What can you think of for him?

The school clock has rung. Jingjing, who was sitting by the window, looked slightly sideways and saw the students walking towards the school gate with their schoolbags on their backs. Everyone is out of class, even their class is not over yet. Teacher Cheng always likes to drag on for a few minutes, as if this would give the whole class a hundred points.

"Li Jingjing! Focus! "

With a yell, Jingjing got a fright and quickly stepped back.

Teacher Cheng glared at him discontentedly.

Teacher Cheng is a girl in her twenties. Her hair is short, her eyebrows are thick and black, and her mouth is angular. She looks a bit like a boy. Even her speech, gestures, and walking have such a firm power. At first glance, I know that she is a serious, competitive and somewhat confident person.

"Attention, everyone, this matter is very important." Teacher Cheng bent his forefinger and tapped on the platform. "The District Education Bureau organized an open class in our class for the first time, which is related to the honor of the whole school. Did you read the handout handed out yesterday? "

Printed on the handout is the novel Fanka written by Russian writer Chekhov. Jingjing watched it several times. He likes the story very much. That poor, poor little Fanka, somehow, always haunts him, making him look a little trance all day.

Teacher Cheng's eyes swept across the face of the whole class: "I ask everyone to read aloud in class. Everybody take out the handouts. "

There was a rustling sound, and everyone took out their handouts and put them squarely in front of them.

"The students read aloud that day. Rong Lin, read the first paragraph. Zhao Xiaozhen in "Dear Grandpa ..." reads "as if people washed and brushed with snow for the festival". Zhou Hai, you are from ... "Teacher Cheng called the names of six students and said," In class, I said,' Read the text with an expression'. " Raise your hand. One by one. Other students, just sit up straight when listening. "

Jingjing wriggled uneasily in her seat and looked at the teacher eagerly, as if to say something.

"Li Jingjing, you are distracted again." Teacher Cheng frowned.

Jingjing blushed and bowed her head. But then he looked up and raised his hand.

"What is it?"

Jingjing stood up and stammered, "Teacher, can I … read a paragraph?"

"No," Mr. Cheng simply replied, "No.You are hoarse and can't read well."

Jingjing bowed her head. How much he likes this story! He really missed a paragraph or even a few lines! He is sure to read well. Do I have to sing when reading the text?

On my way home, I passed a small forest. The Woods are very quiet, and no pedestrians can be seen far or near. Jingjing's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help leaning against a tree and taking out the lecture notes from her schoolbag. The handout is newly printed, and the ink smell is still so strong, so fragrant, so fragrant. He chose a passage and read it out gently:

"Dear Grandpa Konstantin McArridge!" He wrote, "I am writing to you. Merry Christmas to you and God bless you. I have no parents, only you are my family. ……"

Later, Jingjing grew up, and her mother said she would come to school in the city. He never saw her grandpa again. But mom and dad always quarrel, always quarrel. When he quarrels, his mother always hits him and cries. He was very scared. He doesn't like this family and always misses his grandfather in the country. Just as poor Xiaowanka hoped that Grandpa would take him home, Jingjing also hoped that Grandpa would visit him one day. How nice the letter written by this Fanka is! Jingjing hasn't written to grandpa yet. He doesn't know what he can write.

He picked up the lecture notes from the ground and read another paragraph: "Dear Grandpa, when there is a Christmas tree with presents hanging at home, pick me a golden walnut and hide it in my green box ..."

So, this girl Olga must be very close to Fanka? Jingjing once had a good friend named Neil who lived across the hall from grandpa's house. Nell has very dark eyes. When she smiled, her eyes narrowed into a crack and she looked sly. She always takes Jingjing to pick mulberries to eat. She can climb a tree, holding hands and climbing as fast as a monkey. She asked Jingjing to take a basket under the tree. She sat in the tree, picked mulberries one by one and threw them into the basket. Then, they sat on the pier by the river and dipped their feet in the water. Eat mulberry fruit to your heart's content, and your lips and teeth are black and purple.

Oh, what an unforgettable thing, how similar it is to what Fanka wrote in his letter! Jingjing can even imagine Fanka's mood, that kind of expectation, hope and longing when she writes a letter. If the teacher allows him to read a text, he will certainly read it well, that's for sure. He really wants to read a passage aloud and read it with all his feelings. What a good story!

He looked up and looked around. The forest is quiet, and two little bees are buzzing around. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, held the handout in front of him, and finally read it again from the beginning:

"Three months ago, a nine-year-old boy, Fanka zhukov, was sent to the shoemaker Ariadne as an apprentice ..."

The voice is not very nice, a little hoarse, and a little prickly from Mao Mao. But is the Catholic Church a stage performance? Can a person with a bad voice only hide in the Woods and read his favorite words? Jingjing felt terrible.

The next day, after school, Mr. Cheng asked the designated six students to stay, and everyone read their own text several times. Because she had to prepare lessons, she went to the office first and said that she would come back later to "pass the customs".

Jingjing just walked out of the classroom when there was a sound of reading from behind. Jingjing's heart itched, and she couldn't help listening outside the classroom window.

Fat Zhao Xiaozhen saw the second paragraph. Her usual voice is crisp and pleasing to the ear. But whenever she reads a book, her tone is always soft and milky, as if it were not a poor child Fanka who wrote the letter, but a spoiled little girl.

