At that time, it was a bean sprout. She didn't know what to think about all day long. She read books from heaven every day, such as Compendium of Materia Medica and Buddhist scriptures. Her parents thought the child was crazy. By the way, this kid's biggest hobby is playing cards, and he has terrible math grades.
In addition, she has a very good cousin who is a very tough guy, excellent in every subject.
My cousin was admitted to a super-excellent university, a group of classmates went to play in her house, and the children also went to eat and drink. She saw a fat man in the corner, reading the newspaper very lonely. The child thought, this person probably did not go to college.
With a heart of compassion, the child moved over step by step, trying to tell this person that it doesn't matter if you fail, and all roads lead to Rome. She decided to use her tragic experience to resonate with her.
"I often fail math..." The old man looked up, surprised.
Then things spiraled out of control into live education, where the importance of math was amply demonstrated for dozens of reasons. The child scratched his head sadly, wondering what went wrong, and didn't have a chance to say a word of the lines after that.
The cousin floated over, as if seeing two aliens, and said in surprise how this is possible, you can actually communicate! !
Yes, this is indeed unlikely, but it will take many, many years for children to remember this sentence and finally be reconciled.
The kid took out a deck of playing cards from behind, trying to get out of his brainwashing. The old man looked at the poker without a word, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say and expressed his willingness to gamble.
"I said... If you lose, help me with math." The child already knew from his cousin that this was a strange card with a score of 149 in the college entrance examination.
At this time, there was a hint of conceit in the eyes of the old man: "How can you lose."
He didn't know that the children carried playing cards with them, and he didn't know the story of the high score that often won other children's books and snacks. So losing is almost a logical thing to do.
So that summer vacation, the children spent in the reference book.
Well, the result is really not bad. The children passed the entrance exam successfully, and their math scores were especially good. They became cousins and alumni of the elderly.
Middle school summer vacation, dog days. Homework no longer needs tutoring. The children ran to the old man’s house, slammed on the door and shouted boredom, and played cards with me.
The two of them played against each other, and they didn't even have to bet to study math, and they didn't know what to bet. One person said that after the fight, the other person said that he would know the result without fighting. So the result was exactly that.
After the sun went down, the two wandered around the small town. The old man is still expounding the importance of studying well, especially the theory that he is not afraid of learning mathematics, physics and chemistry all over the world. The child felt that he would really suffer from cerebral palsy if he listened to it any longer. After passing the dilapidated cinema, the child said, "Let's go and watch a movie."
In August 2001, when My Sassy Girl was screened, two people picked up two inexplicable ticket stubs from the ground, and the ticket inspector tore them in a dazed way, so they calmly sneaked in. The theater was extremely empty, with a few people sitting sparsely.
In the first half, the children laughed heartily, and in the second half, they wiped their snot and tears with their hands, and wiped them all on the old man's clothes. The old man actually had a good temper, but kept sighing that he was still a little girl after all, and being emotional is emotional.
The heroine plays the canon in the auditorium. The eyes of the old man shone brightly—you see, children, only girls who play the piano are called temperament.
I have a temperament too! The boy said angrily.
The old man glanced at the little boy who was squatting on the chair like a frog. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.
So after a few years like this, the children's math is still poor, and the fairy elders can't tutor. The children's questions are obviously more gossip than a few years ago: "Do you have a girlfriend in college? Are the girls in your class beautiful? Is the girl you had a crush on in high school still single?" She vaguely knew why she asked these questions, but she resisted. Think of this question.
Once the exam is over, the children are going to a faraway place. Oh no, she was no longer a child then. Well, but she is still called a child by the elderly.
It was still the same long summer vacation as before. She found the old man and walked around in her alma mater until she reached the school's auditorium.
She pushed open the door and the auditorium was empty. "Sit." The
old man sat down. The children rushed to the stage of the auditorium and bowed to the entire empty room.
Push open the piano cover next to it and sit down.
3.2.1, taking a deep breath, Pachabel's Canon in D major sounded in the auditorium.
Look, I said I really have the temperament.
Little friend, you are—haven't
you seen it yet? I do like you.
The old man's face was full of embarrassment: You have always been my little friend, as for the other... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Look, life is clearly not a movie without a dramatic beautiful ending.
The story is too long and not very exciting. Those wonderful turns usually do not appear in children who are so poor in math.
He despised me, maybe because I was so bad at math after all... um. When he turned to leave, the child told himself this while weeping.
Well, another 6 years have passed. The child is no longer the child, and the old man is no longer the old man. The two were separated by the Pacific Ocean and many, many lands. Anyway, the final ending has not been rewritten from beginning to end, and many of the stories in the period are insignificant.
The story is over.
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