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Chapter 34: Spring Comes Again, Start Running for Life

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    Running around, getting tired, and growing up are the first taste of life's bitterness¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤

    Tired of running.  I was pushed and shoved to walk by someone.  Confused and staggering, I really don't know what world I'm going to break into.

    In March, the calendar after the Spring Festival has not turned many pages, and the specialty exam for the senior high school entrance examination begins.  There were not many people who came to take the art test that day.  We, there are only a dozen people in Yanghu Town taking part in the art specialty examination.

    There was no spectacular scene in the following years when hundreds of people competed for a very small number of places.  However, I didn't feel the slightest relief.

    In spring, the north is always very windy, and people standing in the open space seem to be blown away.  Standing in the building tube, the wind blows the windows like a ghost and makes a "woo woo woo" sound.

    I came to take the exam with my female apprentice who I had taught for less than a month, and it was in such a sad and howling wind that I passed the sketch and watercolor exams.

    After the exam is over, standing in this strange campus, I will have time to see those scenery.

    I still remember that I have been busy for a while since I got up before dawn in the morning, and now, standing outside the examination room, my heart has been resting in my throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, as if it was blocked by a thermos cone.  There was only a burst of dry mouth and tongue, and the virtual fire was strong.

    For me, everything in front of me is new.  The fresh buildings, the fresh ground are all cement, and the fresh grass is raised separately.

    The grass looks like a low peanut seedling, which is circled on a piece of land and is called a lawn.

    There is also a horizontal flat, rectangular white wooden board, printed with the sign: "Do not trample on the lawn", using a long and thin stick as a leg, standing crookedly in the grass.  It was as if someone stepped on it from the front, and it was so crooked that it almost fell down.

    With a big head and a light body, he leaned back hard, very much like an old man with a white beard, his hands behind his back, his eyes raised, his mouth pouted, looking down on others.  It's amazing and makes me bored watching it.

    I turned my head and looked elsewhere. The pine forest was in the open space of the two buildings, and I stretched my body hard and crazy, arching towards the sky.  Because of the crowding, the whole mass of dark green was crumpled into black, as black as night, remaining in a dark night under the broad daylight.

    A crow flew out yelling "Quack, quack, quack", emitting a little white light.  It is a sculpture, white, standing in the pine forest, it seems extremely tall, because there are several extremely tall pine trees that cannot reach its height.

    It raised its head high with high spirits, its eyes widened and it stared straight ahead. It was a sculpture with short hair and parted heads that looked like a female teacher.

    ?In the blackness, it looks very white, so white that it is a bit of arrogance of "coming out of the mud without staining", and it is so white that it looks calm, like the awe-inspiring spirit of a revolutionary hero before his execution.  I thought of a horror story.

    The students all love to watch "Story Club". Once I was also curious about what is so good about it.  It was hard to borrow a copy.  The first chapter tells a terrible story.

    It is said that two villains specialize in killing people, and throw the dead bodies into the lime pond, wait for a period of time, dig them out and sell them as sculptures.  My nerves became tighter all of a sudden, I moved subconsciously and turned around in a circle.

    I don't know how big the campus of Yanghu Middle School is.

    The tall buildings are different, one here, one there, high and low, like a very high and huge pile of rocks on a mountain.  The road in the middle is the flat ground under the cracks in the rocks, which is a passage for ants, mice or snakes to crawl.

    The seven or eight teaching buildings are already crowded, and some buildings are filled with dormitory buildings.  Therefore, the buildings on the entire campus seem to be connected as one. The buildings of various colors are crowded together irregularly, and the lengths are uneven. They are children's tired building blocks, and they are scattered on the ground.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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