wild cranberries

It's not that Peng Xiaoman figured it out, he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore, what's more, he was afraid of taking the responsibility that affected Li Yuan.He is very afraid that after building a relationship with someone, this person will make some incomprehensible decisions in private, make the situation unchangeable, and say angrily: I am not all for you.

Although a little narcissistic, he doesn't want Li Yuan to do it for him.If you are excellent, you will go in the direction of excellence quickly.When you reach a new platform, you will find that I am nothing.

Grandma Xiaoman was extremely worried, she felt that Peng Xiaoman would not be able to take care of him without her, and she was really worried that he would go back to Qingyi alone.

"There's nothing wrong with it." After sorting out the daily necessities to bring, they folded up one by one and put them in the backpack: "Didn't you come back after the Chinese New Year? It's just over a month."

"I'm afraid you—"

Peng Xiaoman raised his eyes to look at her, the old lady turned her face away, sighed, and didn't speak again.

"I'll take care of myself. Isn't that how I lived at school?" Peng Xiaoman winked at her.

"There are teachers and dormitory supervisors in the boarding school, so I don't have to worry about three meals a day."

"Now that you have money and a mobile phone, you don't have to worry about anything."

"I'll go back with you."

"Don't worry about my dad, won't you spend the year with him?"

"Then let you go back to celebrate the New Year alone?"

"I'm going back to catch up with the progress."

"Fart you, hurry up." Grandma Xiaoman stared at him for a long time, then sighed: "I don't know what you think, but Xiaoman, remember, nothing is more important than your body, you just have to be good .”

The train all the way, looking out the window at night scene backwards.I originally thought that coming back and facing the gap intuitively would be powerless and under pressure.But when I saw Li Yuan's face, I bent down and kissed him sincerely, and I felt that everything faded away. I really miss him, like him, whatever is fine, don't let me think about it yet.

Li Yuan was half asleep and half awake, managed to sleep, and woke up feeling a little drunk; You Kaifeng opened his eyes very much, and stopped talking when he clicked, and let the two go home on their own.All the way along the Wunan River, the moist evening wind passing across the river was like a restless cold hand, touching the tips of their noses, cheeks, even brushing their bangs and brushing their foreheads.

Peng Xiaoman had a hard time, because he was carrying a schoolbag with messy things on his back, and Li Yuan, who was lying on his body and slowly dragged around his neck, was like a large dog.

"Woof, woof, woof." The street lights were still on, Peng Xiaoman yelled towards the river, there was a slight echo, it was midnight, and there were no ghosts.

Li Yuan was taken aback by him, took a breath and pressed over, kissing his right cheek through the mask: "What are you crazy about?"

"You have the nerve to talk about me when you drink too much." Peng Xiaoman deliberately turned his head so that his mouth could not be reached: "Wow, woof, woof, woof."

"Noisy." Li Yuan tried to turn his face away, but Peng Xiaoman was unyielding.After stalemate in such a weird position for a while, Li Yuan surrendered, no longer wanted to kiss him, but pressed her forehead into his warm neck, and let go as if relieved: "I miss you so much."

In such an instant, Peng Xiaoman's blood boiled hot.

"Come on, give Grandpa a kiss."

Peng Xiaoman cupped his face with both hands, Li Yuan was supported obediently by him, stood up straight, and stared at him deeply, with a faint tiredness that was not easily revealed in his eyes.Peng Xiaoman pulled off his mask, looked at his complete and clear face, and felt palpitations after a long absence.Touching the corner of his mouth, pinching the bridge of his high nose, Li Yuan suddenly realized when she was about to meet his mouth, and turned her head to hide: "I have a cold, the flu."

"It's a coincidence that this isn't it." Peng Xiaoman tried his best to straighten him again, and gagged his mouth involuntarily: "I also have a cold, and I also have the flu."

