Because I have been following Lin Lan and the others, helping me with clothes and cosmetics, it is impossible for me to sit down and watch the performance. Xiaofei’s dance was only halfway through. They danced well, but the costumes were not very good, and the lights illuminated , there is no sense of color, it is obvious that the choreographed girls can dance, but lack stage experience.
The first dance of our class, "Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers", the choreography and costumes are all in place, but when a girl danced, she dropped the flower basket and deducted a lot of points. Although Lin Lan was unhappy in her heart, there was no trace on her face, and she kept comforting the girl: "It doesn't matter, everyone will not blame you, we all know that you have done your best." Li Xin glared at the girl with a dark face. Several eyes.
As I watched from the side, I had some respect for Lin Lan in my heart. In other classes, the head teacher personally came forward to manage, and even used his personal relationships to invite professionals to design dances, but Cornucopia had just graduated from college and was newly assigned to our city. A few little girls, from the movements to the clothes, and how to comb the hair are all designed by Lin Lan, and they have to adjust the team relationship. She is actually very difficult!
When they were unloading, I was bored and studied with the program list. The program of the first grade (5) is very simple, one is a three-person chorus and one is a solo. Solo solo is about to start performing. When I saw the solo performance, my heart moved slightly. I didn't care about our class preparing for the next show. I asked Ni Qing and others to help me bear it first, and ran to the stage to watch it myself.
Sure enough, it was Guan He. She was wearing a simple purple gauze skirt. As she walked, the skirt turned over, like the wind blowing lotus leaves. She bowed to everyone, sat on a chair, her makeup was light, but she was as slim as a lotus in water.
The host said: "The following is the competition program of the first (5) class, the erhu solo "Horse Racing", and the performer Guan He."
When the stage lights slowly dimmed and the light beams only focused on her, she began to play. At the beginning, the horses galloped fiercely. The entire auditorium seemed to have become a vast grassland, allowing the horses to gallop. In the middle section, she plucked the strings with her fingers, imitating the sound of a horse's hoof hitting the ground. Obviously, the technique was quite outstanding, and the women from the city art troupe, who were specially invited by the judges, were also moved.
After the song was over, there was thunderous applause. The boys in class (5) called her name loudly. Guan He smiled lightly, bowed to the audience, and left gracefully. Both the music teacher in the junior high school and the women in the art troupe gave her the highest score, which was almost perfect.
I heard someone whistling on the side of the stage, and I was very surprised. The dean of the school was sitting below. Who is so bold
Because I was not sitting on the seat, I was standing on the side of the stage, so I could clearly see the stage behind the curtain. A handsome young man wearing a Mongolian robe and a Mongolian felt hat, with a smile on his face, put his thumb and index finger in his mouth, and whistled to celebrate Guan He. It turned out to be Zhang Jun! When Guan He passed by him, he smiled and nodded, expressing his gratitude.
I just feel as if my heart is immersed in the ice pool of nine cold days. Zhang Jun and I have long been strangers. Since Zhang Jun entered junior high school, he has rarely even communicated with boys of the same grade, let alone girls, but he is right Guan He is clearly different.
(8) The program of the class is a Mongolian dance. I didn't expect Zhang Jun to also participate. After thinking about it, what's strange? Literary performances are originally a game of handsome men and beautiful women. Zhang Jun is now a first-year junior selected by many girls. He is no longer the spiky-headed boy I saw back then, and his sports cells are very prominent.
I want to go, but I want to see it; I want to stay, but I want to go.
In a moment of hesitation, four boys and four girls from class (8) came to the stage waving their long sleeves. In Mongolian singing, they sang and danced. Men are strong, women are enthusiastic.
I never knew that Zhang Jun was so talented in literature and art. He was actually the lead dancer among the men, and he changed his dance posture with a beautiful girl with a head full of pearls and emerald braids. Sometimes he was a galloping horse on the grassland, and sometimes he was an eagle soaring in the blue sky.
He half squatted down, leaned forward, alternated his legs, imitated the galloping stance of a galloping horse, and danced forward. I saw that he was about to approach where I was standing, so he immediately turned and left, hurriedly jumped up the steps, and pulled the opening curtain. Go backstage to find Lin Lan and the others.
Lin Lan saw me and immediately asked, "Have you seen the Mongolian dance in class (8)? How is it?"
I said lightly: "In general, it's better for us, let's not talk about winning or not, it's enough to wear a robe in such a hot weather."
Lin Lan smiled: "I heard that Tong Yunzhu, the choreographer of class (8), is of Mongolian nationality, and has a very good way of dancing Mongolian dance. If it's not for performances, I really want to see how they dance."
