Chengdu is a little colder than the mountains and sea. In the cold air, a group of buildings resembling Han Dynasty palaces and castles unfold within the ring road of the city center.
The palace building has blue glazed tiles on the top, the cement guardrails are painted with real stone paint, and red pillars run through the facade of the building, making it look simple and heavy.
At the four corners of this vast "castle" are ancient Han-style high-rise buildings, like watchtowers on the city walls. The towers are connected by flying corridors. The "city wall" is actually a connected building with a "U" structure. Countless classrooms are located inside it like beehives.
The courtyard of the palace is rated by world-class landscape designer Bodratz as a garden that has not been outdated for 400 years. The garden is dominated by ginkgo trees, supplemented by wintersweets, magnolias, pine trees, maples, rosewoods, and jacarandas... Flowers bloom in all seasons.
The sounds of the athletes’ march echoed throughout the complex.
A student walked through a tiled house with a history of hundreds of years, jumped down the bluestone steps, and bumped into a few people in front of the golden ground paved with ginkgo leaves. He chased the blue shadow with excitement on his face, "Jiang Hongshao just passed by!"
In this school, perhaps no matter how big the news is, it is not really news, but this name alone can arouse everyone's excitement.
A group of people got agitated. "Alone? How about pretending to meet by chance?"
"Looking for death..."
"I forgot that last time Wang Jianxi and Li Li from No. 27 Middle School came to discuss things, someone was planning to take advantage of her, but they were warned off by several groups of people? So what if they are from the military compound? Do they dare to cross the line?"
A group of people passed through the lush and shadowy trees and fell on the woman. The woman was standing by the red ancient school gate, which was usually used by CCTV to film this school. She was wearing a blue coat with her back exposed, standing alone.
There was a mailroom there, and she got a letter, opened it, and there was a photo inside.
Cheng Ran and Yu Xiao and others were riding bicycles on the Ring Road, and Yu Xiao took the photo. Cheng Ran was on the bicycle, making a shooting gesture to the camera that was exactly the same as hers.
Jiang Hongshao laughed, "How silly."
Then she paused. Sometimes like this, she would miss the many people and things in that city, and the good weather there.
Then put the photo in the letter.
"There's something strange!"
Someone who had carefully observed Jiang Hongshao's usual behavior whispered, "She is surrounded by celebrities wherever she goes. She has to attend an event next, but she sent everyone around her to the mailroom just to pick up a letter. The person sent her a photo... A man? A woman? What secrets?"
"Come on, you have a dog nose. Others just come here alone to get a letter, but you keep making all kinds of guesses. Are you digging three feet underground to dig up Yongling?"
"Hehe, if there's something unusual about someone you usually pay attention to, of course you'll notice it. Look... Zhu Xu is coming over here!"
The man walking over there named Zhu Xu was about 1.8 meters tall, with handsome features, wearing casual pants, sneakers, and a white jacket. When he walked past the teaching building just now, he attracted the attention of many girls who had a crush on him.
He saw the letter in Jiang Hongshao's hand, came up to her and said, "Hongshao, take the letter."
At the same time, her eyes swept over the envelope calmly, Jiang Hongshao withdrew her hand and put the letter back into her sweatshirt pocket.
"It seems like I often see you coming here alone to get the mail."
"Letters are personal items, and sometimes they need some privacy."
"That's right, popular people value privacy, unlike the rest of us who keep it secret every day. I wish we could have some privacy to shame us!" He is very good-looking and a talented person in the debate club. He speaks in a clear and mellow voice and is not without humor, so he is very popular.
However, Jiang Hongshao just smiled and said, "You are joking."
It's still very difficult to break through... Zhu Xu secretly clicked his tongue. In their circle that compares themselves to the "Skull and Bones Society", many people are actually betting on who can take down Jiang Hongshao first. Of course, the prerequisite is that the means must be clean and bright, and of course, it is impossible to use crooked means, otherwise it would be a dead end.
However, up to now, many people have been unable to display any abilities in front of her. Unlike ordinary girls, the chance of impressing the other party with her abilities is a little slim.
Zhu Xu stretched out a finger and pointed backwards, his movements casual, "By the way, your car is leaving soon, it's waiting for you at the main entrance, I'll come over to let you know."
"Ah, thank you." Jiang Hongshao ran through the woods like a gust of wind, passed under the eaves of the ancient tile-roofed houses, and went to the school square. There was a bus parked there, but it had already started. The bus door was open, and there were some students wearing blue clothes like Jiang Hongshao in the bus windows. The teacher in charge at the door was looking around anxiously, and when he saw her, he waved and welcomed her into the bus.
