The photo of Jiang Hongshao appearing on Youth Day caused a stir among the students of No. 1 Middle School in the city. Many people did not care about the content of the event in the newspaper at all, but simply went to observe and comment on the girls' appearance.
Most of them sighed, "Rongcheng No. 10 Middle School, a top student in a perverted school, is quite pretty... I thought there weren't many good-looking students in this school..."
"You don't understand this, right? Although the base may not be as large as that of ordinary schools, and most of them may be too busy studying to dress up, it is often in places like Rongcheng No. 10 Middle School and No. 27 Middle School that it is even more rare to have a girl who is both beautiful and talented! Just like this... um, Jiang Hongshao."
"Yeah, I don't usually see so many people around..."
In an era when the Internet was not yet well developed, such waves were purer than the many complicated information that emerged in the information explosion of later generations.
The people who were most surprised, dazed and sighing were probably those who knew her from the old junior high school. Suddenly, this former classmate seemed to have reached a height that they looked up to.
When Liu Ying, Yao Beibei, Yang Xia and other children from the old Huatong compound meet, they often talk about this topic, but there are not too many surprises. Some people are excellent in themselves, and they are just the scenery in other places. Occasionally imagining each other's life will also make them feel fascinated.
Chengdu No. 10 Middle School is a key school. It is a platform or a window. It is normal for people from this school to participate in many youth activities in Chengdu and the province.
In their small city, even though Shanhai No. 1 Middle School is a provincial key school, it can never be compared with the provincial capital of Chengdu, which radiates the whole province. So when they saw Jiang Hongshao appear in newspapers and media, they were still happy for her. They were proud and proud as friends, but sometimes they would feel a little empty and melancholy. It might be a kind of touch that was increasingly distant due to the space and distance between them.
Once upon a time, their joys and sorrows were shared. Now, they have their own excitement here, and every day is full of joy and excitement. Midterm exams, art festival performances, each one left a deep impression. And Jiang Hongshao also has her own wonderful world.
The most dazzling friends live elsewhere, but their lives are still in this small city, their hometown that accompanies them as they grow and mature day by day.
The art festival performance of No. 1 High School is over after Christmas and the end of the year is approaching. Generally, everyone is in a panic during this period. The school does not organize unified activities on New Year's Day. At most, each class will make its own decision during the evening study on the eve of New Year and arrange class meetings and activities.
Some classes joined together to organize small activities, while others just sang songs and performed programs in the classroom. Generally, the atmosphere on New Year's Eve was very strong.
But there were also classes that did not have any festive atmosphere and still conducted classes as normal. Wang Qi sat upright on the podium of Class 6, overlooking the crowd. There was only the rustling sound of handwriting and outside there were sounds of laughter coming from some classes, but all of this was isolated from Class 6.
The whole class of Class 6 is doing a set of test questions, and everyone's face is filled with resentment...
After the evening study session, Song Shiqiu was called to the teacher's office. Wang Qi said with a serious face, "The specific time has been announced. The final exam of this semester will be on January 20th. Since the beginning of the semester, you have been working hard from beginning to end. On the other hand, Cheng Ran has been getting carried away with his success by starting a band and doing this and that... If we beat him this time, will you be the first in the grade?"
Song Shiqiu was very calm, and Wang Qi was quite satisfied with his steady temperament. He was like a snow leopard that was ready to avenge its previous shame. He was neither ostentatious nor violent, and the scars he had received became a kind of qualification and honor. He raised his sharp claws and approached his prey confidently and forcefully. This time, his attack was as powerful as thunder.
Song Shiqiu whispered, "Choose both... He got first place in the grade last time because he chose both. You can imagine how proud he is of himself when he writes a song like this."
Wang Qi said coldly, "Yes, I have been teaching for so many years, and I have never seen such a careless and shameless number one!"
Song Shiqiu frowned, "There were people like this in school before... I didn't always rank at the top. But, people who study with this attitude often don't even have their names on the first page of the final ranking list... I don't care about others, I'll just do my best."
Wang Qi's triangular eyes wrinkled and he laughed, "Yes, don't worry about these insignificant people. Your grades are your own. Do well in the exam and give it your best. I believe you can keep your mind steady, stay calm, consolidate what you have learned recently, and perfect it. That kind of student... How can I compare with you?"
