Chapter 145 Small inventions and small originals

Learning is always a process of accumulating strength. Most of the time, you just repeat it constantly, and in this process, it is like running on a road where you can’t see the end. Only when you stop occasionally can you look up can you see where you are.

The exam is like the milestone you see when you look up.

With two weeks left before the final exam, Yi Yang has also entered the stage of general review. This time, it is even more nervous than the midterm exam. In fact, this emotion makes him a little funny... Just a mere final exam, as an adult, he is actually nervous.

In order to prepare for the exam, I went out for a walk at noon during this period. After lunch at school, I would go back to the classroom to do questions and memorize words. It was not a good idea to not have a rest. I needed to take a nap, otherwise it would be difficult to be energetic throughout the afternoon and my learning efficiency would be greatly reduced.

Sleeping on the table.

But when he woke up, his whole arm was pressed sore. Later, he thought of a solution, put a few books on the table, and put his forehead on the book to sleep... But after not long after sleeping, he still felt uncomfortable. A red mark appeared on his head and a little painful neck. Luo Luoyue next to him saw Yi Yang feeling uncomfortable, so he smiled and took out a small pillow, showed off his head, and went to sleep.

Napping is indeed a pain point for many students.

Looking at Luo Luoyue sleeping with her head on the pillow, her eyelashes trembled gently. He thought, if he snatched her the pillow, he would cry for a long time.

Haha…just think about it.

During class in the afternoon, Yi Yang felt uncomfortable when he fell asleep, so he decided not to sleep anymore. He picked up the historical journal and read it. Suddenly, Luo Luoyue next to him shouted: "Oh..."

He turned his head and looked at it, stunned, and then he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Luo Luoyue tilted her head, covered her neck with one hand, and looked painful...

Yi Yang said: "Is it a stiff neck?"

Luo Luoyue nodded in grievance and said, "What should I do..."

It doesn’t matter... Yi Yang pointed to the pillow and analyzed calmly: "You keep sleeping with your head lateral for a long time, and the muscles on your neck are tight and contracted for a long time, and you will easily cramp after a long time."

Luo Luoyue was about to cry: "Then...what should I do?"

Yi Yang said: "When you sleep, it is best to sleep on your head. It is easy to go to your head with your head lateral."

"I can't breathe when I lie down... Stop talking about this, what should I do now! It hurts... Woo..."

Yi Yang said: "There is no way to do this, you can rub it yourself, maybe one or two days, or two days, or two days."

Luo Luoyue was so sad that she looked at Yi Yang's appearance that she was really angry and didn't understand why. She was just angry. She thought that she was proudly showing off her pillow just now, and it turned into a joke in a blink of an eye... She became even more angry. She turned her head and pulled the muscles on her neck again, which made her tears come out.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get.

After a while, she turned her head to look at Yi Yang, but found that he was no longer there and he was unconscious. He didn't care at all... Although there was no reason to care, she still felt very sad if she didn't care about it. She thought angrily, Zhu Ji went to the toilet and peed on his hands.

He lay down with his head tilted again... It feels a little more comfortable.

After a while, a sudden warmth appeared on my neck. I was shocked. When the conditioned reflex was about to turn, I was pressed down. At the same time, Yi Yang's voice came from my ears: "Come on, use your hands. Hold your hands like this and apply a hot compress for a while, which can improve blood circulation and relieve spasms..."

Luo Luoyue silently covered her hand, and under Yi Yang's command, she held the hot towel, slowly raised her head and turned around. I wonder if it was an illusion, but she slowly turned around, as if she had relieved a little. Thinking of her illusion in her heart just now, she couldn't help but feel ashamed and said a little embarrassedly: "Thank you, Yi Yang..."

Yi Yang said: "Well, nothing."

“Where did this hot towel come from?”

"Oh. I just went to the toilet..."

Luo Luoyue's eyes immediately rounded...

Then he heard Yi Yang continue, "I met Teacher Jiang on the way. She had a clean towel there. She picked up a little boiled water from the water dispenser and scalded the soup. She took it over." After a pause, he stared at Luo Luoyue maliciously: "Or what do you think? Well, have a soak in hot urine?"

Luo Luoyue showed a disgusting expression, stared at Yi Yang for a while, and said angrily: "The dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory!"

"Oh……"

After a while, the hot towel was no longer warm. Luo Luoyue secretly looked at Yi Yang again. He was looking at the book intently... and then he whispered: "Thank you, Yi Yang."

"Well..." Yi Yang didn't look back and turned a page casually.

...

When I got home in the afternoon, my grandmother was cleaning up the room and cleaning up a lot of messy things. Yi Yang put down the book in his hand and went to help, but was driven away by his grandmother: "It's enough for grandmother to come, you go and do your own thing..." Yi Yang had no choice but to go back to the room.