Both of their noses are quite stuffy, and after blowing for a while, kissing has become a high-risk action, and there is a risk of being accidentally suffocated to death.Li Yuan didn't care about it at all, and quickly threw herself into it, mingling with Peng Xiaoman's breath wholeheartedly.The tip of their tongues came out tacitly at the same time, they were surprised for a moment when they met, and then they mingled passionately, more ruthless and reluctant than anyone else.A deep kiss, long and sticky, sizzling.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't leave for a long time, and when he returned to Zhujiatang, Peng Xiaoman still felt the feeling he hadn't seen for a long time.The alley is still cramped, gloomy, not dry, with layers of illegal construction, even covered by the night.He wanted to send Li Yuan to the apartment building first, but the client was stubborn, not very willing, hugging him in the alley, as if he was afraid that he would slip away if he let go.

Have to say cute.Peng Xiaoman rubbed the back of his head almost maliciously, and said with a smile: "Snoring, don't be scared, baby, if you don't go home, will you go to your uncle's house?"

"I'm going to call the police." Li Yuan hugged him and laughed softly.

"Uncle's house has Tangtang." He grinned lewdly, breaking his leg.

Li Yuan pinched the side of his waist, and Peng Xiaoman let out a "wow", "I'll give you three seconds to change back to Peng Xiaoman's appearance."

"Hiss." Peng Xiaoman endured the pain and pinched back, "What's Peng Xiaoman like?"

"Kind, cute, cute, laughable and—"

"Stop it." You are shameless and I want more.Peng Xiaoman interrupted him, turned around and smiled at him triumphantly, pushed him forward slowly: "Come on, make up a bed with me, I have to find you a quilt."

Peng Xiaoman's rental house uses a double-open paulownia wardrobe, which is said to be the dowry of the landlord's old lady.The duvet was dried by Grandma Xiaoman just after the first frost, and she took it out and spread it out, and the quilt was still fragrant with the sun for a while.

Fei Shen'er found a new toothbrush for Li Yuan's old man, boiled hot water, washed up quickly, and jumped into bed and rolled into the soft bed. It was almost two o'clock.Getting up early to catch up with class tomorrow is simply testing on the verge of danger.To be late is to die.

I don't think it's strange to sleep in a bed in summer, but it's cold in the sky. Sleeping on a mattress folded at three ends like this, I can't help the chill that hasn't been warmed. I can't help but get close together, limbs Hooking up, sharing each other's breathing charm, the sense of happiness gradually rises, and there is a little intimacy that makes people embarrassing.It's not like falling in love anymore, it's like getting married and living together.

Peng Xiaoman reached out and pressed down the desk lamp beside him, clicked, and the room became dark immediately.

Li Yuan came over and embraced Peng Xiaoman from behind.

"Why did you come back?"

Peng Xiaoman patted the back of his hand: "Relax young man, I want to face you."

"Okay." Li Yuan stretched her arms.

Peng Xiaoman turned around and hugged his chest close to his chest, "Do you have any objections when I come back to class?"

"No problem, I'm so happy."

"Then you push."

Li Yuan touched Peng Xiaoman's spine protruding on his back, "I'm guilty."

The twang is so cute.Peng Xiaoman with the same nasal sound thought so.

"Coincidentally, I'm guilty too."

"Then how can I make you feel good?" Li Yuan smacked his forehead in the dark.

"Then say everything you need to say." Peng Xiaoman stretched his feet between Li Yuan's legs to keep warm.

The old-fashioned pendulum clock in the living room is an antique that needs to be twisted to be used.At two quarters of an hour in the middle of the night, clang clang, the crisp and piercing metal sound, is not annoying to the decibel level.

"I might go on a walk."

"Maybe?" Peng Xiaoman moved closer to him again, whispering.

"Because." Li Yuan closed her eyes, "It may not be possible to leave. Excellent students are going through the process, and schools with recommended admissions also have written interviews. They may not pass the exam, and I may not really leave."

"Lida?"

Li Yuan opened her eyes again, a gentle highlight outside the window was reflected in her eyes, "You know?"

"I saw it last time. I was really careless. It wasn't a peek."

"I didn't say you peeked." Li Yuan smiled shortly, "So you feel uncomfortable?"

"Fart, I just think it's awesome to open the door for the fucker, you're so awesome, you are recommended, it's scary, I don't even dare to think about it. Hey, can schools in a small place like ours also recommend you? Shouldn’t it be a prestigious school in a big city?”

"No, recommendation is a kind of college admissions. You can apply for a quota after you meet the qualifications. It means that students from prestigious schools have a higher probability of being admitted."

