I am the sister of the school grass - Chapter 7
However, Fang Yunyan did not care about it, she was only doing the first year of high school’s math problems.
The course of mathematics was taught in more depth. From the first year to the third year, it was not only the accumulation of knowledge points, but also logical thinking.
Otherwise, there would not be many people with good grades in elementary and junior high school, but in high school, it would be very difficult to stand out from the crowd.
Fang Yunyan put aside the math paper and began to write about physics.
Acceleration, left-hand rule, gravity, magnetic field, although there were many points in the college entrance examination, the questions were very simple. If one understood the formulas enough and the traps dug in the questions, they could quickly get the answer.
After she finished writing physics, it took less than an hour to count the time she had just written mathematics.
Fang Yunyan stood up and moved her shoulders, looking at the treetops not far from the window.
Her eyesight was actually a little bad.
That was because when she was a child, Fang Yunyan accompanied her grandma to weave hemp rope, straw rope and cotton rope in a dark room, which affected her eyesight.
At that time, there was finally a big order, and the delivery time was limited.
Her grandpa and grandma were still making up for presbyopia, and Xiao Yunyan was naturally very sensible to help.
Since the second year of junior high school, every rainy day or when it was very dark, Yunyan couldn’t see the words on the blackboard clearly.
At that time, her family was poor, her grandmother was in poor health, so she had to take medicine every day.
A pair of glasses cost at least one hundred yuan, and the degree must be reviewed every six months. She heard all these things from her classmates.
She didn’t want to waste money, so she kept holding on.
Fortunately, at that time, her height was average among the girls in the class, and her seat was always stable in the fourth row.
So the impact was not big.
Later, Yunyan saw a book called “Adolescent Myopia” in the school’s library, which wrote some self-conditioning methods.
She followed the practice for a while.
But the school had a physical examination every year, and students who were short-sighted would be forced to wear glasses by the head teacher.
Otherwise, because of visual reasons, the study would be affected, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
Therefore, Yunyan memorized the vision chart, and her eyesight was 10/10 in every physical examination.
At that time, parents of Huaihe Junior High School students often used Yunyan as an example to educate their children.
“Look at the monitor. She studies well, treats people politely, has great health and is not short-sighted. You are good, but you can’t study well with poor eyes.”
Yunyan naturally didn’t know that, she just wanted to save money, so she didn’t talk about her eyes.
But then her grandmother passed away. At that time, her grandpa was disheartened and took her back to her hometown.
Clouds and smoke reflected the green trees, and her hands habitually picked up a strand of hair and began to braid her own hair.
If someone was there, they would definitely see Yunyan braiding her own hair without looking in the mirror.
Just like the scorpion braids that were popular in previous years, every time she braided to the next knot, she needed to pick up a strand of hair from the side.
Strand after strand, half of her hair was quickly fixed by her.
No clips, no hair ties, because of the unique weaving technique, the hair couldn’t be unraveled for a while.
Yunyan missed her grandma a little bit.
Her grandma was very kind to her when she was a child. She wanted to help weave ropes, but her grandma refused to let her at first, but she couldn’t beat her later, so she could only agree.
But the grandma would use the money to buy cream for Yunyan, rub her fingers with rough stones every night, and then apply a thick layer of cream.
“Our Nan Nan’s hands are so beautiful, they can’t have calluses in the future. A little girl’s hands should be smooth and tender to look good.”
Yunyan admired her grandma very much.
Her grandma could speak Wu language, sing songs, weave various handicrafts, knit sweaters, and make shoes for herself.
Yunyan walked to the dressing table and looked at the various bottles and jars placed there.
She didn’t find the cream that she was familiar with. They were all written in English and French.
Although Yunyan didn’t understand the brand, her English was very good. Picking one up and looking at the explanation behind it, she knew how to use it.
She spread her hands flat, her ten fingers were long and her palm was soft.
In fact, it was difficult for Yunyan to feel beauty and ugliness, she felt that everyone’s hands were similar.
But her grandmother always said that her hands were beautiful, but they had to be taken care of carefully.
Yunyan put on a little hand cream, and the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms floated in, she liked it very much.
By the time Fang Zheng left school, she finished all the other topics except Chinese and English composition.