Wang Ahua tells stories (2)

In the fifth grade, I sat at the same table with Mi Jian.

Mi Jian is a boy whose name is similar to his. To put it mildly, he is very strong. To put it mildly, he is a little fat, a real little fat man.

There seem to be three things related to him in my memory, one is to help him chase girls, the other is that he saved me, and the other is to take the lead in opposing the math teacher to go to politics.

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Now that I think about it, I can't remember the order of these things, only the depth of my impression.

At that time, I was the monitor, and I was almost the first from grade one to grade six. Therefore, knowing Ban Hua, the monitor of the next class, I always drool over that beautiful girl. Then when I return to my seat, I will feel with Mi Jian. Why is she so beautiful and has such a good personality?

At this time, Mi Jian has great admiration for me. After a long time, Mi Chong, oh, this is my nickname for him. Because I always think he ate all the rice in the rice jar, that's why he is so fat.

It took Mi Chong a long time to tell me that the class flower next door lives next door to his house. This Mi Chong is precocious enough to like others. I laughed at him heartily, laughing at him with all the sentences I thought of at that time. He followed, or he would have hit me.

When I finished laughing, he said, jen, please help me write a love letter to chase her!

When he said this, I was drinking a bottle of water like 2 liters of cola in one breath compared with the person with the word tiger in his class, so I was training. As a result, when I heard Mi Chong's words, I actually sprayed a mouthful of water on his face, and the water ran down his greasy face. I was shocked, too. I unconsciously swallowed the water stains left in my mouth, and I didn't dare to wipe the water in my chin.

Mi Chong stared at me for a long time. His eyes were fierce, but he didn't speak. Maybe he was born in a lost face, maybe I feel guilty. Anyway, I finally promised to help him chase the flowers next door.

But I've never been a good crop, ever. So I took the opportunity to ask him to buy more beautiful stationery, thinking about saving it for my favorite boy one day, so I wrote him a love letter with this free stationery.

Mi Chong bought a book honestly. In order to create a good creative environment for me, he stood in the school Woods with me in summer. Every time I think of tilting my head and seeing the oil dripping down his fat face, I still can't eat it. Even if the food is refreshing, I feel greasy.

A few days after school, I finally helped him write it, and he poured ecstasy soup to help him deliver it. I still remember the feeling of my heart beating faster. Bah, it's worthless. Just send a love letter to someone!

I hurried back and reported the situation to Mi Chong. To get back at Mi Chong, I exposed his secret admirer. But in the end, I exposed myself.

After school that day, the beautiful class flower found me and asked me if I wrote this love letter.

I was shocked. How did she know?

Before I knew it, she took a pen and paper and asked me to write a few words. So in order to prove that I didn't write the love letter, I wrote a poem "Thinking about a Quiet Night" seriously. That is the most familiar song I have ever recited, and it is also my favorite song.

After writing, she smiled at me and then turned and ran away. I still wonder what that little shyness on her face meant before she ran away.

Anyway, I think the flower class next door is a kind of harm to my young mind, and this origin is Mi Chong. Then, after that, I took a cruel and terrible revenge on Mi Chong!

The second is.

At that time, the math teacher was an old man with curly hair, very thin and tall, and the whole person was very shriveled. It was too dry. At that time, I always thought he ate too much wax products. Don't adults always say that he supplements what he eats?

Anyway, almost everyone in our class doesn't like him, especially girls, especially beautiful girls!

He knows erhu, but he can only play one song, horse racing, perhaps because he can only play this song, so he plays it really well. So he began to drag the girls in our class to learn erhu from him. As long as he teaches, he will lobby. He also teaches music part-time, only this song "Horse Racing".

He didn't look for me at first, and I didn't feel anything. But gradually, many girls in the class were called by him to learn to play the piano in the cabin, but I didn't. I can't figure it out now. Why can't I be called by him to play the piano?

I asked Mi Chong, why didn't the math teacher ask me to go to the hut and ask me to play the piano?

Mi Chong said, Jane, come on, you are so ugly.

So I secretly cursed the teacher, because he actually disliked my ugliness. Although it is true, I am still a child. Can't he take care of my mood?

Soon, maybe my curse came into effect, and the math teacher woke up. He missed my Wang Ahua. So he called me to the darkroom and asked me to play the piano.

However, his hand has been held in mine, and there are cocoons on it, which makes my hand very painful. I said the teacher had a sore hand, and the teacher said, Wang Ahua, you are ignorant. I don't know what smart is, but my hand hurts. The teacher ignored me and turned to touch the back of the head of a beautiful girl I didn't know.

Then the teacher came back to me, and my piano was not tuned, let alone auditioned. The teacher shook his head helplessly and called me out. He was very close to me and spat in my face, but it really hurt. I just want to stay away from him. He stared at me mercilessly, holding my arm with both hands and getting closer and closer to my face.

Just then, he suddenly "ouch" and covered his left head.

Then I heard Mi Chong's voice, Jane, run.

Mi Chong's eyes were in a hurry, and I saw worry from there, so I struggled to run away.

I'm afraid the teacher will chase me and keep running. At the corner of the stairs, I met Mi Chong who went upstairs.

He grabbed me quickly and ran downstairs. It's the first time I know that fat people can run so fast.

After school, he asked me to go home by myself. Because we were unhappy on the road, he called me a fool, and I hate it when people call me stupid. Of course, if I don't spare him, he will say that I don't know whether it is good or bad, and then I will go home alone.

The third is.

After this incident, I don't remember when it started, but I found that Mi Chong always followed several boys in the class. Take a piece of paper, draw a portrait of the math teacher and stick it on the back door. Of course, what stands out is his curly hair, which makes people know it is him at a glance. Then they threw knives at the figurine and they all had a good time.

Basically, everyone at work hates that fake foreign devil, and it happens that the teacher's surname is Yang. Therefore, no one will mind their own business.

Later, when I found out, I asked Mi Chong. As a result, he pointed to my nose and said, you stupid flower, you don't know whether it's good or bad!

I don't want to talk to him anymore.

Later in a class, he had an argument with the math teacher. As a result, the guy suddenly took out the equipment like a Swiss army knife and pointed it at the math teacher. I have put up with you for a long time. Don't be cruel

Maybe children say such things in front of adults, and adults will only find it funny. But the scene at that time, the atmosphere at that time, now I feel nervous when I think about it.

The math teacher may also think that Mi Chong is serious, and his voice is a little shaky. Let's go to the political department to see who is deceiving others too much.

So I took Mi Chong and went out. Mi Chong is very overbearing. Don't touch me with your dirty hands. I'll go by myself, old rascal!

As he spoke, he walked out, and the math teacher gritted his teeth and followed.

I have never reacted. I just sat in my seat and didn't respond to what just happened. I turned my head and looked out of the window, and saw Mi Chong's flip-flops lying on the beach, with cheap clinker shining in the sun.

So, without thinking about anything, I suddenly rushed out of the classroom, picked up the flip-flops and chased them.

Running and shouting, Mi Chong, your flip-flops!

Postscript: Years later, whenever I stand on the beach under the scorching sun, I can always remember that when Mi Chong heard me chasing him in flip-flops, he looked back at me, and his fat face was full of satisfied smiles. ...