Peng Xiaoman poked him on the forehead: "You must have a high probability."

"The horoscope has not been written yet."

"That has to be left behind."

"It's not up to me either."

Peng Xiaoman smiled: "That's why you need to work hard."

Li Yuan didn't speak, and seemed to be asleep.

"Alive? I'm talking to you."

"You said." Did not fall asleep.

"Listen carefully."

"Well, please give instructions from the leader."

Peng Xiaoman whispered softly again: "You may not be able to pass the entrance examination, which means that your strength is just like that. Don't be dissatisfied, you will be able to recruit honestly. Of course, you can also be very willful and say that you don't take the exam. If you recommend it, you have to give up the opportunity and take the unified approach, because that way you will have a better chance and be more proactive in choosing the platform in the future. I think they are all cool, and they are all awesome, and I think the second method It's more in line with your style."

Li Yuan let out a "hmm", "My pretentious plan was very successful."

"You can change your decision for any reason, as long as you think about it, but I said shameless, you can't laugh."

"Don't laugh." Li Yuan stretched out a few fingers from under the quilt, pointing to the sky.

"You can't because of me." Peng Xiaoman paused, then asked again as if confirming something, "Have you ever wavered because of me?"

This is a built-up atmosphere of confession, warm and private, and it is very insincere to hide it.Li Yuan nodded: "Yeah, I just shook it recently because you didn't come back."

"Hey, thank you for coming back."

"Co-author, you didn't plan to do this from the beginning?"

"No, I plan to spend the new year with my dad and come back. In fact... I have almost given up on this year's college entrance examination. I think those people who turn grief and anger into motivation are amazing, and I am completely... so awesome `Forcible people are always awesome`." Peng Xiaoman turned his face, looked up at the dark blue ceiling, "I'm not talented enough, hard enough, and physically fit, those are all my own problems, but because of this I want you to stop Just let me go, I have committed a serious crime, and the old class will have to cut me off."

"Yeah." Li Yuan wanted to take him back, facing herself, "I remember."

"Then I'll ask you the other way around." Flipping back, hugging him, "How can I make you worthy?"

Li Yuan held him in her arms according to the situation, and said casually: "According to your own pace, heal your injuries, get used to it slowly, nourish your body, and learn."

"It's so sour, it really hurts youth literature." Peng Xiaoman said happily.

"Then one point is, try not to separate from me, let me see your efforts."

Peng Xiaoman poked him in the ribs: "Then I can't tear up your admission letter after you get admitted, right? I can't recruit you in a different place, and I can't follow you to repeat the exam."

"Different places are not called separation."

Peng Xiaoman answered: "It's called high-risk love."

Li Yuan smiled lightly.

"Hey, do you know that there are any successful ones in other places? Why do I think they didn't succeed? They all... broke up unhappy in the end, and they couldn't get any good ones."

"there must be."

"That's also a small probability."

"Share with you."

"Well, let's encourage each other."

It was almost three o'clock when the bedroom gradually became quiet and only two breaths remained.

Waking up early turned out to be a two-person turnaround.It was rare for Peng Xiaoman to sleep next to Li Yuan, surprisingly calm and peaceful. Recently, some flickering and illusory things that often appeared in dreams disappeared like smoke, and the alarm on the mobile phone at [-]:[-] rang three times, and the eyelids did not move. Motivated; Li Yuan was a little bit hungover, and before going to bed, she confessed something pent up as if she was taking away her troubles, and she slept more soundly. It was Peng Xiaoman who pinched him three or four times before she was willing to slowly open her eyes. .

When they suddenly realized that "this book is about to be finished", the two of them sat up and jumped out of the bed to put on clothes. It was already half an hour before the start of morning reading.

Plane to take a taxi to go to Lugao for 15 minutes, the remaining half of which is 15 minutes, brush your teeth, wash your face, wash your face, wash your face, wash your toilet, pack your schoolbag and eat breakfast, Li Yuan still has to sprint 50 meters upstairs, pour cat food for Nunu, and then run down .The so-called speed of life and death is like lightning, but nothing more.