The bus started again and drove out of the school.
Just like those people in the school who were looking at the bus leaving, Zhu Xu was still savoring the lingering fragrance in the air and the inverted figure of Jiang Hongshao left on his retina. After a moment, he thought of the letter and his eyes flickered.
From Shanhai City...
Old classmates
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In a small city 600 kilometers southwest of Chengdu, the art festival performance of Shanhai No. 1 High School has begun.
The performance is held in the lecture hall and is sufficient for the first and second graders; the third graders do not participate in this show.
The stage had been prepared long ago. The student union and several teachers from the grade group made a large wreath, which was said to be brought from a vegetation planting base in Shanhai. It was full of fresh flowers and formed a circle on the curtain. This was the work of Yigao. Unlike many schools whose curtains were just made of colored cardboard with school logos and slogans, the stage construction was a bit more high-end.
The party started at 7:30, which gave students plenty of time to eat after school. When the time was announced, the students were in a state of panic. It would be even better if this kind of performance could be held during the afternoon class. However, as the evening self-study session at the end of the year is often very stressful, the school leaders decided to use it to hold the show after thorough research and consideration.
The art festival evening party of No. 1 High School was held quite grandly. Reporters from the city TV station came and recorded the whole process. Deputy Mayor Zhang Yongchun was present, accompanied by the principal Ma Weiguo, who then gave a speech before the performance began, praising the fine tradition of the annual art festival of No. 1 High School in the city.
The performance began in a warm atmosphere after the opening speech.
The first program was a chorus of "On the Fields of Hope", followed by an Indian dance. The dancers were from the school's "sweet" dance troupe, which was basically composed of girls in the second year of high school. The atmosphere was very lively for a while.
The performance hall was filled with freshmen and sophomores, but many of them drooled and commented, "This little waist is twisted... Tsk tsk..."
Then the teachers recited a poem titled "Standing on the Three-foot Podium". It was catchy and melodious. "In the three-foot lecture hall, I feel that the small mountains in the world are like hills, and I see the vast waters rushing in... Four spring breezes have made preparations, and several autumn rains have washed the gap. Helium, neon, argon, krypton, xenon, and radon, in my hands, turn into neon-like brilliance, and the molecular formulas of the elements are connected to form life, with inorganic and organic forms in various forms..."
After the recitation, there was a burst of warm applause and the atmosphere continued to be high.
The next program was jazz dance, and the school's high school instrumental orchestra played a joint instrumental performance of "Fishermen's Song at Dusk"...
There were also first-year high school programs, but it was obvious that there were more second-year high school programs overall, and the performance level was indeed higher. Ma Weiguo knew that Zhang Yongchun liked instrumental music, and when he looked at the deputy mayor, Zhang Yongchun kept nodding in appreciation, and Ma Weiguo was proud.
Yang Xia and her dance team came on stage afterwards. The girls were wearing waistcoats and white short skirts, showing off their slender figures. As soon as they appeared on stage, there were constant whistles in the lecture hall.
Ma Weiguo looked at Zhang Yongchun with a serious face. Zhang Yongchun clapped his hands and laughed, "It's okay, it's okay. Young students are the most energetic group! They are full of youth and this kind of style is very good!"
Then, to the music of "Wannabe", the hit single of the British Spice Girls, Yang Xia's girl group danced rhythmically. Even if a dance team may have different levels of skill, if there is a main dancer who can lead the team, it can still add a lot of points. Yang Xia is such a person. Many people watched her dance and thought that it is not easy for a girl who has been dancing since elementary school to go from being still to being dynamic. She is not only as agile as a rabbit, but also makes people's hearts beat like a group of rabbits jumping.
After the energetic performance, it still won unanimous applause. It was not as sensational as the first Indian dance performed by the second-year students, but at least it made the first-year students look good.
After Yang Xia's "Wannabe" was over, Cheng Ran and Qin Xizhen looked at each other in the audience, and they both saw the tension in their eyes. Their band Fifty Seven Degrees was about to come on stage.
People like him and Qin Xizhen, who were strong-willed, felt a little nervous as if they were being reviewed, not to mention Lin Chu and his group who had been trained from scratch and had no previous performance experience.
It might be bad...
When Cheng Ran was thinking about this, he saw Qin Xizhen looking at him. She nodded and said something to Cheng Ran, which was, "I believe you."
He selected and gave the band the songs.
This is simply a rhythm of passing the buck.
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