Ni Qing ran back in a hurry and said, "Oh my God! (8) Class dance is so good! Zhang Jun is so handsome! That Tong Yunzhu is indeed from Mongolian, she dances better than on TV! "
Lin Lan stared at Ni Qing, pretending she didn't hear it, and urged the girls to check their makeup for the last time. Ni Qing didn't react to anything and leaned towards Lin Lan, but Lin Lan ignored her.
When the Dai dance in our class came on stage, Ni Qing and I went to the stage to watch it. The performances of classes (5) and (8) were quite exciting. The previous two classes had just skipped modern dance, and the audience was excited all the way, which made our class's "Dawn of the Dai Family" take advantage of the right time and place.
The music is fresh and gentle, the women are soft and graceful, the birds in the empty mountains and the creek in the bamboo building make people feel refreshed.
Under the light of the stage lights, the silk dress on the woman's body is unusually bright and beautiful. If you don't say it, no one will think of it as a colorful flag. When they were about to finish dancing, Ni Qing and I went back to the backstage and waited for them to end with our clothes.
Lin Lan didn't care about changing clothes, took my arm, and squeezed with me in front of the curtain to wait for the grades. The dean of education and the music teacher of the junior high school gave high marks, and the other two judges were not bad either. The woman gave a deviation score, and Lin Lan stomped her feet and muttered, "My mother is really cruel!"
I was surprised: "Is that your mother?" No wonder Lin Lan is so talented in literature and art.
"yes!"
I comforted her: "It doesn't matter, others give very high, and they will definitely win the award. Your mother did this to prove that you are relying on your own ability and have nothing to do with her."
Lin Lan smiled, finally feeling a little happy.
I didn't even want to watch what was going on later. When I remembered Wang Zheng, I hurried to ask, but I was told that Wang Zheng could not participate in the performance on behalf of the class this year, because during the rehearsal, the dean didn't like his program, saying that the theme was unhealthy and positive. , was wiped out.
The results of the competition came out. The first prize of the first grade was Guan He's erhu solo, and the second prize was the Mongolian dance of class (8) and the Dai dance of our class. The dance of class (2) did not win the prize. Xiaofei was a little disappointed. , but more of it was injustice for Wang Zhengming, scolding the dean for lack of aesthetic vision.
After the show, the classmates walking around were still discussing the just-concluded cultural performance. The girls said Zhang Jun, and the boys said Guan He. I was in a trance. Guan He and Zhang Jun appeared alternately in front of me. The woman was graceful and graceful, and the man was unruly and handsome. I began to feel that the distance between me and them was getting farther and farther. Intimidating, and I not only have no brilliance, but I am lazy and notorious.
Seeing the gap between us, I have some sadness, some unwillingness and melancholy about fate, but more are helpless to accept. I probably already knew in my heart that I was an inconspicuous person, the one who should stand there and look up at the light of others. Even if I envy them, I can't be them.
Shortly after the end of the cultural performance, the change list of the junior high school student union was brought down in advance, and Shen Yuanzhe took over as the chairman of the new student union.
As the monitor of class (6), under his management of class (6), the class style is the best in the whole grade, and his name has been heard by everyone, so he is the chairman of the student union, which is widely expected.
With the passage of time, our new batch of freshmen went from looking up to the rumors of seniors and sisters to unknowingly becoming the protagonists of the rumors.
Following Xiaofei and Guan He's "Double Flowers", our current "Double Kings" have also been released. Prince Charming is Shen Yuanzhe, handsome in appearance, good at studying, even better in people, kind-hearted, helpful, friendly with teachers and classmates, has a warm smile like sunshine, and has many girls who like him, but he has no scandals. Treat all girls the same. His gentleness and kindness made the girls who confessed to him not feel hurt even if they were rejected, but regarded him as a friend.
The dark horse prince is Zhang Jun, handsome, average in study, taciturn, has no sense of collective honor, does not unite with classmates, never helps others, but never bullies others. There are many and complicated girls who like him, including seniors, some In the technical school, there is a little sister. There are many rumors about him, but because he never interacts with girls of the same grade alone, there is no scandal with girls in the same grade, and I have not heard of any girl in our grade confessing to him. It is said that girls in senior grades often hate him because of love and hatred, and find someone to beat him everywhere, no one knows whether they hit him or not.
3
senior repeater
The most stubborn wound in the world is a wound that does not bleed. There is no medicine and no cure.
Even if it is calm, it is like the shadow of the moon on the water, seemingly complete and peaceful,
But every time the wind blows, it will wrinkle fine cracks, secretly painful.