When Peng Xiaoman stopped the rental at the gate of Zhujiatang with a sesame seed cake brushed with hot sauce in his mouth, Li Yuan was panting like an old dog while holding on to the electric pole, with golden flowers crackling in front of his eyes.It was so easy to stop an empty car for the shift, Peng Xiaoman asked three people to hurry up quickly, but he didn’t know whether the master’s son failed the exam or the leader withdrew his wages, he was even worse than him, Gaba snapped the rearview mirror: the students don’t learn Get up early, do you want me to fly the car? !

I'm angry, I haven't talked about it yet, and what people say is good.

The two got out of the car and entered Lugao, and trotted into the teaching building like a firecracker, just one and a half minutes before the morning reading bell.To be reasonable, Li Yuan has long legs and has always been explosive. With this bit of kung fu, he can go up to the sixth floor in one breath, which is not a strenuous effort. go high.

"You go up first." Peng Xiaoman supported his knees and pointed upstairs: "I have short legs."

"Short legs can make the frequency faster." Li Yuan slowed down and stood on the platform to wait for him, not caring whether he was late or not.

"Your way of encouraging people is really...unique." Peng Xiaoman took three steps in parallel, and the books in his schoolbag rattled.When passing by Li Yuan, Lier slammed into him badly, then immediately speeded up and overtook him, raised her feet and jumped upstairs, "I'm lying to you, I'm waiting, are you dumbfounded?"

Li Yuan saw that his back looked like a Tigger, and ran after him, laughing, "Mentally retarded."

In the class, the old class was going crazy intermittently, not counting the slapping of the door panel, and his voice was surprisingly bright, as if he had learned from Han Hong: "Late! Those who live far away are late, and those who live near are late! What are you doing? You can’t get along with me, right? It’s glorious to write down the name on the small blackboard, isn’t it? There are people who memorize the blackboard and dare to write the name of the next class for me! Thank you for thinking it out, do you want to give me some face?”

Generally cast a net, and focus on catching a few fish: "Those in the back! Those who are always late these days know it by heart, come and stand up for me!"

After a few noises, two or three people stood up in the classroom very consciously, lowering their heads and holding back their laughter, not serious.

"When it's cold all of a sudden, you don't want to get out of bed, do you? You want to come to school with your bed open, right? Ah? What about willpower? Ancient students advocated hard work in winter, and winter is the best time to study diligently." ! It’s not counting to nine yet, not walking on ice, what should I do when it’s the twelfth lunar month? Holding the stove? Unconsciously! There’s still traffic jam! Traffic jam is no excuse!”

Gossip below: "Traffic jams are not an excuse, but what is an excuse..."

With a babble, it was another boss: "You won't get up early to catch the first bus without traffic jams? No matter how early the car doesn't drive, you won't buy that electric bike yourself to ride? No matter how bad it is, you can't rent one nearby. Is the small rented house close to school? Hey, I don’t believe it, the problem can’t be solved? In the last half a year, your parents are so reluctant?”

There was a moment of silence.

All right, Lier has finished talking to you.

"Everyone pay attention!" The old class "officially made an agreement", "From today on, whoever goes to the morning self-study and dares to be late for me will be late, and whoever will give me—"

"Report."

Li Yuan and Peng Xiaoman shouted at the door.

There is no lack of drama everywhere in life, and it is still comedy.In the classroom, there was a burst of puffing sound one after another, which was appropriate to the time and the situation, laughing at the two people who bumped into the barrel of the cannon accurately and fiercely today, fearing that the Huang Li did not see it, and laughing at the old class who tried to make a fuss today and killed halfway. There are two people who messed up.

Killing chickens to scare monkeys has been so rational since ancient times, and it must be severely punished.

"You two stand by the door and read!"

As expected, Peng Xiaoman had to go to the office to negotiate after class.

"Come in." The old class answered the door, and hooked Peng Xiaoman outside the door to come in, "Are you late on the first day? You're doing me a favor."

Peng Xiaoman told the truth, "...I slept through it."

Old Ban took off his glasses and got up, poured Peng Xiaoman a glass of water, dragged out a small square stool with padded cushions from under the table, patted the dust, and said, "Sit."

"Ah."

I'm afraid I don't know how long the talk will take.

