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Son, one summer morning, my mother woke me up who was extremely tired and sleepy: Get up quickly, the new semester has been two days since the beginning of school, and I finally got in touch with you. Let's go, mom send you to middle school!
My mother, who is very keen on climbing up the branches, chasing the wind, catching up with the trend, and cutting her head into the big and small matters, suddenly came to a whim. Through various relationships, she treated her guests, gave gifts, dug a door, and fell holes. Finally, she was satisfied and forced to force me into a key middle school that is said to be the best key middle school in the city: Provincial Experimental Middle School!
I had to say goodbye to my beloved with tears in my eyes, and gave me unprecedented sexual enjoyment. Teacher Dumu followed my mother listlessly, holding a small jingle lunch box in my hand. Before the sky was completely bright, I scrambled to squeeze into the bus that was about to be blocked with the adults at work.
When I walked into the proudly standing and arrogant building of Provincial Experimental Middle School, my mother ran around and found a short, thin old man wearing highly myopic glasses. The old man whispered to his mother, then grabbed me hard and pushed open a door: Go, kid, go in!
The thin old man was dry and weak, but he had a huge force that made me inexplicably. As soon as he tried to force his arm, I slipped into a strange classroom dizzyly. I was in a daze, not knowing what to do. A middle-aged female teacher who was following the script frowned and looked at me, then raised her slender fingers and pointed to an empty seat and said to me: You, just sit there!
Well, I agreed timidly, and then tiptoed to the empty seat. Inside the seat, there was a tall girl with a tender white face with a slight healthy red color. A pair of developing breasts were like two slowly rising mountains, proudly hidden behind the tulle shirt, shaking gently as provocatively. Under the two long, black and pretty eyelashes, there were bright big eyes embedded, constantly flashing, radiating the charming light that attracted my soul.
Alas, I was admiring the flower-like girl in dismay, but this female classmate sitting against the wall suddenly came out and shouted at me: You, sit inside!
OK
Humph, just sit inside, why are you talking so hard! I muttered silently in my heart, when the beautiful female classmate stood up, I deliberately wiped her sexy and seductive little mountain peaks and sat obediently in the narrow position inside. The female classmate then sat down with my elbow.
I quietly glanced at her again, and at the same time, I took a deep breath in an extremely obscene way, and sniffed the fragrance that floated from my female classmate's body as I could. What a fragrance, what a fragrant female classmate!
I moved my eyes downwards again. A pair of lustful eyes, like seeing a stinky mosquito with blood, staring at the female deskmate's crotch, looking at her soothing and undulating belly under the mountain, and the mysterious triangle wrapped around her two beautiful thighs, I thought aimlessly: What is her pussy like? When you insert it, you will feel so good in a while!
Hey, I was just thinking about it in a lewd way, and the female classmate started nagging me again: Let me tell you, don’t cross the line!
After saying that, she took out a pencil sharpener and drew a sacred and inviolable 38th parallel in the center of the desk. Because she was close to the cold wall, whenever she was writing, my elbows would unconsciously cross the 38th parallel. Whenever she was at this time, the female classmate at the same table would repeatedly touch my cross-border arm with her slender elbows: Go back, move back quickly!
Hum, what a sympathetic female classmate. We can become a deskmate. This is a fate in the past life. But, you, this girl who is so beautiful that I can drool and have a fantasy, treats me so arrogantly. I am so angry that I can't be treated by it.
Looking at the cold and frosty little beauty beside me, I decided to find an opportunity to take revenge on her. I saw that she was doing her homework attentively. I secretly raised my elbow, and then took advantage of her unpreparedness and suddenly attacked me.
The unprepared female deskmate was hit by this violent blow. The little white hand holding the pen slashed to the side. The homework book was ruthlessly torn a long wound by the sharp pen tip. The angry female deskmate roared at me, then covered her white and tender face and sobbed in grievance.