Dear Grandpa Konstantin McAuliffe ... I have no parents, only you are my family! "

No, that's not true. Jingjing heard this and said to herself, it's not like this. Fanka is not a weak little girl. He was only nine years old then. He apprenticed himself in the city. He didn't have enough to eat and was beaten. He is very sad. I hope grandpa can help him. He was pleading and crying. He shouldn't have such a coquetry tone.

Zhao Xiaozhen is still reading, still soft and milky.

"That's not true!" Jingjing finally called out.

Reading in the room suddenly stopped, and all six people looked at him in surprise.

"What did you say?" Zhao Xiaozhen asked in surprise.

Jingjing is a little embarrassed. Maybe he misunderstood? He mumbled, "This is not right."

"what!" Zhao Xiaozhen curled her lips. "You are not a teacher. How do you know that we are not reading correctly? "

Yes, only teachers are qualified to say so. If Teacher Cheng says "no", it is really wrong. What is Jingjing talking about?

Jingjing blushed and muttered stubbornly, "No! Wrong. "

All the students in the room burst out laughing. Zhao Xiaozhen raised her voice and said, "Forget it, the teacher won't let you read it, just say that people are wrong. You are jealous. "

Jingjing was furious. How can you say that? Although he was sad, he never expected to be jealous of others. He is not the kind of person who is narrow-minded

"all right." He thought to himself, "I don't care how to read whoever likes."

He left the classroom indignantly. After a long walk, he also heard Zhao Xiaozhen's silvery laughter.

On the day of the open class, the classroom was full of chairs, and a classroom was crowded with twenty or thirty teachers and classmates. Many students are too scared to look at the blackboard. Teacher Cheng was not afraid, so he opened the textbook and began to lecture. Let's talk about Chekhov's life and achievements first, then pick out a few new words and teach them several times. Then she said, "Let the students read the text with expressions ..."

Of course, according to the prior arrangement, only Lin Rong raised his hand. The other students did not move. That battle alone scared people to death! Who dares pretend to be a hero?

Rong Lin recited the first paragraph leisurely. She reads fluently and clearly. Teacher Cheng was very satisfied, nodding and smiling.

After reading this paragraph, the teacher waved and Rong Lin sat down. This should be Zhao Xiaozhen.

However, after a few seconds, nothing happened. Jingjing felt strange and looked up at Zhao Xiaozhen. She flushed and stared at the lecture notes in front of her in confusion. The classmate next to her stabbed her with a kidnapper, but she refused to look up. She must be scared. Yes, so many teachers are watching. If you panic, how embarrassing it is to stutter! Jingjing felt a little sorry for her.

Teacher Cheng looks a little pale. She coughed severely, but Zhao Xiaozhen didn't raise her hand. No one in the class raised their hands. We agreed in advance!

Jingjing twisted uneasily in her seat. He really wants to stand up. But if you raise your hand, will Mr. Cheng call him? Will Zhao Xiaozhen laugh at him after class? He really misses it. I don't want to show off, but I have a feeling of being suppressed for a long time. I want to read it and spit it out.

He bit his lip, raised his right hand solemnly and looked at Teacher Cheng unblinkingly.

Teacher Cheng is a little flustered. Her eyes swept across the face of the class, trying to encourage more people to raise their hands, but there was still only one Li Jingjing, the hoarse Li Jingjing. She had to say, "Li Jingjing, please read on."

"Dear Grandpa Konstantin Makarik!" Jingjing read aloud emotionally: "I am writing to you." Merry Christmas to you and God bless you ... "

If he really wrote a letter to grandpa, grandpa must be very happy, right? Is grandpa's hookah still so bright? Who is he telling the story of the long-term worker and the rich man now? And Nell, the black-eyed Nell who can climb trees, who is she sitting with to eat mulberry? He really misses them. He is willing to leave his home in the city and go back to his grandfather in the country and never come back. For life!

"'... dear grandpa, have mercy and take me out of here and go back to our village home. I can't stand it any longer ...' I kneel for you, and I will pray for you forever, so take me out of here ...' Fanka left her pie mouth, rubbed her eyes with the back of her dirty hands and sobbed. "

Two bright tears welled up from Jingjing's eyes, and the sound of "beep" fell on the handout, which scared him so loudly. He immediately stopped reading and looked around in panic. Fortunately, no one laughed at him, and everyone seemed so dedicated and serious. He was a little relieved, only to find that he had finished watching Zhao Xiaozhen's paragraph and almost finished watching Zhou Hai's paragraph. He wanted to apologize to Mr. Cheng and ask him to forgive him, but he felt terrible and couldn't say anything. This poor little "Fanka" unconsciously took his soul away. God, the story writer is really capable!

He sighed and sat down quietly. There was silence in the classroom, so quiet that Zhao Xiaozhen could be heard sobbing softly. After a while, Mr. Cheng stepped down from the podium and walked up to him. He said in a trembling voice, "Li Jingjing, please ... read all the texts."

He stood up again, hoarse, and read the touching story word by word. He thought to himself, after school, I must, must hide in that grove and write a letter to my grandfather in the country, like the long letter written by Fanka. Finally, I wrote down my grandfather's home address completely, and I know that address.