The old class is an independent office in the teaching building, not because he is an official with a big background, but because the office area is divided according to the head, and it just so happens that there is one more him.A place of more than ten square meters, facing south from the north, is completely orderly, clean and tidy. It is not only fun to work alone, but also not to have to pull out cigarettes unscrupulously behind people's backs, which is just a word.

Lao Ban was sorting out some forms in front of the computer, with a flower mirror propped on the bridge of his nose, typing on the keyboard slowly, not in a hurry to speak.Peng Xiaoman was also unable to speak first, and in the silence, he looked up at the desk of the old class: piles of exercise books facing each other like a screen, tea leaves of varying quality, thermos cups with a unique sense of time, strong and green Dripping Avalokitesvara, full ashtrays, under the glass table are photos of Lugao graduates and grandchildren.

Peng Xiaoman suddenly remembered what Li Yuan said that, despite the fact that the old class is usually unkempt and not particular about food and clothing, his son is actually a talented student who has returned from studying abroad. The grandparents and grandchildren have a happy family with three generations, and the economic conditions are even more favorable.It's so short of being able to retire in the last term, that is, to be able to disarm and return to the farmland, and have grandchildren.

In my life, I have been teaching for dozens of years, and the last note is quite ritualistic. In fact, everyone wants to write it neatly and without regret.Peng Xiaoman can understand Laoban's occasional concern about the strictness beyond the background, and even understand the self-conceit of a teacher like Xia Jianjun who is full of personal gains and losses and utilitarianism.

Because even today, it is outdated and old-fashioned to repeatedly emphasize the dedication of the teaching profession, but teaching and educating people, teaching and educating people, making people learn from others, is indeed a merit, and it is allowed to be proud.

Peng Xiaoman couldn't help linking himself with Peng Junsong, and put them among the peaches and plums under the old class. On the one hand, he lamented fate as if he was prematurely decaying, fate, you are so amazing, and on the other hand, he felt a little bit ashamed.People are used to saying that one generation is stronger than the other, that the green is better than the blue because of the blue, but in my case, it seems reasonable to say the opposite.

"Is your father okay?"

Lao Ban stopped the tapping, took off his glasses, straightened his waist and twisted it, and asked roundaboutly from the side.Last time, Su Qi's father suffered a soft tissue contusion. The lumbar muscles were already a little strained, and it hasn't fully healed yet.

"I went to school a long time ago." Peng Xiaoman rubbed his nose, "But my dad is very emotional, and it must take a long time. Although it was a big blow, he and I also... how to say, we did it before. Mentally prepared."

"It's still too sudden." Lao Ban stated, not a doubt.

"Yeah." Peng Xiaoman smiled.

"That's it, I don't have much to say as a teacher." The old class patted his knees, "Speak seriously, let's talk about you."

"I?"

"I called you here, don't tell me who you are talking about." The old class turned the laptop screen towards Peng Xiaoman, "I was working on an Excel, and sorted out our class's college entrance examination application. I didn’t fill it in, I told you to come over and show it to you first.”

Peng Xiaoman hesitated and didn't watch, "Can I watch it? Is this considered personal privacy?"

"Look, I will post it in the next class meeting."

Peng Xiaoman approached, Lao Ban rolled down the mouse for him, and browsed from top to bottom.

"It seems," Peng Xiaoman blinked, "It seems that all the goals are the key points of a book."

"Basically they are from other provinces."

"Very..."

What is it?Peng Xiaoman didn't know how to express it.

"What about yours?" Old Ban put on the mirror again, "I haven't filled in your column, have you considered it?"

"not yet."

"not yet?"

"Not yet, really not."

"Is it unwilling to think or dare not think?"

Peng Xiaoman smiled, "It's a bit complicated."

Lao Ban couldn't help laughing: "How complicated can it be?"

"Not good."

"Then ask you in another way. I'm not asking you, but simply understanding your thoughts. Do you plan to continue working hard this year, or temporarily, and don't make any plans."

Peng Xiaoman couldn't answer right away.

On the day of the weekend break, Peng Xiaoman begged him humbly and spared half a day to help him clean up the entire rented house.According to his grandma's comprehensive instructions on the phone: the duvet in the closet must be dried again, the pillowcase must be changed and washed together, the cool slippers must be put in the box and not allowed to be placed outside, the fire barrel and electric heating lamp are one by one. Take it down, wipe it clean and use it, go to the bank teller machine to pay the gas, water and electricity bills for this month, get a haircut and eat well when you have time.