At the end of the final exam, everyone's grades have not changed much. Our class is still Chen Songqing first, Lin Lan second, (2) Ge Xiaofei first, (5) Guan He first, Zhang Jun and I are in the class The twentieth dozen swayed.
Long summer vacation, my favorite. I hid on the sofa in the karaoke hall, while reading a book and eating snacks, I was as carefree as a fairy. Xiaobo is not what it used to be. He no longer has to wait for a win at billiards to invite me for a drink. Now whenever he goes there, the sofa will be filled with drinks and snacks for me to eat.
I was never polite to him. Occasionally, when I thought of financial problems, I would ask with an uneasy conscience, "Do you want me to contribute some money? My mother gave me pocket money."
Xiaobo smiled: "How much can you eat? I can still afford this."
With the preserved fruit in my mouth, I asked without hesitation, "Is your mother still sewing gloves?"
He replied calmly: "Yes, for her, she can forget other unhappy things in life when she is busy with things at hand."
Hearing our conversation, the squid couldn't understand it at all, and shouted, "But you can support yourself now, why do you want your mother to make that hard money? Your mother's sewing machine a day is not enough to sing a song once."
Xiaobo and I both looked at the squid and laughed, how simple and happy this person is!
One weekend night, I was tired of reading in my room in the karaoke hall, and was ready to go out for a walk. As soon as I went out, I found that the lights were blurred, the voices were full of people, there was a smoky atmosphere, and there were people standing on the stairs. I wondered, why is the business so abnormally good tonight
Catch a young lady who delivered wine: "Is there an event tonight?"
She nodded: "Someone has a birthday."
I squeezed through the crowd and wanted to get a drink. Suddenly, in the blurred and flickering lights, I saw a woman with long black hair and a white dress sitting beside Zhang Jun, singing "Like Fog Like Rain Again" with a microphone like the wind".
You will never understand my heart for you
The love I give you is always tormented
In the lonely night I search helplessly
Looking for a constant support
Give me the deepest hug again
Let me feel your warmest heartbeat
I don't care if you know or not
The heart that loves you will never grow old
Ah…
You are like fog, rain and wind to me
Come and go, leaving only an empty space
You are like fog, rain and wind to me
Let my heart follow you
Ah…
At that time, this song, accompanied by the beautiful Liang Yanling, became popular all over the country. It was almost a must-sing song in K karaoke halls.
The people around me were pushing and shoving, and I was bumped sometimes forward and sometimes backward, but I didn't feel any pain. I only felt that my whole person was pulled from my soul, and I looked at myself numbly and sadly.
The people around Zhang Jun applauded loudly, whistled, and laughed: "Did you hear? I want you to give her the warmest hug!"
Zhang Jun was drinking and smiling, but his body did not move.
Zhang Jun's buddies coaxed: "Zhang Jun, it's really boring for you to be like this, the girls are all taking the initiative!"
I don't know if it was the girl's little sister who was the first to shout: "Zhang Jun, kiss her!" Everyone clapped rhythmically, and then shouted: "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her..." The sound was getting louder and louder, the applause was getting louder and louder, it seemed that the temperature of the entire karaoke hall had risen, and my soul saw itself squeezed into the crowd, with a pale face, staring blankly at Zhang Jun, hands clasped tightly. fist up.
Zhang Jun couldn't help everyone's shouting, finally put down the wine glass, held the girl's hand, and kissed the back of her hand.
Everyone "booed" him unsatisfactorily, and the booing became louder and louder, and there was a tendency to boo through the roof.
The girl suddenly half-hooked Zhang Jun's neck, squinted in front of him, and kissed him on the face, as if in a demonstration, but finally relieved Zhang Jun.
Everyone was whistling and laughing again, while laughing and shouting and hugging forward. I was not tall enough, and I was pushed forward involuntarily by the crowd. I don’t know whose arm hit me, and my glasses were squeezed out. Now, I hurriedly went to pick it up, still shouting, "Don't step on my glasses."
There are too many people, and everyone can't help but move forward. Not only did I fail to pick up the glasses, but I was almost trampled by the crowd. The glasses were kicked by someone's feet. I was about to pick them up, but a high-heeled shoe stepped on it and shattered it. The owner of the high-heeled shoe exclaimed: "Oops, what is this?" Everyone lowered their eyes when they heard the sound, and saw me lying on the ground in embarrassment.
It turned out that before I knew it, I chased the glasses to the sofa where Jun Zhang and the others were sitting. I had been staring at Zhang Jun just now, but I didn't notice that Xiaobo was also present. He grabbed me from the ground and held it back until he didn't swear: "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? There are so many people and the music is so loud that once you are trampled, no one will notice you."
