He Yuzhu's reaction made Teacher Wenren, who was standing behind him, look surprised.
Ever since she entered the school, she had been He Yuzhu's language teacher. She had been teaching this group of students for several years.
She thought that she had some understanding of this group of students.
It wasn't like he hadn't spoken to He Yuzhu before, but when had he not been nervous and hesitant?
So, what happened today?
After resting for a Sunday, he took another day off.
It had only been two days since they last saw each other, and now it was as if she had changed into a different person?
She shook her head gently and suppressed the doubts in her heart. Then, she followed He Yuzhu into the classroom.
She went up to the podium and waited for He Yuzhu to return to her seat.
She placed the book in her arms on the table and gently knocked on the table.
"Alright, everyone's here. Let's start the class.”
"Stand up!"
"Hello, teacher!"
"Hello, students. Please sit!"
He listened to the slogan the entire time and did whatever the others did.
When he sat on the hard and uneven stool, He Yuzhu could not help but sigh. What a pure and simple childhood memory!
While he was sighing, Teacher Wenren had already started today's lesson.
Last week, before the holidays, the class had a pop test, and the test was an essay.
The topic of the essay was also quite random-winter is coming, please write an essay around this season. The topic was self-made, and the style was not limited.
Today, Teacher Wen Ren was lecturing on the essay from last week.
As usual, he first selected a few model essays to read to everyone.
The first essay was written by the class monitor of Class Two, Grade Three. The title was " Warmth in the Cold Wind."
The general content was that his mother loved him very much.
Because it was cold in winter, she would get up early every morning to roast sweet potatoes for him.
When he left the house in the morning, his mother would put the sweet potato in his bag so that he could cover his hands when he was cold.
If she was hungry at school, she could still get an extra meal.
This made him feel warm in the cold winter.
He Yuzhu listened to him casually and did not take it to heart.
In any case, things like excellent works, essay models, and so on would have nothing to do with the original Silly Pillar.
Moreover, if Silly Pillar's memory was correct…
Class monitor, didn't your mother pass away two years ago?
The white feast was prepared by He Daqing and me, or Silly Zhu.
How did your mother roast a sweet potato every day and stuff it into your bag to cover your hands?
As he listened, he played along with his memories and complained.
Feeling a little bored, He Yuzhu opened Myth Farm with his mind and entered the school to begin the first lesson of the Tai Chi Course (Beginner Version) that he had been thinking about.
Since we're still in school, it's reasonable for me to learn something new in class instead of wasting time listening to what I've already learned, right?
As soon as he thought about it, He Yuzhu was thrown back to the 19th century and became an apprentice with Taiji Grandmaster Yang Luchan.
Doing odd jobs, carrying water, horse stance, pole-standing, Tai Chi stance
Time passed day by day. He Yuzhu repeated the daily routine of being a little apprentice every day in pain and joy.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly heard someone calling him.
He Yuzhu stopped the Tai Chi class and exited Myth Farm.
When she looked up, she saw that all her classmates had turned their heads to look at her.
On the podium, Teacher Wenren was smiling.
He Yuzhu looked up with a blank look in his eyes.
She softly helped him out of the predicament." Just now, Student Li Changsheng's 'Solitude in Winter' was written very well.
"Student He Yuzhu, please tell us your thoughts on loneliness.”
She didn't know why she had asked this student who usually didn't call out names to answer the question.
Perhaps it was his performance at the door that made her look forward to his studies?
Just as she was thinking, He Yuzhu's voice sounded from below the stage.
"Lonely?"
He Yuzhu paused for a moment and changed to a slightly cheerful tone that was extremely inconsistent with the topic.
"If you open the word 'solitarity', you will find that it has seeds, melons, dogs, and worms.
"So, the so-called loneliness is a child eating melons, leading a dog, and chasing butterflies in the flowers.
"Such a scene is enough to support an entire midsummer evening.”
No one expected him to give such a vivid answer.
Everyone, including Teacher Wenren, was brought into the scene by He Yuzhu's infectious voice.
Then, He Yuzhu's tone changed and changed to a slightly deeper tone.
"Isn't this scene very lively and lively?
"Do you feel that it clearly comes from loneliness, but it seems to be the complete opposite of loneliness itself?”
Hearing He Yuzhu's question, both Ms. Wenren and the students nodded subconsciously.
He Yuzhu said faintly,
"Young children hold melons under the willow shed, and small dogs chase butterflies in narrow alleys. The world is bustling with laughter, but I have the wind at my temples.
"Children, fruits, dogs, and butterflies are indeed lively, but all of this has nothing to do with you.”
"F * ck!"
Silence!
There was a long silence!
After a long silence, someone suddenly cursed.
He had broken through his defense!
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