The washing machine of Peng Xiaoman's family was placed in the corner of the patio, covered with a dusty rain cloth, and the small-capacity single-tube semi-automatic, which stirred up all the things to be washed and divided them three times.The area of ​​the patio was too small, and it was obviously not enough to expose it to the sun, and it was hard to see the sunlight in the building's building. Outside the sunny balcony.

The outside is cold and stagnant. This month, it seems to be frozen.Peng Xiaoman, who followed upstairs, put his cold and wet hand on Li Yuan's neck, and he pulled it back and pinched it under his armpit for a while, and Peng Xiaoman naturally refused to be outdone, and started to flap his hands.The two of them were thinking about it almost at the same time, so they stuck their hair together, kissed and turned into the bedroom, and rolled on the bed.Then turned up and down, ignoring Nunu's low voice.

take a break.The obviously confused mood, and the precious time that needs to be measured by ticking, make this unethical thing even more enjoyable and addictive.Just like the behaviors of many rebellious periods, they never change again and again, not only because there is something worth repeating in this matter itself, but because it is rebellious, people think it has a meaning worth proving.

Even if we have to go back to our respective homes in the end, sit down with the lights on, and open the books separately to catch up with inconsistent progress, the same throbbing is still throbbing at the fingertips, like an electric shock in winter.

The old class is a good old class that can be bold and meticulous, and can also be meticulous to each student, and does not have a preference for Peng Xiaoman because he knows his father.After spending a week, he reorganized the progress of each subject for Peng Xiaoman and Lu Qingyuan who had been out of class for a long time.Instead of setting the goal in a certain city or a certain university or even a certain major like other students, it was replaced with a more vague "try it out".

No one can tell how much meaning there is in trying it out, and it emphasizes a desire to go for something.The basic logic is: don't think too much, just move forward.

So what you aim at is very important.

The old class even gave them a strange idea: "Some people say that learning can't be for one person or one thing? Yes, it's absolutely fine. We don't have to elevate the current cramming-style exam-oriented education to a deeper level. , at least from our point of view, he is a necessary means to achieve the goal. If, I say, if someone becomes your goal, it can stimulate your motivation, whether it is an idol, a crush, or even a relative or friend around you , That's a good thing, don't be nervous, let alone doubt."

For Lu Qingyuan, the target that makes him feel embarrassed can only be Su Qi, who is out of reach; for Peng Xiaoman, after all calculations, the only one who is close at hand is Li Yuan.

The single photo of Ge Xiuyin in the box was placed on the desk, and Peng Xiaoman brought it back to Qingyi, and bought a photo frame to match it.Peng Xiaoman poked the wooden frame with the end of the pen, causing it to fall down with a clatter, and lay upside down on the table.Feeling guilty, he lifted himself up, and unexpectedly, like in a TV series, he was softly talking to the person in the photo under the light.

"Mom, others are studying for the rise of China, but coming to me to study with Li Yuan, isn't it a bit too... careless?"

"Why is he?"

"Hey, who told me to plant him here. Then, am I worthy?"

"Why don't you rely on me..."

"My God, the more I think about it, the more I look like an idiot, what should I do?"

"I rely on me and I don't want him to be too complacent. Mom, I'm going to tell him that he must say that he's deadly."

"But he is really good. He is really not a goal that can be achieved by talking about it. Why don't I change it. Gou Zhong Qi is actually... No way, I can't get into the medical university."

"Why do I feel that I have to find a target from a liberal arts class..."

"Mom, did I choose the wrong arts and sciences?"

"Don't, don't, I think my geography is not as good as biology."

"Speaking of why there is such a disgusting thing as mathematics in the world, can you tell me how my dad learned it back then?"

"By the way, my dad is also a high-spirited academic bully."

"Hey, then, did he take you as a target back then?"

The photos taken by the table lamp are covered with a layer of hazy yellow like a sunset.Ge Xiuyin does not speak in the photo, but her smile is exceptionally youthful and bright.

