It has been raining continuously for more than a week in some towns and villages, and finally we have this day of good weather.
In the classroom of Class 2, Grade 7, Fang Hong, the new intern teacher, was energetically explaining "Lao Wang" written by Mr. Yang Jiang on the podium.
She wore black-rimmed glasses and a neat ponytail. She looked at the ppt next to her and spoke in a high and powerful voice:
"That is the regret of a lucky person towards the unfortunate..."
Jiang Fei, who was sitting in the last row, listened attentively at first, but then she slowly became distracted while holding her white cheek with one hand.
She looked towards the window. Under the window was Xu Zijie, who was sleeping on the table. He turned his face towards Jiang Fei, and the sun shone on his face through the window. Most of his face was buried in his arms, only a pair of lightly closed eyes were exposed, and his eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly spreading its wings...
