The exam in the morning finally ended. In addition to being a little distracted from time to time, Zong Bairong was fine and performed very stably - she was just a rational person at heart.

Of course, her evaluation of herself is not rational, but rather cold-blooded, cold-hearted, and cold-hearted.

So, even though so many unexpected things happened at this moment, she threw away all the mess in her heart at the moment when she handed out the test paper and almost devoted herself to the test paper.

Of course, this is also very likely caused by China's test-oriented education model. After all, every day, high school students are almost becoming the examination machine. Those who have practiced can almost enter the state by seeing the test paper. They are not afraid of the sky or the earth. If it rains, the mother will get married, and she will go with the wind. She only has a paper with a full score of 150 in her eyes and heart.

In the first Chinese exam, Zong Bairong quickly did various questions, multiple-choice questions, famous sentence dictation questions, reading questions, Chinese and other things. He had enough literary cultivation and didn't need to take too much effort. Besides, there were still routines, right?

Soon, she did these questions and came to the last party in Chinese - composition.

Then, Zong Bairong was a little confused. Who wrote this composition? If she didn’t beat him to death, she wouldn’t be surnamed Zong!

With beautiful memories as the theme, write an essay about memories. The style is not limited, and the title should be written by yourself, and the title should not be less than 800 words...

Isn't this just a joke? They are all in their second year of high school. Can they come up with more profound and connotative composition topics? For example, "The "out" and "enter" of life", "a realm of life", "the cornerstone of thinking towards success", "appearance and inner", "focus on pop culture", "leave for tomorrow", "said pointing to the lighthouse", "find the right position and shine", etc., she can easily miss out on a hundred or eighty of these topics. How can you, a teacher who makes a paper, not as good as an ordinary student like her?

Moreover, they used to write argumentative essays, practice, and exams, so why did they become such a bad narrative style this time? Oh my God, after graduating from junior high school, they almost said goodbye to narrative essays!

Haha, she could even think of what that fool Luo Xiaoyao would write - "My best memories: Two or three things that I can't say about in words". Well, it's wrong, it should be "My best memories: The moving love story between me and my childhood sweetheart"...

Zong Bairong looked up at the sky, and shed tears speechlessly.

However, after she complained deeply about the initial depression and irritability, she still had to accept reality and write essays step by step. However, she, who has not written a narrative for a long time, was really not sure to write the story of this memory well. After all, a little modification is like making up a story, but without modification, it becomes a record of the record.

Moreover, more importantly, she is not a person who likes to share her memories with others - this is the ultimate reason why she is unwilling to write this topic. Why should she take out her memories and her past for everyone to savor?

You know, almost every essay she wrote will eventually be printed as a model essay in the class, or even circulated in the grade.

Thinking of this, Zong Bairong had an idea. Since the teacher did not play according to the routine, don’t blame her for taking a different approach and not getting on the pirate ship.

Zong Bairong began to write and write. For about half an hour, this beautifully written prose that introduces the beautiful memories of ancient literati and poets is vividly displayed on the paper. The beginning is Bai Juyi's recollection of Jiangnan, then Lu You recalls his cousin's ex-wife, followed by Du Fu recalls Li Bai, the finale of Su Shi's recollection of the Red Cliff, and finally Yue Fei recalls Man Jianghong and Jingkang's shame.

Starting from the scenery, through love and friendship, it rises to ideals, and finally to patriotism. These are both beautiful and in-depth memories!

Zong Bairong's mouth was raised, this essay is a small case.

However, after writing the composition, the paper was completed. She did not have the leisure to carefully check one question at a time. After all, there is nothing to check in the Chinese test paper. She looked at her watch and it was still 20 minutes before the end of the exam. Oh, it was not good to do the test too fast.

So, the beauty Zong Da had to look at the window in vain and stare blankly. Once the two of them were empty, the troubles that were temporarily suppressed by the inertia of the exam ran out and entangled her entire brain.

In fact, she should be grateful to Luo Xiaoyao. If it weren't for his early morning remarks, she would have forgotten that she still had many beautiful memories. Thinking of this, she looked down at the composition topic again, and a bitter smile could not help but appear on the corner of her mouth.

In my memory, she started to go to kindergarten at the age of 5. The first time she was praised by the teacher was because she could tell stories. The teacher said that her storytelling was "lively", which eventually led to her coming on stage to tell stories to everyone on Children's Day that year.

She remembered that for this, her mother who worked in Changshui went back to her hometown and took her to buy a beautiful skirt with green apples and red apples printed on it. Luo Xiaoyao remembered it wrongly. There were not only red apples on her skirt, but also green apples.

She also chose several stories at that time before finally deciding to tell the story of the big white goose. She still remembers that the story was about walking, playing the little duckling, playing the little girl playing the little duckling, playing the little white goose and playing some scenes. She can't remember clearly now, but she knows very well that the "cute little elf fairy" in Luo Xiaoyao's mouth is definitely her.

She couldn't help laughing again. When she heard Luo Xiaoyao say that when he was fascinated by the first time he saw a little girl, she was still sore. Who would have thought that after a long time of fuss, the little girl who made her sore turned out to be herself...

Moreover, his words "She didn't even know that there was someone like me" shocked her. She was really unexpected.

She thought he was just a boy who had just met her for a while, and had even gradually developed some good feelings for her. However, she suddenly told her that she had been following her for a long time, so long that she could not even imagine.

What will happen to you if this happens to you?

Do you just smile casually, make a fool of yourself, tell a few jokes, and play tricks to get rid of this matter?

Or is it grateful, grateful, and moved to the world and feel that I have met true love. I have completely opened my heart to others, accepted him, loved him, and had a so-called touching love with him?

It seems that there is nothing else except these two methods.

So, Zong Bairong was helpless. After all, she didn’t like these two methods, and it was not what she wanted!
Chapter completed!