In the blink of an eye, it is Christmas at the end of the year, and Li Yuan said that it was a blink of an eye.In his impression, the year-end of the third year of high school is a node for graduates, like a signal exploding in the air, as soon as the firecrackers go off, it is counted as the countdown above the head.Once New Year's Day passed in previous years, the senior high school students in the school seemed to evaporate out of thin air, hiding in the mountains and wild books, and disappeared without a trace in the school.Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the toilet, and it was like reuniting after years of separation.

Thanks to the grace of the school, it is allowed to hold a small class-wide party, which will be linked to the New Year's Day a few days later to celebrate together.Based on theoretical analysis, the science class is more or less sentimental, and there are more men and women in the middle management of the third and second classes of senior high school. According to the meaning of the quick total of the principal and deputy monitors and the old class-don't pick up the class fee, let the students eat well Drinking well is the key; as for the show, those with a bit of talent will be on the show, just make up the number, and that's all that matters.

In the second and third grades of high school, there are a few talents with a bit of literary bacteria: Zhou Yiqing and Peng Xiaoman can sing well, Xu Ming can play the bamboo flute, Zhao Jin has practiced breaking for two years, and You Kaifeng has a tenth grade in piano.But counting as the one who went out for a training camp, scratching his head, he still couldn't make up the five programs, so he couldn't think of a way to do it, so he made a small class chorus with the tune of the tune to make up for it.

The coordinator of the program is Xu Ming, and all the rehearsals have been done during the two-day lunch break. The quality of the program can be seen from this; the procurement of goods is Li Yuan, who does the dirty work of riding a bicycle to and from the wholesale market. .Three trips in two days, the two took advantage of it carefully and carefully calculated, and brought back a lot of drinks and snacks, a box of Ping An fruit, the first ten strings of neon lights, and a Christmas tree that had to be assembled by itself and was almost half the height of a person.

Class evenings in a general sense have been in such a fixed pattern since primary school: Based on the podium, a square space of 360 to [-] square meters is set aside as a performance area, and tables, chairs and benches are arranged in a circle. The bears in the circus are also like the monkeys performing arts in the rivers and lakes. They have to be surrounded by [-]-degree crowds without dead ends, and they cheer at the end.

When the sky was dark and the lights were turned on, and the bell for the last class was rang, the students in each class warmed up the place ahead of time, as if they were running out of control, the whole corridor immediately echoed with all kinds of ghost roars and screams, where there was oppression, there was resistance, counting to the third year of high school Shout the most.

The class teachers are like the sheriff with "ears erected like antennas". They rushed to their respective classes one after another when they heard the wind. Noisiest!"

The second line is: Do you celebrate the festival with your mouth? !

Sometimes it is no wonder that students doubt whether there is such a course as "Introduction to Pugao Teachers' Disgusting People" in the teacher major of the university. Why is it like a teacher publishing a textbook? ?

You Kaifeng sneaked back from Qiyuan again, and when he entered the classroom door, everyone cheered.Not only because he was dressed flamboyantly again, not only because he was ordered by the coordinator to carry an electronic piano performance, but also because this kid was obviously thinner.Although it is still far away from the pictorial male Madou, the nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, and the outline of the facial features is obvious.Ganqing had been sealed by fat before, and she had a pretty good appearance.

"Damn it." Lu Qingyuan crossed his legs, unable to climb up and down, and was in charge of distributing snacks and drinks, "The last time I saw you on KTV, you haven't lost so much weight, have you?!"

"Just tell me which hospital you got the liposuction from." Zhou Yiqing pressed.

You Kaifeng swayed, put down the electronic piano and sat down on his buttocks, his eyes were full of lovelessness: "Liposuction? Hehe, when you have class one day, you will be dragged to the Huancheng Park for a morning run Eight kilometers, you won’t be allowed to eat breakfast after training, and you will be forced to stand by the artificial lake and practice your manuscript, you will know how low-level liposuction is to lose weight..."

Peng Xiaoman stared: "Marco?"

Is it so perverted?

You Kaifeng slumped into the back of the chair, looked up to the sky and snorted coldly: "The most amazing thing is that we run in front, and he rides an electric scooter to chase after him, everyone, just ask if you have a picture sense?"

