The opening ceremony was a speech from the "eternal and unchanging" principal, and the manuscript like a panacea can be passed down from generation to generation. Then came the speech of the student representative, and then the speech of the representative of the student's parents. The speaker was a short man in a suit of 37 to 70. He was the vice president of the Bank of China Linan Branch, listening to the discussion in the front row.
Taking advantage of the collective applause, Zheng Siqi helped Zheng Yu to tie the loose ponytail. Due to their young age, students in grades 1 to 3 do not have many competition events. Most of them are fun events such as water-filled relays, foot-binding cooperative races, or back-to-back ball movement. They are extremely dangerous. The competitive events of Zhenger 800 have to be supported by parents.
Xiao Wuzi reported the collaborative running and kangaroo jumping relay, while Zheng Yu reported kicking the shuttlecock.
In order to jump up neatly and not slap in the face, Zheng Yu had to abandon the long-loved double ponytail and replace it with a playful single braid.
The happy march buzzed in her ears, Zheng Siqi focused on holding Zheng Yu between her legs, and carefully wrapped the rubber band around her head. The hair on the temples was tightened, and Sheng pulled Zheng Yu out of the hanging eyes, Zheng Yu screamed "ah" in pain, and Xiao Wuzi frowned as if he felt the same way, and pinched his palm.
Zheng Siqi knew that she was in pain, so her palms could not help loosening, and most of the silky hair was dripping from her palms again.
"Take a rest." Qiao Fengtiansong stretched his chin hand, but couldn't see it, "I'll tie it."
"Come on." Zheng Siqi, as if granted a pardon, grabbed Zheng Yu's shoulders and shoved him into Qiao Fengtian's arms, "She has a small comb in her bag, or is it?"
"No." Qiao Fengtian said firmly.
The technique of tying hair and making hair is the basic foundation of vocational high school courses. There are not many opportunities to practice hands, and they have been born in so many years.
Zheng Siqi saw that his white fingers, which were still covered with red spots, were slightly open, passing over the top of Zheng Yu's hair, and a layer of thick black hair covering the top of his head was immediately divided into four evenly divided strands. The left hand pinched the end of the hair in the palm of his hand and stroked it. By analogy of the techniques in turn, he grasped Shen Shen's dark ponytail in his hand with only one hand, without any mess or mentioning, and there are still light lines combed by the fingertips in the hair.
In addition to dancing and writing, Zheng Siqi realized that some people's daily movements can also be described as elegant and beautiful.
When tying the rubber band, Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and put his head in Zheng Yu's ear and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it's much more comfortable than Dad!" Zheng Yu rubbed her ears, slipped her hands up the top of her head restlessly, and stroked Qiao Fengtian's cold hands, "It's just that my uncle's hands are so cold, and it's spring. It's so cold."
Qiao Fengtian laughed, while Zheng Siqi was extremely embarrassed.
Linan Affiliated Junior School divided the track and field with a 400-meter runway into four competitive areas. The students from grades 1 to 3 were ready to prepare clothing number plates, and three physical education teachers led the group to the sand dunes in the southeast corner.
The participating parents were organized into a mighty team by teachers with steel whistle and armbands and took them to the sunshade in the northeast. There are two teachers on duty under the shed, fanning small fans in their hands, asking parents to sign and register one by one, and issue a number plate, a small pin and a can of mineral water.
The sun was shining directly, Zheng Siqi took off his coat and put it in the crook of his arm, holding the number plate and smiling at Qiao Fengtian who was bowing his head to sign, "It feels like a World War II refugee camp."
Qiao Fengtian put the pen down, and shook the non-woven fabric in his hand that read 1316, "The refugee camp can't afford Nongfu Spring, so you can only get a scoop of muddy water."
The 50-meter sprint event is the first to be carried out, and it is not so exhausting. Parents of students who did not participate in the project stood in two rows by the way, looking at the different heights at the starting point, several parents squatted down to support the ground in order of number, and the soles of their feet were pressed on the running aid.
Zheng Siqi stretched his hand behind his back and pulled Qiao Fengtian, who was firmly blocked by the noisy human wall, to his front, "See?"
"almost… "
Qiao Fengtian was cramped for a while and wanted to stand forward - too close. It was so close that Zheng Siqi's chin was almost on top of his head, and his chest was touching his back.
Qiao Fengtian cleared his throat and took a step forward. Immediately, a loud whistle sounded from the starting point. The referee who raised the starting gun was standing on the high observation deck with sunglasses, and four fingers pointed at Qiao Fengtian to signal him to go. Afterwards, "That parent! Please don't stand outside the white line."
"sorry."
Busy took another step back, withdrew under Zheng Siqi's chin, and stood upright like a small poplar.
"Hey, don't you be nervous?" Zheng Siqi's low laughter came from above his head.
Qiao Fengtian was startled by the agitation in the chest on his back, "Huh?"
"I said, I'll stand back, don't stick to you, don't be nervous."
"… "
The first place in the 50-meter sprint was the vice president who spoke. I don't know whether it was the person with short legs who fell fast, or the person who was born with athletic genes, and was nearly two seconds ahead of the tall and thin male parent.
Qiao Fengtian helped Zheng Siqi to hold the number plate on his back, and whispered, "I really can't tell, the vice president who counts the money runs faster than the little thief who robs the money."
Zheng Siqi laughed so much that his shoulders trembled, "You're using this comparison too accurately." He stood up straighter and said, "Actually, you can tell by looking at the shape of that person's legs, long in the gym, running fast is not surprising, posture Very professional too.”