Hearing the crying of the female deskmate, the female teacher who was holding chalk and graffiti on the blackboard, turned her head in surprise, and the pair of cold eyes behind the lenses were shining with a terrible white light: You, go out,
She yelled at me: Get out and stand in the corridor!
So, in full view of everyone, amid the stern roar of the female teacher, I walked out of the classroom with my head down like a criminal
From that day on, I gradually learned that this is a true and unbiased aristocratic school. Most of the students have a great background, such as the director's daughter, the director's baby son, etc. Many students come to school in cars.
My female deskmate has a bigger background. I heard from my classmates that her name is Fan Jing. Her father is an old Red Army soldier. What is it, what is the security area, what commander. Every day, there is a beautiful car to pick her up and go to school. Because the father of the female deskmate has the highest position, my female deskmate is also the most domineering in the class and unconcealedly regarded herself as the queen.
Faced with these arrogant and arrogant children of high-ranking officials, a sad sense of inferiority came to my heart, a commoner child.
My relationship with Fan Jing became more and more rigid. I was in the cold war all day long. Fan Jing looked down on me, the descendant of ordinary intellectuals, and I looked down on her disgusting arrogance of the high-ranking children. But not long after, due to a small accident, the Cold War stalemate between us that made both sides very unhappy was completely broken.
It was a cold early winter morning. The northwest wind was howling and howling, carrying the withered and yellow branches and leaves, and whipping on the pedestrians unscrupulously. I squeezed off the bus, shrank my head, and ran towards the school like an enclave.
Suddenly, I saw my mortal enemy Fan Jing jumping out of the car happily, and then ran to the campus excitedly. Gudong, if she was not careful, she fell into the water well without a cover. Fortunately, this was a dry well that had been filled with garbage and dirt. The bottom of the well was filled with various dirt that were filled with stinky air. Fan Jing stretched out her two delicate little arms with tears in her face and climbed up hard. As a result, she failed again and again. Finally, Fan Jing simply sat down at the bottom of the well, covering her face and cried in despair.
I ran to the water well quickly, looked at the poor Fan Jing without any consideration, and jumped into the water well and squatted down: Stop crying, come, climb onto my shoulders!
Fan Jing stood up sobbingly, with endless gratitude on her face, and then, she kicked my shoulder very obediently and climbed out of the dry well. From that morning, the 38th parallel disappeared forever and the Cold War was completely over. Fan Jing and I became good classmates. We no longer despise each other, but got along with each other sincerely.
Tomorrow is Sunday, Fan Jing held my hand and said warmly: Go to my house to play, you saved me, my father wants to see you, he wants to treat you to dinner!
Nothing, I blushed and replied: This is nothing...
You must go, wherever your home lives, I will ask the driver to pick you up!
No, no, I was shirking my responsibility and didn't dare to let Fan Jing see the pitiful, dilapidated collective dormitory building in my house: If I had to let me go, then I'll take the bus by myself!
No, tell me where your home lives and we will pick you up!
If you have to pick me up, I will wait for you at the terminal station of No. 13 bus tomorrow morning!
OK! You have to be on time!
The next morning, I got into a car for the first time in my life, and my heart was pounding with excitement. I wonder where the car would take me to and what kind of people I saw. Fan Jing sat beside me, like a cheerful little Yàn, humming out-of-tune song carefreely
The car suddenly made a big turn and drove into the high-ranking district of the city with a swagger. This is the title of this area by citizens. During the period of the Puppet Manchukuo, this was the so-called embassy area. The straight and wide streets were crisscrossed, and the green trees were hidden in the green trees.
In front of a three-story villa with a small pointed top, the car finally stopped. Fan Jing took my hand and jumped out of the car, walked towards the door of the villa, a PLA soldier with a pistol on his waist, stood straight by the gate. When he saw my Fan Jing coming, he immediately piled up his smile and hurriedly opened the gloomy iron gate.
In the yard where flowers are blooming, an old soldier with a medium figure and gray hair is carefully servicing his flower seedlings with a watering can. Fan Jing quickly ran to the old soldier like an enclave: Dad, Dad, my classmate is here to pick him up!