Xu Ming took out a bag of spicy sticks from the box and threw them to him, "Yes, it's like walking a dog in the park."

A group of loud laughter, not afraid of attracting the old class.

The assembly of the Christmas tree is not complicated, just prop up the branches and put them into the base, connect the neon strings in series, and hang the decorations as you like.Inserting a face-sized star on the top of the tree is the final step, just like building a house and putting up beams. It has a sense of ritual, not to mention burning incense and bathing, at least you have to respect it.

Just like stealing the loquat last time, wherever there is You Kaifeng, there are people who can watch the fun, so he desperately urged Peng Xiaoman to intervene.

"Li Yuan's feet are enough, why did you call me?" Peng Xiaomante was speechless, and just laughed, "Why do you always let me, a short guy, fight with a tall guy?"

The stools are all moved.You Kaifeng pulled the man towards the stool: "Climbing trees is not enough, you have to try to get in touch with them more. From the installation of fake trees to the cultivation, this is called the same line."

"I—" Peng Xiaoman was almost hugged by him, "All right, all right, I'll come, I'll live up to everyone's expectations."

Li Yuan supported the back of the chair, put her palms against Peng Xiaoman's narrow waist, and looked up at him: "Be careful, stand still."

"En." Peng Xiaoman responded in a low voice.

You Kaifeng, hey, I said to you two, don't make it too obvious that you two are a little pink.

"Be careful not to knock the tree over."

have to.You Kaifeng quacked happily.

Just like blowing out candles on a birthday, Peng Xiaoman stood on the bench and slightly bent down to put the stars, and somehow forced him to turn off the lights in the classroom.In the silent darkness, suddenly only the tiny neon lights wrapped around the trees were left, filling out the warm colors.Li Yuan couldn't help squinting her eyes, looking at the bright yellow lamp and the people beside it, as if these were the only things left in this space.

"Hey, am I the only one who suddenly wants to sing happy birthday?" Someone asked, and it was the bastard who turned off the lights.

Everyone seconded, saying that you are not alone!

"Don't do it." Lu Qingyuan slapped his hands, "If you want to sing, just sing the golden hook and worship the golden hook, worship the golden hook, and worship the golden hook, and worship the golden hook, won't it be crooked?"

Xu Ming moved in the dark like he was walking on flat ground, he couldn't touch the desks and chairs at all, and he didn't know what kind of skill he was practicing.He stepped onto the podium, and inscribed the four-character calligraphy of "Shengdan Evening Party" on the blackboard, "You sing, Zhou Yiqing and Peng Xiaoman's duet can't be up, how about you singing the golden hook worship on top? I'll give it to you." Get on stage."

"Hey, don't, don't." Lu Qingyuan shook his head, "Just pretend I just farted."

Zhou Yiqing: "Peng Xiaoman, I think you can make a wish."

It took Peng Xiaoman a long time to get the stars into the eyes of the top, and he couldn't help laughing: "Then you can negotiate a collective wish, and help all the students in the class agree."

You Kaifeng said in a deep voice, "How about world peace?"

Lu Qingyuan airdropped another packet of spicy strips, and he was sure to hit him on the forehead: "Fuck you, world peace! The Secretary-General of the United Nations, you pay it back."

Zhou Yiqing touched Gou Zhongqi, leaned over and said, "Don't you think so much?"

Gou Zhong Qi was intimidated, and didn't dare to pinch her face even in the dark.Pointing to Xu Ming and Li Yuan, he said with a smile, "I think the two monitors have to decide this matter."

Listening to the continuation, Mingzhen still pondered for a while, thinking that he had to open his mouth to say something about the boundless Dharma, but in the end: "I wish everyone in Class [-] and Class [-] of high school success in their studies and achievements in their careers."

"I just wish that there is no pattern in the third and second year of high school." Li Yuan sublimated Zhou Yumei's long-talking theme at the right time, "I wish everyone in Lugao, majestic and magnificent."

The phrase "majestic atmosphere" gave a group of people so much joy that their waists ached.Standing on the stool, Peng Xiaoman suppressed a smile, put his palms together, pressed his nose to the tip of his nose, and closed his eyes.

I didn't take it seriously, it didn't matter if it worked or not.

The show officially starts at 06:30