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Chapter 10 Those Scattered Flowers

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    The memories of junior high school are all on the bicycle.

    ¡ª¡ªOr galloping on a bicycle.

    ¡ª¡ªOr resting your cheeks in the classroom, waiting to ride a bicycle.

    The two ends of the run, one is the school, the other is the hometown.

    One joy and one sorrow constitute two points and one line.

    "Today is their first day."

    "They will suffer in the future."

    "Well, when I go to school in the countryside, I go in the wind and rain, get up early and stay late. From now on, the road will be lively."

    There is a primary school in this small mountain village.  As for the junior high school, there is only one middle school in the entire township, and fifty or sixty villages provide one middle school, so the school is not too small.

    Seven or eight rows of tiled houses running from east to west line up from south to north.  There is a north-south road in the middle of the tile house, connecting the school gate and the playground, dividing the entire campus into two parts.

    There are more than 30 houses, full of students from the first to fourth grades.  As soon as the get out of class bell or school bell rang, four to five hundred people rushed out of the classroom, and the blackness was also a vast formation.

    Because most of the students are far away from the villages and towns, and because the dirt roads in the countryside are not easy to walk and the traffic is not developed, everyone is equipped with a bicycle.

    Flat handlebar bicycles have just emerged, and women's variable speed bicycles are also in short supply. Most of them are inherited from their fathers - old-fashioned curved handlebar bicycles.  Heavy but also strong, it is suitable for this bumpy dirt road and stone road.

    ?Before going to school, bicycles poured in from all directions, like a tide; after school, they rushed out from the school gate again, spreading out in all directions, like a tide.

    There is no carport, and the cars are usually scattered everywhere.

    In summer, the sun is so hot that the tires are prone to bursting, so the students grab the shade.  The cars crowded together on both sides of the house, moved to the north of the house at noon, and ran to the east of the house in the afternoon.

    When meeting a superior to check, use white lime powder to draw lines to form squares.  In front of each classroom, and at the back of each classroom, there are clearly laid out for bicycles to discharge.

    The students on duty are about to be busy, from morning to morning, they line up the bicycles neatly one by one.  Therefore, there is an extra wall at the front and back of each row of houses, which is low, wide and made of iron.

    On rainy days, there are more raincoats on the low wall, red, blue, green, orange, black, and purple, all kinds of colors are piled on the car, which is a beautiful scenery full of flowers.  The campus with white walls and yellow land has more vitality.

    Because there are many cars and they are often moved by the students on duty, many cars are interspersed here and there.  Therefore, there is often some excitement to watch.  As soon as the school bell rang, the impatient students ran away. A gust of wind jumped out of the classroom and floated two or three meters outside the classroom door. Even the three or four steps were omitted, and the bags in their hands were lying sideways.  fly out.

    The previous bag was still floating sideways in the air, and the back bag also flew out, and another, and another The rhythm of time was neither fast nor slow, neither tight nor loose, just right, like a special police trained to be fast  , and like a rabbit that has just been released to the fence, the rabbits are jumping one by one, all running to the convoy, looking for their own cars.  Order is miscellaneous but not chaotic.

    At this time, someone forced his way into the turbulent cross current.  Use your body to cut off the flow of people from right to left, or from left to right.  Pushing and shoving some people, receiving the impact force of others, and shouting: "Where is my car!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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