passed her shoulder, their eyes also staggered and her pace slowed down. , Hesitantly turned around, and in the blink of an eye, the most brilliant smile on his face.

They are so happy and so excited that they have no idea what their destiny is waiting for.

Luo Qiqi suddenly opened his eyes and shook off the memories of the past. From another door, walk into the teaching building again and go directly to the third floor.

There were voices and laughter in the corridor. She was a little surprised. She walked along with the sound. (4) The back door of the class was open. Through the glass window, she saw that there were three or four students in the newspaper.

Staring at their young faces, she felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.

A student found her, looked back at her frequently, and attracted other students to look back too. Luo Qiqi walked in and asked softly, "I'll read the bulletin you gave me a while, is that okay?"

"you are a teacher?"

"No."

A few students looked at each other inexplicably, and a boy said broadly: "Look, then!"

She stood by the wall next to the back door, half leaning against the wall, looking at them.

There are too many attachments in her eyes, too much tenderness, a few students probably think she is too strange, they all work while looking at her from time to time.

Luo Qiqi stared at them for a while before going to the posters they did. However, she was standing too close to the rear blackboard, and the angle was too biased. She could not clearly see the poster on the rear blackboard, only the person standing in front of the blackboard.

She was stunned and tried to push the table forward. She still couldn't see clearly. The classroom was more crowded and it was impossible to move forward. She took a few steps towards the middle, and found that the closer to the middle, the better the Kanban newspaper.

Luo Qiqi walked back to the place where she was standing just now, slowly leaning her back against the wall. From this angle, the only thing she could see clearly was the busy boys and girls in front of the blackboard. She stared at them and her tears were slow. Slowly seeping into the eyes, it turned out ... it turned out to be like this.

She dared not look at it again, and hurried away: “Thank you. Change the gouache color of the picture to see the effect. It is now evening. When the teacher grades the board newspaper, it is the daytime and the brightest sunlight.

The boys and girls were busy staring at their bulletin boards. The thin, tall guy with glasses took the table: "It makes sense, we are looking good now, thank you ..." When they turned their heads, that special temperament girl It's gone.

They glanced at each other in surprise, and soon left the episode behind their heads, and began to laugh and laugh, talking and laughing out of the newspaper.

Luo Qiqi was at the door of Class (7). After standing silently for a while, he went down the stairs next to Class (8).

When leaving the school, the doorman greeted enthusiastically: "Is it so late?"

Luo Qiqi said with a smile: "There was something wrong in the last two days. I didn't have time to change the papers. I will send out the test papers tomorrow, so I quickly changed it."

Talking, she walked out of the school.

Waving to stop a taxi, the driver asked: "Where to go?"

She thought about it and said, "Master, I want to eat lamb skewers, but I am not familiar with the neighborhood. Do you know where there are kebabs? Not a restaurant, just that kind of stall."

The driver agreed with a smile and took her to the mutton stall.

Luo Qiqi ordered a bottle of beer and thirty mutton skewers, and asked the stall owner to add more peppers to fifteen of them, and more!

As soon as the lamb skewers covered with chilli noodles entered, she was coughed up spicyly, but she ate the lamb skewers and ate a beer, tears slowly pouring out of her eyes.

The stall owner brought her a tissue in a funny way, and Qi Qi said while wiping her tears, "It's too spicy, and all the tears are spicy!"

After eating the lamb skewers, she returned to the hotel to rest.

At night, she didn't sleep well, her thoughts still lingered in the past, and those young laughter and crying kept ringing in her ears, making her sigh even in dreams.

She got up at ten o'clock the next morning. After washing and having breakfast, she got on the taxi.

The driver asked: "Where to go?"

She said: "City First Middle School."

Twenty minutes later, she stood downstairs in the teaching building of a high school.