"Listen to what you mean, do you often go there too?" Qiao Fengtian flattened the non-woven fabric, stroked Zheng Siqi's shirt, and reluctantly used a pin to poke a hole in such a fine piece of clothing.
"I got the annual card, and it's really hard to go once a week. No one is so diligent, so I'm lazy." Feeling that Qiao Fengtian was hesitating, he didn't move for a long time, so he laughed again, "You can poke, it's alright, really, Don't let it go."
Qiao Fengtian frowned, and quickly put an eye on his clothes, "Do you have eyes behind your back?"
"Said it was a prophet."
Qiao Fengtian hooked his mouth and did not speak.
The sun rises to the apex of direct sunlight. The 400-meter relay race was arranged after the high jump competition. Most of the student events in the morning session were over, and the crowd was even more crowded. There are eight classes in grades one to three. One class has four participating parents, and four classes have one competition group. The competition is divided into two competitions. In the end, the winning two groups were judged to be the champions and Asians through the 400-meter running speed under the fouls that they did not steal the stick.
Zheng Siqi pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing half of his lean forearm. He ranked third, behind the two matriarchs, and before Qiao Fengtian.
Qiao Fengtian was also extremely puzzled as to why he became the last stick for no reason. He tilted his head and saw that the next door was the vice president who ran faster than a rabbit.
Qiao Fengtian raised his hand to look at the distant end point, and then looked back at Zheng Siqi, who was standing 100 meters away pushing his glasses. He squatted down and started to stretch, and his calf became tense and soft for no reason. This time, it was Cheng Ye. myself, I lost myself.
"Uncle!"
"Uncle Joe!"
Qiao Fengtian tilted his head and saw a wheat-colored head emerge from the crowd, with a thin layer of red crawling on his cheeks, soaked with beads of sweat. Xiao Wuzi was holding Zheng Yu, whose face was flushed, with a half-headed head in his hand. The two of them each held a certificate in their hands and waved at him.
Qiao Fengtian turned his wrist, put his index finger on his mouth, and pointed back quickly, "Uncle Zheng is behind, take Zaoer over there to see, there are few people."
Don't stare at me here, stare at me nervously.
When the preparatory whistle blew, the big man ran to a sudden silence for a moment. The sharp and crisp sound of the starting gun in the referee's hand pierced the sky above the runway, and a wisp of cyan smoke appeared, and the crowd immediately burst out. Cheering and cheering in different tones and different targets.
The first run of the third class of the year didn't start very fast, even about a second slower, Qiao Fengtian couldn't see clearly, he could only put his hand on his forehead and look at the four small dots of different colors moving in the distance. The big red hoodie is the first runway, and temporarily ranks third among the four.
Qiao Fengtian stomped one foot nervously.
When taking over the baton, he hesitated. The matriarch of the second baton actually took time to think about whether it was better for me to be in time or to hold the head of the wooden stick. Zhong Yi was delayed, and saw that the other three roads rushed out two meters.
Qiao Fengtian took a breath, squeezed his fist and bit his mouth.
Seeing that the stick was gradually approaching, Zheng Siqi brushed his forehead hair behind his head with his fingers, revealing a smooth forehead, and pushed the glasses against the mountain root, making sure that the glasses were firmly clamped to the bridge of his nose. He grabbed the trousers on his knees and lifted the trousers up.
The second stick was about five meters away from him. Zheng Siqi bowed his waist and ran forward. Panting anxiously, he handed the stick forward. As soon as his hand was released, the baton landed firmly in Zheng Siqi's palm. Zheng Siqi was the third to take over the baton, and the time and place were obviously not in contact with each other, but the handover and starting posture were obviously the most accurate.
When we got to him, the shouting was clearly intensified.
From Qiao Fengtian's direction, Zheng Siqi was faster than he expected. Like a feather arrow that slackens the bow after it is fully drawn, without taking the premise of taking the baton, it also relies on the acquired advantage of long hands and long legs, and easily throws off a few not short distances next door. He didn't see how straining it was when he swung his legs and arms in the wind, and the wind blew his clothes up and the hem of his clothes fluttered.
Only he wears white for this stick, and it looks very bright and pleasing to the eye.
The third class a year suddenly shouted extremely loudly. Qiao Fengtian listened nervously in each of his ears, and he seemed to hear Zheng Yu's thin throat shouting.
Qiao Fengtian was so nervous that he couldn't swallow his saliva, his hands tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened. He stood stunned, seeing Zheng Siqi's brows gradually becoming clear in the sunlight, and his slightly rapid breathing seemed to be clear in his ears. He seemed to be staring at him under the clear glasses.
Qiao Fengtian was stunned, seeing Zheng Siqi's mouth slightly open, and then made a clear mouth shape to him.
"Prepare."
Only then did he react, he turned around, bowed his waist, and took a deep breath.
When taking over the baton, Zheng Siqi brought a warm airflow. In the air, the smell of the light softener on his clothes was accidentally mixed, and it was fermenting in the warmth. Qiao Fengtian pursed his mouth tightly, and when his hand reached the back to take the baton, their fingertips collided suddenly and unconsciously.
The other party's is strangely warm, but his own is very cold, and it doesn't seem like they are in the same season.
"Throw away so much."
Before Qiao Fengtian rushed out of the handover area, he heard a whisper in his ear, because of the rapid breathing, it didn't sound as calm and slow as usual.
"Don't be nervous, just run slowly."