Well, the old soldier turned around and glanced at me with the unique seriousness and enthusiasm of the soldier. Fan Jing said with a smile: Dad, it was him, who saved me and helped me climb out of the well!
Oh, the old soldier put down the kettle, and his serious face finally smiled in a rare way: Thank you, little devil! After saying that, the old soldier held the baby's daughter's little hand with one hand and waved his strength at the small foreign building with the other: Well, good kid, you're a good kid at first glance. Let's go and sit in the house!
With a curiosity, I tiptoed into this strange mansion. The thick red pine floor reflected a dark light under the bright sunlight. A huge chandelier with lush branches and leaves hung on the high ceiling...
Little devil, the old soldier asked me kindly: Where does your dad work?
Design Institute! I answered with extreme inferiority, the weak voice was like a mosquito screaming, and I didn't even hear it clearly myself!
His father is an engineer! Fan Jing added that he could hear that tone was clearly helping me raise my pitiful identity
Well, yes, the old soldier handed over a red apple: Little kid, eat an apple!
Ah, no, I didn’t have the courage to take the red apple. Seeing that I was standing awkwardly, Fan Jing pulled me: Come, go to my room!
Okay, I said goodbye to the old soldier in a hurry, and finally walked into Fan Jing's boudoir full of daughter's fragrance with relief. What a beautiful room! I sincerely exclaimed, carefully fiddling with various small objects that dazzled me in the room. Fan Jing stood beside me, proudly introducing me to me, "This vase was given by my father's old subordinates, and it was absolutely authentic Jingdezhen porcelain. This calligraphy and painting was written by the chairman of our Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Do you know him?"
After reading his article, I honestly replied: I have never seen him myself!
Ha, Fan Jing put down his calligraphy and paintings and said proudly: I have seen him and had dinner with him. He is a great writer and is very famous. His novels have all been made into movies. That time, he came to my house to find my father and asked him to tell him the battle stories of the past. Then, he was so good at writing novels! At noon, my father invited him to dinner, and I sat beside him, and we took photos, you see...
As he said that, Fan Jing's thin white fingers scratched a huge photo on the wall: That, the one sitting next to her father, is the great writer who is preparing to write her father's story!
Hey, I don’t want to listen to Fan Jing’s endless show-off anymore. I deliberately changed the topic. I picked up a very exquisite piggy bank: This piggy bank is so exquisite! As I said that, I shook it hard: Fan Jing, you have a lot of money!
Hi, Fan Jing became even more proud: What is this change? I have a passbook! Fan Jing opened the drawer, picked up a small and exquisite passbook, and happily swayed in front of my eyes: Hehe, I have a lot of money, which my father usually gives me, but I didn’t spend it, and they all quietly saved it!
Alas, you are so happy! I sighed sincerely and put the piggy bank back to its original place. Fan Jing suddenly asked: Alas, which thing do you like in this room? I will give one!
No, I don't want it, I don't want anything!
No, you saved me, I haven't repay you yet!
No, helping people in distress is what a man should do!
Well, Fan Jing said frankly: I will definitely return your love to you. In the future, if there are any problems or difficulties, I will do my best to do my best...
Jing, it's time to eat! The cook with a white apron around his waist whispered outside the door
Alas, that's it!
Fan Jing's father, the officer, prepared a sumptuous lunch for us. Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, I didn't know where to start. For the first time in my life, I saw so many delicious dishes that could not be named.
After having a sumptuous lunch, at Fan Jing's enthusiastic invitation, I followed Fan Jing's figure like Liu Laolao, which made me fascinated, and absent-mindedly patrolled the mansion that made her extremely proud. Then, Fan Jing ordered the driver to send me back to the bus stop like a little commander. With my longing for Fan Jing and infinite thoughts, I walked home reluctantly. When I lowered my head restlessly and pushed open the door open, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded in my ears: Xiao Lizi!
Oh, I looked up and looked into the room, wow! My eyes suddenly lit up and my spirits were also excited!