I said aggrievedly: "I want to pick up glasses."
Zhang Jun's girlfriend said apologetically, "I'm sorry, little sister, I didn't see it. I'll buy you a new pair later."
Xiao Liu called: "Xiao Bo, your Ma Zi?" Influenced by Hong Kong black films, it is popular to call his girlfriend Ma Zi, but I really hate this name.
Xiaobo hurriedly said, "No, an ordinary friend."
"Let her come over, let's have a few drinks together, and make friends."
Xiaobo smiled and said, "She is still young and doesn't know how to drink."
Xiaoliu smiled and did not speak, and someone beside him naturally said for him: "Xiaobo is now the boss, and his temper is much bigger than before. Brother Liu can't even invite him."
Afraid that Xiaobo would be embarrassed, I tugged at his sleeve, indicating that he was fine, and took the initiative to sit beside Xiaobo.
Xiao Liu handed me a small glass of red wine: "Which school?"
"One Middle School."
"Good school, the same school as my brother Zhang Jun, right? Zhang Jun?"
Zhang Jun just nodded indifferently.
I was about to do it first as a respect, when Xiaobo took the wine glass from my hand: "Sixth brother, she really doesn't know how to drink. It's up to her to do the etiquette. I'll drink the wine."
Brother Six stopped laughing and stared at Xiaobo, who did not flinch and met his gaze. The people around couldn't help holding their breath. After a while, Brother Six smiled and nodded: "Okay! Since you said that, I can't force it. You can drink it instead if you want!"
Xiaobo immediately drank it: "Thank you sixth brother."
The man next to Sixth Brother put a bottle of unopened liquor in front of Xiaobo: "It's not that one, it's this one."
I was so angry that my body was shaking, but I knew that this is the rule in this circle. If you want to stand up for someone, you must accept the other person's rules.
Xiaobo picked up the wine bottle, but he didn't even use a wine opener. He directly opened the bottle cap with his teeth, spit out the bottle cap, and poured it with his neck up against the wine bottle.
In the sound of "gu dong" and "gu dong", the whole kilogram of liquor was drunk. Xiaobo put the empty wine bottle on the table and said with a smile, "Xie Liuge."
Brother Liu ignored Xiaobo and asked others with a smile: "Hey, why don't you all sing? Sing!"
The woman beside him immediately picked up the songbook, ordered a song, and ordered a song "Ping Ju", and the sixth brother hugged her and sang it together.
Xiaobo resigned to the sixth brother. The sixth brother waved his hand impatiently like a fly. I hurried to accompany Xiaobo to the bathroom. He stabbed himself in the throat and forced himself to vomit. I'm sorry and guilty, but I don't know He could do nothing but pat him on the back all the time.
After he threw up, rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I've drank more wine than this."
I asked softly, "Why do you want to stop the wine for me? It doesn't matter if you drink that small glass of red wine. During the Chinese New Year, my parents will also let me drink some red wine."
He explained with a smile: "In this circle, men who want to get a girl drunk start with the first cup that doesn't matter. If there is a first cup, there is no way to refuse the second cup. They always have a variety of options. The way to toast you. If you want to refuse, you have to start with the first cup. I only drank one bottle just now, but I blocked all future wines for you. Everyone present today has understood that under any circumstances, you will You won't drink, and no one will let you drink again."
Only then did I really understand the malicious intent behind Xiaoliu, and Xiaobo's tone gradually became serious: "Qiqi, for girls, the first thing is drugs, no matter if it's a so-called soft drug or not, no matter how nice it is, in fact There is no poison, in fact, it will not be addictive, and you can't drink it; the second is alcohol, you can't drink a drop."
"I know, you can drink with your parents at home, but not with these people."
Xiaobo patted my head like a puppy.
After Xiaobo vomited, although he was not feeling well, he still wanted to continue his business. I went to the squid and asked him to urge Xiaobo to take time to eat something. Xiaobo is not happy for me to stop the wine, but who cares if he is happy or not? After I said what I had to say, I turned around and left.
Holding the book, I squeezed out from the crowd. It was completely different from the last time. When everyone saw me, they took the initiative to give way. In the hall, the song "Like Fog, Like Rain and Like Wind" rang out again.
Ha ha…
You are like fog, rain and wind to me
Come and go, leaving only an empty space
You are like fog, rain and wind to me
Let my heart follow you
I quickly rushed out of the karaoke hall and stood on the street full of cars and people, feeling very confused and sad. Suddenly, I started to run and kept running along the street. After more than 20 minutes, I came to the river out of breath.
I stood by the river and listened to the rushing water of the river, and the moonlight sprinkled on the undulating water, jumping with silver light.