childish? real?
Whose? It really needs to be sorted out.
Yan Xiaoyu looked towards the back and left side of the classroom at an angle of 35 degrees.
Is she really?
Have you ever heard that in the eyes of a thousand Hamlets there are a thousand people?
Ahem, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. They were all confused by Fang Yiyi and the others.
Yan Xiaoyu glared at them again angrily. She had good grades in the Chinese subject, which was amazing!
She is fully developed! She has nothing.
Isn't it just a moment of departure, as for that!
hehe! Yan Xiaoyu curled her lips and looked away.
She is a gentleman and doesn't care about a bunch of brats like them.
Haha, Yan Xiaoyu's big peach blossom-like eyes rolled twice in their sockets, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she looked towards Tongtong on the right.
If Fang Yiyi and the others are to be dealt with, Tongtong should also come forward.
Tongtong holds the most power as the monitor, she is just a study committee member.
What to see?
Tongtong raised his eyes and glanced sideways at Yan Xiaoyu.
Have a good read! See what she does?
"That's great." "I'm very touched."
The heated discussion in the classroom was loud and clear.
Tongtong glanced at the lively classmates in the classroom, then raised his eyes and looked towards the podium.
Is it over?
Principal Li was looking towards her with a smile.
Haha, look at her?
Principal Li is watching, and Yan Xiaoyu is also watching her!
Tongtong subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the textbook in front of him and the thin exercise book underneath it.
There are two poems she copied in the book.
Could it be that it was discovered?
Tongtong looked at the exercise book that was pressed under the book, then quietly raised his eyes and looked at Principal Li on the podium.
It shouldn't be possible.
It was so far away that Tongtong couldn't help but blink his eyes. It was not too close, but a little far away.
What's more, Tongtong lowered his eyes and looked at his exercise book under the class. Can he see such words?
That’s weird!
Why does Yan Xiaoyu want to look at her?
Could it be that Xiaoyu saw it?
Tongtong glanced at Yan Xiaoyu from the corner of his eye, and what caught his eye was Yan Xiaoyu's smiling face.
Um? Tongtong blinked and looked down at the exercise book peeking out from under the textbook.
On that exercise book were the modern poems she was copying: three poems, namely Summer Afternoon, Ancient Secrets, and the last one, Yellowed Diary.
summer afternoon
"Suddenly, I saw you,
On such a summer afternoon
You, walking slowly from the depths of the forest
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling
It's so dazzling that I can't even open my eyes.
The sky is full of floating clouds
Summer filled with the sound of cicadas
And, you with a smile on your face
All this became eternity in an instant
That ancient summer that can never be returned to
Those untouchable years
Dusty forest, dusty sky
Dusty years and dusty summer
I
Forgot, tell you
All my memories of summer
It’s you with a gentle smile.
and,
You who have no destiny, no
Came too early, that is
Too late! "
Tongtong glanced word by word, and couldn't help but raise his head and look at the people on the podium.
He glanced at the smiling Principal Li and looked at the young class teacher next to him.
Under the influence of her class teacher last semester, she suddenly began to like Xi Murong.
I spent almost the entire summer vacation reading Xi Murong's prose and poetry. After reading the entire "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", her heart began to stir. Such free and leisurely poems were her favorite type.
It seems to be written casually, but the plain words are filled with light or heavy colors, and the true meaning can be seen in ordinary places.
It must be this kind of writing style.
However, to get good books, you cannot read them unless you borrow them.
Looking at the book spread out in front of him, Tongtong couldn't help but frown. No matter how good the borrowed book was, it would still have to be returned.
She can't just refuse to pay it back!
Tongtong thought bitterly, and out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the cute pig on the corner of the table.
Hey, in an instant, my eyebrows were dancing with joy.
Raising pigs for two years, using it now.
After smashing the fat pig open, Tongtong counted the coins inside one by one. Haha, there were actually twenty-six yuan.
Tongtong excitedly opened the book to the last cover and couldn't help but laugh. He took a piece of cloth from the right side of the corner of the table, counted all the coins again, counted twenty yuan, and wrapped them up.
He counted the remaining coins twice more, took another piece of cloth, wrapped it carefully, and put it in his schoolbag.
Then, I picked up my bag and went out.
Tongtong returned "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" to the young class teacher with great interest. He took all his belongings to the town and found Grandma Wang in front of the post office.
Tell Grandma Wang that she wants to buy a copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong".
Grandma Wang raised her head and looked at her again and again from the top edge of her reading glasses, without saying anything.
Seeing Grandma Wang's fixed expression towards her, Tongtong was a little confused for a moment. Could it be that there was no such thing?
Take a look at it yourself first.
Tongtong looked towards the huge bookstall, which was nearly four meters long and three meters wide.
There were so many that she couldn't see them clearly for a while.
If he couldn't see clearly, he took a closer look. Tongtong came to the bookstall and almost leaned on it. He looked around, but there was still no sign.
After walking around the bookstall for more than half a circle, Tongtong finally couldn't help but raise his head and look at Grandma Wang, only to find that Grandma Wang was still looking at her intently as before.
Ahem, what does this mean? How about buying "Childhood" first?
Tongtong glanced at the book spot walking away to the left. There were already five or six latest books. She had brought enough money.
Tongtong walked back and looked through it carefully. Originally, there were only three latest books.
Okay, so there are three yuan left.
Tongtong looked around again, and his eyes lit up, wow, there is a new book in "Folk Tales".
Tongtong couldn't hide his joy as he took the two latest "Folk Tales" and put them in front of him.
However, she still wanted to buy the thick copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong".
Tongtong looked around again, but did not see the familiar title on the Ruoda bookstall.
Tongtong blinked thoughtfully, raised his head, and looked at Grandma Wang: "Doesn't Grandma Wang have a servant?"
"Yes." Grandma Wang raised her hand and pushed her glasses down, put the newspaper in her hand on the bookshelf, and looked at Tongtong, "You seem to have only reached the third grade, right?"
Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly, and she knew that there would definitely be something here with Grandma Wang.
However, I suddenly asked her what she was doing when she was in third grade?
Could it be that Grandma Wang gets paid for selling books?
"It's the beginning of fourth grade." Tongtong replied seriously, his big eyes rolling around in circles, "But our class teacher asked us to practice writing poems and specified that we should buy Xi Murong's book."
hehe. Grandma Wang lowered her wrinkled eyes, Guitou, actually lied to her?
Think she is stupid! Throughout the summer vacation, she was the only one who came here to buy Xi Murong's books!
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