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Chapter 14 Blackboard Drawing

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    The old double desk stood by the wall, and I squatted on it, holding a green chalk, slowly drawing another unknown leaf.

    Red, yellow and white chalk, held in the other hand while pinching a sheet of paper.

    Tong Tiantian stood below writing, and lost her temper with Jiang Guo next to her, "A bunch of bastards!" They chatted angrily.

    Jiang Guo babbled and echoed from time to time, followed up with a few words, and grinned from time to time, laughing loudly, and when she was about to cover her big teeth with her hand and her palm was about to reach her mouth, she saw this dirty hand again.  Put down the chalk and paper, clap your hands, and the powder on your hands will fly up.

    Tong Tiantian writes, wipes, writes.

    The eraser was baked on the table, and when I picked it up again, I saw a thick layer of powder, white, yellow, and red, mixed together. The edge of this layer of powder was still in the shape of an eraser¡ªellipse.

    As soon as the chalk is traced on the blackboard, the fine powder will fall a little bit, and sometimes the writing is too fast, and the chalk below will continue to fall, like a long line hanging under the chalk, like a long line dragging a ship  The man and board following the waves, following the line, swayed wildly behind the boat with an unknown rhythm, swinging back and forth.

    Wipe the wrong place, and the colorful fog will fly up, and after a while, a lot of colorful powder dust will fly down.

    At the foot of the wall under the blackboard, a colored line was piled up.  Because it is extremely thick, it looks like a long mountain range, shrinking and colorful, standing upright against the wall.  The table is covered all over; there are also many hanging on the nearby leaves and trunks.

    "Tell our little teacher later, let the school return this thing. What big-character posters are there, who is in the mood to mess around with this at this time." Jiang Guo echoed, suddenly becoming so verbose.

    Holding a small edge of the eraser with his hand, he lifted it up.  This action is like a timid person pinching a long snake, knocking on the edge of the table with a "do-duo-duo", the powder on the table is shaken up, and a gust of wind blows over, very much like the sand flowing in the desert, the powder flows  with.

    "Sister Jiang Guo."

    "Yeah! It's Xiaoyun!" Jiang Guo shook her calf and stomped her feet.  "Well, you miss me. Come hug me and kiss me." The woman is so strange, she was angry just now, but she suddenly became softer.

    After embracing, the four hands of the two were entangled together. This intimacy was really like a pair of little lovers.  The two giggled at the same time, as if to celebrate their perfect chemistry.

    "Xiaoyun, why are you here?" Jiang Guo asked.

    "I'll come and see you." Xiaoyun replied with a smile.  Their hands were still entangled.

    The two laughed again, and then, Xiaoyun looked at the blackboard and said, "You guys are good at drawing. This year, I am in the second year of junior high school, and my class is assigned a blackboard. The head teacher asked me to come and have a look, and learn classics." Said  With that, he turned his mouth to the south of the road, on the other side of the road, and squeezed a bit.

    The road is low in the south and high in the north, and we are located in the most northwest direction. It is very comfortable to look down from the top, so everyone also looked in the direction she pointed.  There is a desk over there, across the road. Two girls are standing on the road and pointing at the blackboard, and a boy is holding a set square and measuring something in a daze.  After a while, he tilted his head again, looked at the two girls behind, and seemed to have said something.

    They stopped looking there, and the rest of us also turned our heads and went about our own business.

    "I heard from my class teacher a long time ago that you are the best in the whole school in painting." Xiaoyun couldn't stop praising, and pointed out many places for Jiang Guo to see.

    Jiang Guo said: "Hey, what's the matter? It's a burden now. It stands to reason that the third grade of junior high school should give up the blackboard to your grade. No, the school gave us another blackboard. I'm so busy, it's too late  Learned." Jiang Guo changed his mood a little.

    Jiang Guo paused, as if he remembered something.  "Haha, you are here to seek the scriptures, you have found the right person. Look, my class is the best." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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