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Chapter 30 Hongxiu Pure Love, That Love That Gradually Ripples

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    The things on the table are already too crowded.  She sorted out some books, and the small space was already taken up by her schoolbag.  She picked up her schoolbag and tried to stuff it into the hole in the table.

    "Slow!" I grabbed her wrist, which was so thin that I could grasp it firmly, and my thumb could still reach the tip of my index finger.  She stopped and looked at me, her big eyes trembling with bewilderment and bewilderment.  The little lips also pouted.

    "It's dirty there." As I said, I tore off a stack of white paper from the playbook and handed it to her.

    "Spread these out and put them under the schoolbag." She paused for a while, then took them.

    "This section, we have math class. Have you brought the ruler and settable?" It was Teacher Jiang, the only female teacher in the small school.

    "Bring" The students all elongated their voices and answered, as if they were reminiscing about the neat and immature childish voice in kindergarten: with small voices, they answered the teacher's question in unison.  ask questions.  The students like Teacher Jiang very much, not only because she is kind and amiable, but also because she never hits anyone.

    Yang Yue lowered her head and leaned back, unzipped the schoolbag in the table hole, and took out a special stationery box, which looked like leather and was thicker, one and a half layers thicker than the tin boxes of other students  .  The surface is covered with gorgeous animation pictures, including Transformers, Calabash Doll, and Yixiu, almost all the characters in the popular picture books at that time were included.

    She packed her schoolbag and opened the pencil case. It was double-layered!  She took out the upper layer and sorted out a bunch of bright and transparent triangular boards.  The students next to me kept staring at the box until the teacher knocked on the desk with an eraser, and then they turned their eyes back to the blackboard.

    After class, I took her pencil case and looked at it carefully, "Your box is so beautiful."

    Many students came around, crowded each other, poked their heads, stared at it, showing envy, a few girls whispered a few words, the boys who squeezed in the front heard it, and turned to them  With a smile, one of the girls smiled and covered her mouth with her hand.

    After school, it was time to go home for lunch, and they gradually dispersed.  Yang Yue said, "Do you like it?"

    "Yes." I nodded, "If you like this box, I will give it to you."

    "No, I like the painting on this."

    "Oh, I have quite a few albums like this."

    "Oh? Really? Can you lend me a look?"

    "Of course, let's go, let's go and get it at my uncle's house together."

    "good."

    In the next few days, Yang Yue often brought some candies and distributed them to the students.

    There is a very sweet candy, which is still fresh in my memory.

    Bronze-colored cubes, when I took a bite, the board was hard and hard, and when I chewed it, it would make an excellent crisp sound, and suddenly a burst of sweet and sour water came out, and I immediately stuffed the whole candy into my mouth  , Soak your little tongue in this sweet and sour delicacy.  This is the first chocolate I ever tasted.

    Gradually, the classmates talked about everything with her.  The girls dragged her to play shuttlecock, checkerboard, and throw sandbags.  Boys sometimes pull her to play with the pinch stick.

    On the playground on campus, or after school, find an open space, dig out a small nest, and put a short wooden stick with both ends sharpened on the edge of the nest, so that one end is inside the nest and the other end is tilted up.  Then use a long and thick wooden stick to hit it and fly.

    Waiting for it tossed and turned in the air, at this moment, it was right, and a horizontal stick was struck, and it was swept to the waist of the small wooden stick. With a "swoosh", it flew out, flying far away.

    Sometimes, if the hit is hard and the hit is not good, the small wooden stick will shoot crookedly to the ground, bounce up again, and slide into a low-lying place.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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