Son, one summer morning, my mother woke me up who was extremely tired and sleepy: Get up quickly, the new semester has been two days since the beginning of school, and I finally got in touch with you. Let's go, mom send you to middle school!
My mother, who is very keen on climbing up the branches, chasing the wind, catching up with the trend, and cutting her head into the big and small matters, suddenly came to a whim. Through various relationships, she treated her guests, gave gifts, dug a door, and fell holes. Finally, she was satisfied and forced to force me into a key middle school that is said to be the best key middle school in the city: Provincial Experimental Middle School!
I had to say goodbye to my beloved with tears in my eyes, and gave me unprecedented sexual enjoyment. Teacher Dumu followed my mother listlessly, holding a small jingle lunch box in my hand. Before the sky was completely bright, I scrambled to squeeze into the bus that was about to be blocked with the adults at work.
When I walked into the proudly standing and arrogant building of Provincial Experimental Middle School, my mother ran around and found a short, thin old man wearing highly myopic glasses. The old man whispered to his mother, then grabbed me hard and pushed open a door: Go, kid, go in!
The thin old man was dry and weak, but he had a huge force that made me inexplicably. As soon as he tried to force his arm, I slipped into a strange classroom dizzyly. I was in a daze, not knowing what to do. A middle-aged female teacher who was following the script frowned and looked at me, then raised her slender fingers and pointed to an empty seat and said to me: You, just sit there!
Well, I agreed timidly, and then tiptoed to the empty seat. Inside the seat, there was a tall girl with a tender white face with a slight healthy red color. A pair of developing breasts were like two slowly rising mountains, proudly hidden behind the tulle shirt, shaking gently as provocatively. Under the two long, black and pretty eyelashes, there were bright big eyes embedded, constantly flashing, radiating the charming light that attracted my soul.
Alas, I was admiring the flower-like girl in dismay, but this female classmate sitting against the wall suddenly came out and shouted at me: You, sit inside!
OK
Humph, just sit inside, why are you talking so hard! I muttered silently in my heart, when the beautiful female classmate stood up, I deliberately wiped her sexy and seductive little mountain peaks and sat obediently in the narrow position inside. The female classmate then sat down with my elbow.
I quietly glanced at her again, and at the same time, I took a deep breath in an extremely obscene way, and sniffed the fragrance that floated from my female classmate's body as I could. What a fragrance, what a fragrant female classmate!
I moved my eyes downwards again. A pair of lustful eyes, like seeing a stinky mosquito with blood, staring at the female deskmate's crotch, looking at her soothing and undulating belly under the mountain, and the mysterious triangle wrapped around her two beautiful thighs, I thought aimlessly: What is her pussy like? When you insert it, you will feel so good in a while!
Hey, I was just thinking about it in a lewd way, and the female classmate started nagging me again: Let me tell you, don’t cross the line!
After saying that, she took out a pencil sharpener and drew a sacred and inviolable 38th parallel in the center of the desk. Because she was close to the cold wall, whenever she was writing, my elbows would unconsciously cross the 38th parallel. Whenever she was at this time, the female classmate at the same table would repeatedly touch my cross-border arm with her slender elbows: Go back, move back quickly!
Hum, what a sympathetic female classmate. We can become a deskmate. This is a fate in the past life. But, you, this girl who is so beautiful that I can drool and have a fantasy, treats me so arrogantly. I am so angry that I can't be treated by it.
Looking at the cold and frosty little beauty beside me, I decided to find an opportunity to take revenge on her. I saw that she was doing her homework attentively. I secretly raised my elbow, and then took advantage of her unpreparedness and suddenly attacked me.
The unprepared female deskmate was hit by this violent blow. The little white hand holding the pen slashed to the side. The homework book was ruthlessly torn a long wound by the sharp pen tip. The angry female deskmate roared at me, then covered her white and tender face and sobbed in grievance.