After a while, grandma knocked on the door and said, "Yangyang, see if these things are useful. If not, they will be sold to the ragged ones."

Yi Yang went out and saw a pile of debris on the ground, everything was there, the items left behind when the house was renovating... rotten water pipes, rusted faucets, rusted screws and other things. After thinking about it, he said, "Well, there is nothing useful... Wait, this..."

Suddenly, Yi Yang saw half a sewer pipe, the white thick tube with a diameter of about 30 cm, and thought for a while and said, "Grandma, I'll use that."

Grandma was a little surprised, "This?"

"Um……"

When he returned to the room, Yi Yang looked at the thick tube about half a meter long for a long time, and an idea was brewing in his mind... After thinking for a long time, he decided to do it. He went out to move the tool box, took out a saw blade and ruler, measured it, and then started to saw it...

Ruddy sounds of polishing came from the room...

About an hour later, in front of Yi Yang, the thick white tube had been cut into something strange in shape.

With a length of 20 to 30 cm, the cylinder was cut in half, forming an arc-shaped surface, like an arch bridge. A large hole was dug in the middle of this surface. Yi Yang placed this strange-shaped object flat on the table, and extended his hand from the bottom of the "arch bridge", and saw the hand from the hole above.

The shape is almost the same, nodded slightly.

However, it's not over yet.

I went to find some complete sponges and viscose and paste the sponges on them...

This thing looks rough, but it has almost been formed. This is a sleeping pillow. When used, it is directly on the hole of the "arch bridge", and the mouth and nose can be vented. One hand can be placed under the bridge, and the arms will not be numb. When I was in the 4S store in my previous life, I saw those white-collar workers resting with this kind of pillow at noon.

The structure is very simple, but in this era, e-commerce is not that developed and there are no similar products on the Internet, so I simply made one by myself.

It's a small invention.

Then, I asked my grandma to sew a layer of cotton cover outside the sleeping pillow, and it was officially formed.

Yi Yang slept on it for a while... The experience was very good.

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I don’t know when it started, but Yi Yang began to realize that he was actually talented in writing. Words are warm and perceptive. Among all his classmates, he likes Ning Zhixin’s composition the most. Every time she writes, there will be one or two very touching sentences that make him admire. Ning Zhixin said, “Writing things… means you have to learn to write things with emotions and other organs other than your brain.”

It sounds complicated, but if you truly understand it, you will feel that it is a very natural thing.

For example, if you miss someone, want to write a love letter to her who is far away, want to describe this emotion, and only think about writing with your brain, say, "I miss you, your every smile, and you... all kinds of things." And those who know how to write with emotions and other perception organs will say, "These shallow words are me approaching you, and I wish you firmly anchor at the end of the words."

When I finished my Chinese homework, I noticed the last composition question...

"The green years are always full of endless imagination. I made a mistake, got the first place in the exam, and for the first time I was confused about the small emotions between the opposite sex... Please write an essay with the topic of "Youth Campus" and write an essay with your own title, and there is no limit on the genre."

When I was doing exercises, I basically didn’t pay much attention to the composition, because no one corrected the test paper I practiced even if I wrote it. But this time, at some point, it seemed that inspiration came. He was silent for a long time, took out the composition paper, and wrote a paragraph of text.

"Qinghe Ballad"

Qinghe,

It is always more transparent on rainy days.

You walk,

Walking very lightly.

In the court, under the field

There are shadows left by you everywhere.

You step on a thick stack of books,

Work hard but can't reach the top of the blackboard.

You say it makes people happy and addicted to memories.

You are not straightforward enough, you are always showing off your soft shore.

You also said that you don’t know love, but you persist.

Time is the best montage,

Write down your tight-lipped thoughts in your diary.

To the day when we will eventually bloom,

May you salvage it at the end of the words,

The seeds produced by those times...

Time is the best montage,

Write down your tight-lipped thoughts in your diary.

To the day when we will eventually bloom,

May you salvage it at the end of the words,

The seeds produced by those times.

...

After reading it a few more times, Yi Yang sighed slightly. There are probably some understanding of what the so-called poet is. It is not that he thinks that the thing he wrote is called "poetry". Instead, when there is a strong emotion that wants to express, using such obscure, wanting to speak but stopping, it will make people write it more calmly...

Those emotions hidden deep in your heart.

In this short passage, there are some thoughts that cannot be understood by outsiders since rebirth. If you write them out, it will be more comfortable. But then you laughed a little. It turns out that I have been in junior high school for too long and I am a little crazy. I am just thinking that I am a junior high school student? I just asked this back... I am not very confident.

It will probably not take long. If you look at this passage again, you will feel pretentious and may not necessarily have a teenager's attack.
To be continued...