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Chapter 16 Tearing up the scar

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    Chance?

    Is a blessing or a curse?

    Still hidden scars

    In autumn, like a kettle on a firewood farmer¡¯s stove, it becomes scalding and steaming when it encounters a fire, and black air-conditioning when there is no fire.  At noon, it was scorching hot from the sun, but the morning and night were unavoidably cool.

    However, there were a few days when the heat was worse than summer, and acquaintances complained when they met.  "Qiuhu, it's so hot!"

    "Yeah. This is so naive! If it gets hotter, I won't be able to live."

    The students were so hot that they joined forces to fill buckets of water in the large pool in the cafeteria.  Carrying it back to the classroom, splashing water on the ground, the dust on the red bricks immediately formed into small mud balls one by one.

    The little mud balls were not soaked yet, tearing open a hole, spitting out the air, they lost their appearance, watching them shrink into small black holes one by one from a distance, as if they were looking at me with countless eyes, my heart was very sad.  comfortable.

    "Is Jiang Guo not here?" A very familiar voice.

    I looked up, "Oh, it's you, Xiaoyun, you're looking for Jiang Guo. She's gone out, maybe she went to buy popsicles, why don't you sit down for a while, and she'll be back soon."

    "Oh? Shall I wait for her for a while?" She pointed to the seat beside me.

    "Okay! Sit down firstsit for a while!"

    She sat silently beside me.  Flipping a few pages of paper in his hand, there are some colorful paintings, are they hers, or Jiang Guo's?  I have no idea.

    There was a burst of laughter, a group of girls jumped in, and colorful ice cream floated in.  The cuboid ice cube is transparent and covered with several layers of color.  There are many drops of water dripping from the ice cubes, and the ice cubes are also sweating on a sultry day.  Only there is no ginger fruit.  Perhaps after waiting for a long time, Xiaoyun stood up, said goodbye, and came back to her later.

    Another noon, after everyone had eaten their own lunch, they were invited to the campus to cool off.

    The wind blows, and the astringent smell of sycamore oil makes my heart tingle.  The scorching hot air made people drowsy.  Suddenly there was a gust of cool wind blowing, which woke up the sleepy person, and also woke up a person's "Yah!"

    "I haven't done the homework assigned by the teacher yesterday."

    "What homework?" Everyone looked up and wondered.

    "Geography, draw a map of the world."

    "Ah I also forgot. Hurry up and go back to do it, let's go, hurry up, or I will have my ass pumped in the afternoon class."

    The big guy laughed.  They all stood up and stretched, and some breathed out a few breaths.

    "Go, go, go back and do your homework."

    The shade of the tree suddenly became empty, and a group of people babbled all the way to the classroom.

    Jiang Guo is here, and Xiaoyun is also there. They are studying the hand-painted paintings spread out on the table. There are several pictures. It seems that it took a long time to draw them.

    As soon as Xiaoyun saw me, he stood up hastily.

    "You sit down, I'll sit in the back." I pulled a stack of books, found a geography textbook, and pulled it out.

    "You'd better take your seat, I'm sitting right in front, close to both of you."

    The eyes of the three met, and I was embarrassed by Xiaoyun's enthusiasm.  Standing in vain, there was a burst of heat on his face.

    Xiaoyun moved the stool back, turned it to the front of the table, moved the stool at the front table, and sat down, with very light movements, cheerfully, as if extremely excited.

    "Liu Xiaojun, let me tell you a good thing." She smiled brightly.

    "Oh?" I was surprised, it's rare to see her so happy, I don't know why.  "What's good?" I asked.

    "The design of the blackboard newspaper in my class won the first place."

    "Oh, congratulations, great."

    "Where, you drew all the pictures on the blackboard, and I have to thank you." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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