Zhang Xuejun, with a handsome face and fair skin, is a big boy that adults like. He was my classmate in middle school. He has excellent academic performance, lively and cheerful personality, and is also the darling of teachers and classmates. At that time, the monitor of other classes was mostly big, and the one who could control his classmates was the monitor, but he was our well-deserved monitor, and his classmates affectionately called him "Xiaojun".
Xiaojun is several months older than me, because his parents are close friends and the two families live in an alley. My father and uncle Zhang often play chess in the shade of the tree. Sometimes Xiaojun and I invite them to dinner at the same time, and my father asks me to call him brother. I have always been unconvinced. Why do I have to call him brother when I am only a few months older than him? Uncle Zhang always looks at me with a smile and says to Xiaojun, "Qiushi is my sister. Shall she know? " Xiaojun blushed and said, "Uh-huh, uncle, forget it if Qiushi doesn't scream, hehe ..."
At that time, although our living conditions were not as good as those of today's children, our spare time was colorful. I remember that I was elected as a propaganda committee member in my class, and my teacher asked me to publish a blackboard newspaper every Thursday to record the good deeds and life in my class. There is a big blackboard outside the classroom wall, and the contents of the blackboard newspaper should be changed once a week, which is a learning tidbit and a glimpse of the students in the class and a spiritual paradise that the students pay attention to. However, I don't know how to typeset. Writing good calligraphy is not my specialty. At that time, I didn't know what sadness was, but this time I was really worried. I sat there and faded like frost. The school bell "jingle! Jingle! " Harsh ringing, I used to love ringing, because I can fly freely with my schoolbag on my back; But I can't today. I felt indescribable helplessness when I saw my classmates flying out of the classroom in groups of three or five. Then Xiaojun came up to me and said, "Qiushi, shall I run the blackboard newspaper with you?" I don't believe it, and I thought: Hee hee, is there such a good thing? Didn't answer him right away. Qin Xiao, a female classmate around me, said, "Well, Qiushi may be worried about this! ..... "I quietly poked Qin Xiao, ghost girl! Finally, I got up and picked up all kinds of chalk on the podium and went out. So Xiaojun moved to his desk and brought a ruler. He began to frame the blackboard and designed a nice header pattern. I clearly remember that Xiaojun painted bamboo, which is vivid in Xiaojun's pen. Qin Xiao and I asked him curiously, "Xiaojun, do you like bamboo?" Xiaojun sipped his mouth and said with a smile: "Yes! Like bamboo! " We all asked Xiaojun why he liked bamboo. Xiaojun just smiled and didn't answer, and then wrote down a technical art topic. Qin Xiao and I wrote different contents with chalk, and we talked and laughed as we wrote. In a short time, the beautiful blackboard newspaper was finished! The three of us clapped happily, picked up our schoolbags and walked home. I asked Xiaojun, "Why do you want to help me?" He said, "Because I am your brother!" He made a face at us and ran away.
From then on, every Thursday, we "three iron buddies" run a blackboard newspaper together, and we insist on it no matter whether it is cold or hot. Our blackboard newspaper is always at the top of the school evaluation. To this end, the three of us have a sense of pride in our hearts and have more responsibility and responsibility for each other.
On a hot summer day, the school arranged for our class to study agriculture in the countryside. We came to a village in a neat line. When the village chief saw that we were thin and tender, he shook his head repeatedly, probably because he didn't believe what we could do. The helpless village head led us to a newly harvested wheat field, and those scattered ears of wheat in the field were our task of learning agriculture. When we first came to the countryside, it was the first time we saw golden and full ears of wheat. Before the teacher finished the task, we rushed into the wheat field. I remember the teacher gave everyone a row of wheat ridges. Starting from the field, the cat bent down and walked forward to pick up the ears of wheat that "slipped through the net" when harvesting. The students opened their eyes wide and looked around. They saw ears of wheat shining with golden light and a bright smile on their faces. Some will shout: haha! Wheat! Wheat. Unconsciously, it was already noon. At that time, the scorching sun was like fire, and the fields were baked like steamers, with sweat and dirty hands everywhere, and then every face was like a local monkey; Really tired, the students stopped, looked at each other's faces, and began to laugh their heads off and burst into laughter, but I really admire them. They didn't work less. At that time, I was thinner and not very strong. Coupled with the hot weather and scorching sun, it is unbearable. I don't know how this happened. I picked it up for a while and scratched my arm from time to time, but I didn't look at my wrist. I was shocked when I saw it. My wrist broke out in a red rash, and my heart began to whisper what was going on. The speed of picking wheat ears is naturally not fast, and it is still hovering in the middle; Looking at the long wheat ridge, other students have arrived at the farm, shouting and flapping happily. My heart is a little tired and I broke out in a cold sweat. At this time, Xiaojun quietly picked up the ears of wheat and came face to face. Seeing that I have been scratching my arm, Xiaojun asked with concern, "Qiushi, what's the matter?" "I said vaguely," I don't know this. There are many rashes on my arms! " Xiaojun hurried to the front, looked at it and said, "Oh dear! You are allergic to Maimang, stop doing it and rest your head! "I'm a little embarrassed, did not move. He gave me a push and said, "Go! I am your brother! "I was thinking, who called your brother? Hum! I left without listening to Xiaojun. Qin Xiao also came to pick me up. I saw two "hardcore" buddies coming. I don't know where they came from. My arms are itchy. I began to pick up the ears of wheat under my feet, and soon we will meet in the field.