Hearing the crying of the female deskmate, the female teacher who was holding chalk and graffiti on the blackboard, turned her head in surprise, and the pair of cold eyes behind the lenses were shining with a terrible white light: You, go out,
She yelled at me: Get out and stand in the corridor!
So, in full view of everyone, amid the stern roar of the female teacher, I walked out of the classroom with my head down like a criminal
From that day on, I gradually learned that this is a true and unbiased aristocratic school. Most of the students have a great background, such as the director's daughter, the director's baby son, etc. Many students come to school in cars.
My female deskmate has a bigger background. I heard from my classmates that her name is Fan Jing. Her father is an old Red Army soldier. What is it, what is the security area, what commander. Every day, there is a beautiful car to pick her up and go to school. Because the father of the female deskmate has the highest position, my female deskmate is also the most domineering in the class and unconcealedly regarded herself as the queen.
Faced with these arrogant and arrogant children of high-ranking officials, a sad sense of inferiority came to my heart, a commoner child.
My relationship with Fan Jing became more and more rigid. I was in the cold war all day long. Fan Jing looked down on me, the descendant of ordinary intellectuals, and I looked down on her disgusting arrogance of the high-ranking children. But not long after, due to a small accident, the Cold War stalemate between us that made both sides very unhappy was completely broken.
It was a cold early winter morning. The northwest wind was howling and howling, carrying the withered and yellow branches and leaves, and whipping on the pedestrians unscrupulously. I squeezed off the bus, shrank my head, and ran towards the school like an enclave.
Suddenly, I saw my mortal enemy Fan Jing jumping out of the car happily, and then ran to the campus excitedly. Gudong, if she was not careful, she fell into the water well without a cover. Fortunately, this was a dry well that had been filled with garbage and dirt. The bottom of the well was filled with various dirt that were filled with stinky air. Fan Jing stretched out her two delicate little arms with tears in her face and climbed up hard. As a result, she failed again and again. Finally, Fan Jing simply sat down at the bottom of the well, covering her face and cried in despair.
I ran to the water well quickly, looked at the poor Fan Jing without any consideration, and jumped into the water well and squatted down: Stop crying, come, climb onto my shoulders!
Fan Jing stood up sobbingly, with endless gratitude on her face, and then, she kicked my shoulder very obediently and climbed out of the dry well. From that morning, the 38th parallel disappeared forever and the Cold War was completely over. Fan Jing and I became good classmates. We no longer despise each other, but got along with each other sincerely.
Tomorrow is Sunday, Fan Jing held my hand and said warmly: Go to my house to play, you saved me, my father wants to see you, he wants to treat you to dinner!
Nothing, I blushed and replied: This is nothing...
You must go, wherever your home lives, I will ask the driver to pick you up!
No, no, I was shirking my responsibility and didn't dare to let Fan Jing see the pitiful, dilapidated collective dormitory building in my house: If I had to let me go, then I'll take the bus by myself!
No, tell me where your home lives and we will pick you up!
If you have to pick me up, I will wait for you at the terminal station of No. 13 bus tomorrow morning!
OK! You have to be on time!
The next morning, I got into a car for the first time in my life, and my heart was pounding with excitement. I wonder where the car would take me to and what kind of people I saw. Fan Jing sat beside me, like a cheerful little Yàn, humming out-of-tune song carefreely
The car suddenly made a big turn and drove into the high-ranking district of the city with a swagger. This is the title of this area by citizens. During the period of the Puppet Manchukuo, this was the so-called embassy area. The straight and wide streets were crisscrossed, and the green trees were hidden in the green trees.
In front of a three-story villa with a small pointed top, the car finally stopped. Fan Jing took my hand and jumped out of the car, walked towards the door of the villa, a PLA soldier with a pistol on his waist, stood straight by the gate. When he saw my Fan Jing coming, he immediately piled up his smile and hurriedly opened the gloomy iron gate.
In the yard where flowers are blooming, an old soldier with a medium figure and gray hair is carefully servicing his flower seedlings with a watering can. Fan Jing quickly ran to the old soldier like an enclave: Dad, Dad, my classmate is here to pick him up!