Students in the field, I hope that the results of our efforts, a pile of golden wheat piled like a hill, naughty students actually shouted out the lines in the movie: my wheat! Wheat! ..... Shouts did not fall the students laughed, laughter echoed over the field, provoked the dark-skinned uncles who were working in the field next to them to giggle. ...
But who knows, in the afternoon when I came back from picking wheat ears, something happened that made my classmates feel very uncomfortable.
At about one o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Xiao and I arrived at school early. There is crying in the classroom. Qin Xiao and I looked at each other and walked into the classroom. I saw Mr. Zhang, the head teacher, and my classmates crying red. I went to the front and asked softly, "What's the matter, teacher?" Why did you ... "The teacher was sobbing and couldn't speak at all, but a classmate told me that" Xiaojun drowned to save elegance "..."? ! Xiao Qin and I shouted in unison, and our minds went blank. I don't believe this is true. You don't say! Just two hours ago, he was helping me pick up the ears of wheat. No I don't want to ask the teacher again: "Is the teacher real? "
The teacher nodded with tears and said nothing. I can't control it anymore. I ran out of the classroom in tears, and Qin Xiao choked up behind me.
Later, I learned that because of the hot weather and scorching sun, I passed by the river near my school. It's as elegant as looking at the clear and cool river, throwing away clothes and taking a cold bath. Xiaojun had no choice but to follow. Yaru is a famous naughty boy in her class, so she jumped into the river with a splash. Who knows, the place where he jumped in was deep water, and the current was very fast, and a whirlpool appeared. He was shocked and his legs cramped. His body wobbled and sank, and he was choked by the rushing river. He has always been very courageous, but this time he was afraid and shouted, "Xiaojun, help me!" " Xiaojun jumped in without saying anything, swam to the front and dragged him out of the whirlpool. The desire to survive made Yaru flutter out of the whirlpool and swim to the river bank, while Xiaojun was swallowed up by the rushing river. Yaru saw Xiaojun disappear into the river and shouted, "Xiaojun, get someone to save you!" " . But when people salvaged Xiaojun, Xiaojun had closed his eyes and his handsome white face turned white. ...
Yaru's mother rushed to the scene after learning about it, hammered Yaru hard and cried, "Damn thing, why don't you die?" Why let Xiaojun die for you? ..... "Yaru let her mother beat and scold hard, tears streaming down her expressionless face. In fact, no mother wants her son to die. It is this mother who is heartbroken for Zhang's mother and sorry for Xiaojun. Excellent little soldier 16 years old! His tomorrow should be beautiful, but it passes like a meteor.
Xiaojun left this world forever, and his sudden departure made Yaru suddenly grow up and stop being naughty. It was this experience that taught him to cherish life in the future, because he knew that life was given by Xiaojun, and he could not live in a daze! The prodigal son of the past has finally become a successful person!
Xiaojun left this world forever, and his sudden departure also caused me irreparable regret, that is, my stubborn sister never called Xiaojun's brother again.
Xiao Qin is joking with me about this. Just call me brother. Xiaojun is so kind to you! At that time, Xiaojun most wanted to hear me call him brother, but I was willful, but I was not satisfied with Xiaojun who had always cared about me. ...
Now, Xiaojun's concern for me is vivid and clear; Regardless of the passage of time, regardless of the changes in the world; For me, Xiaojun is the best memory of my life, and it is a warm memory of having a brother in my life! For me, what is far away is Xiaojun's back, but what is left is eternity!
Brother Xiaojun! Did you hear that? Qiushi calls you-brother! !