Well, the old soldier turned around and glanced at me with the unique seriousness and enthusiasm of the soldier. Fan Jing said with a smile: Dad, it was him, who saved me and helped me climb out of the well!
Oh, the old soldier put down the kettle, and his serious face finally smiled in a rare way: Thank you, little devil! After saying that, the old soldier held the baby's daughter's little hand with one hand and waved his strength at the small foreign building with the other: Well, good kid, you're a good kid at first glance. Let's go and sit in the house!
With a curiosity, I tiptoed into this strange mansion. The thick red pine floor reflected a dark light under the bright sunlight. A huge chandelier with lush branches and leaves hung on the high ceiling...
Little devil, the old soldier asked me kindly: Where does your dad work?
Design Institute! I answered with extreme inferiority, the weak voice was like a mosquito screaming, and I didn't even hear it clearly myself!
His father is an engineer! Fan Jing added that he could hear that tone was clearly helping me raise my pitiful identity
Well, yes, the old soldier handed over a red apple: Little kid, eat an apple!
Ah, no, I didn’t have the courage to take the red apple. Seeing that I was standing awkwardly, Fan Jing pulled me: Come, go to my room!
Okay, I said goodbye to the old soldier in a hurry, and finally walked into Fan Jing's boudoir full of daughter's fragrance with relief. What a beautiful room! I sincerely exclaimed, carefully fiddling with various small objects that dazzled me in the room. Fan Jing stood beside me, proudly introducing me to me, "This vase was given by my father's old subordinates, and it was absolutely authentic Jingdezhen porcelain. This calligraphy and painting was written by the chairman of our Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Do you know him?"
After reading his article, I honestly replied: I have never seen him myself!
Ha, Fan Jing put down his calligraphy and paintings and said proudly: I have seen him and had dinner with him. He is a great writer and is very famous. His novels have all been made into movies. That time, he came to my house to find my father and asked him to tell him the battle stories of the past. Then, he was so good at writing novels! At noon, my father invited him to dinner, and I sat beside him, and we took photos, you see...
As he said that, Fan Jing's thin white fingers scratched a huge photo on the wall: That, the one sitting next to her father, is the great writer who is preparing to write her father's story!
Hey, I don’t want to listen to Fan Jing’s endless show-off anymore. I deliberately changed the topic. I picked up a very exquisite piggy bank: This piggy bank is so exquisite! As I said that, I shook it hard: Fan Jing, you have a lot of money!
Hi, Fan Jing became even more proud: What is this change? I have a passbook! Fan Jing opened the drawer, picked up a small and exquisite passbook, and happily swayed in front of my eyes: Hehe, I have a lot of money, which my father usually gives me, but I didn’t spend it, and they all quietly saved it!
Alas, you are so happy! I sighed sincerely and put the piggy bank back to its original place. Fan Jing suddenly asked: Alas, which thing do you like in this room? I will give one!
No, I don't want it, I don't want anything!
No, you saved me, I haven't repay you yet!
No, helping people in distress is what a man should do!
Well, Fan Jing said frankly: I will definitely return your love to you. In the future, if there are any problems or difficulties, I will do my best to do my best...
Jing, it's time to eat! The cook with a white apron around his waist whispered outside the door
Alas, that's it!
Fan Jing's father, the officer, prepared a sumptuous lunch for us. Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, I didn't know where to start. For the first time in my life, I saw so many delicious dishes that could not be named.
After having a sumptuous lunch, at Fan Jing's enthusiastic invitation, I followed Fan Jing's figure like Liu Laolao, which made me fascinated, and absent-mindedly patrolled the mansion that made her extremely proud. Then, Fan Jing ordered the driver to send me back to the bus stop like a little commander. With my longing for Fan Jing and infinite thoughts, I walked home reluctantly. When I lowered my head restlessly and pushed open the door open, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded in my ears: Xiao Lizi!
Oh, I looked up and looked into the room, wow! My eyes suddenly lit up and my spirits were also excited!
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