Although Tan Qingchuan won a great victory in the first half of the term, the housing distribution has not yet been fully implemented. In these days, the school has its own land for collective housing construction. It obtains a land use certificate, applies to the higher authorities, finds a design unit to design the construction drawings, the staff representative meeting discusses the plan, the competent authority gives its opinion, the labor department verifies the personnel list, and the Municipal Housing Reform Office confirms that the project is qualified before issuing a collection notice. The problem is that the Housing Reform Office had objections to the design drawings. During the process of modifying the design drawings, the process was forcibly prolonged, resulting in the fact that the collection and fundraising process has not yet begun.
Since it has not reached this final step, there may not be no turning point. If Song Shiqiu can become the top scorer in the final exam this time, it will be more important than Cheng Ran's half-term score. As long as Song Shiqiu can surpass Cheng Ran, Wang Qi thinks there is still hope for the future...
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March 31st is a Wednesday.
On New Year's Eve, after evening self-study classes, crowds of students poured out of the brightly lit teaching buildings and dispersed to every corner of this small city.
At that time, New Year's Eve was not as elaborate as it is in later generations. Probably only in the most developed provincial capital, Chengdu, would students from various universities hit each other with inflatable hammers in the city center square. Every year, there would be violent fights, which were not serious, but the police would always be mobilized.
As for small cities like Shanhai, there are not many such activities. Most students have to attend classes and go home obediently after class. At most, there will be official fireworks on New Year's Eve, depending on the mood of the municipal government, like during the Spring Festival.
But there were occasional explosions of firecrackers on the road, and occasional noise on the way home from school. The fireworks on the road burst into sparks, adding a bit of the atmosphere of the approaching New Year to the cold air on New Year's Eve.
Cheng Ran looked at the young faces around him and saw that someone had thrown a cannon at the feet of the girls. The girls screamed and scattered in the explosion. Yao Beibei, Liu Ying and a group of girls rushed to the instigator in a rage, chasing him and shouting "I'm going to kill you!"
Those old low houses and the tangled antennas in the distance. The rising fireworks dyed the sky red, and also dyed the faces of Yang Xia and others around them who were shouting "Wow! Look, look!"
Those faces were frozen in time. If Cheng Ran had not seen this scene again, he would have almost forgotten that he had had such a moment before.
For most people who grew up here, it seems that every year at the end of the year is like this... They have gone through countless years like this in this small town. I once thought that the three years of high school were very long, as if they were the longest period of life, but in the blink of an eye, ten years later, twenty years later. I realized that the three years that I once thought were endless were just a few fragments and moments in my life.
And in the blink of an eye and the fleeting moments, it seemed as if countless three years had passed.
Where are those people who watched the fireworks with you on the streets of Ming and Qing Dynasty buildings twenty years ago now
Cheng Ran, who traveled back in time and space, seemed to have gained the right to be exempted from answering this question.
Those things that happened ten or twenty years later have nothing to do with him at this moment. No matter if people in the future have experienced hardships and compromised their edges, or if their hearts are full of holes and their faces are desolate... at this moment, they are still the young people here.
There is no need to envy the laughter of youth. There is no deep city and deep grass. Being in a prosperous metropolis, it feels like being alone in an isolated city.
The song "1997" came from the side street, "One hundred years ago, I watched you leave, one hundred years later, I look forward to your return... Calling you again and again, my 1997..."
Yang Xia, Yu Xiao and a group of other boys and girls talked about the very popular TV series "Love Century" starring Kimura Takuya and Matsu Takako, which was broadcasted by Fuji TV at the end of the year and was commented by many people in later generations as "there will never be another romantic drama in my eyes again".
The girls were addicted to the drama, and only the later Meteor Garden could rival it. Yao Beibei asked her mother to get a membership at the video rental store. On weekends, she would get the movie from the boss and ask a group of girls to watch it day and night. Yao Beibei was still beaming with joy, "In the first episode of Love Century, Matsu Takako cut Kimura Takuya's hair short. This cut almost cut off the hairstyle of half of the young men in Tokyo, because after the first episode was broadcast, almost all the young people in Tokyo had short hair like him!"
At this time, Kimura Takuya is indeed very popular in Asia. Looking at these girls with beaming joy, I wonder what their expressions will be when Kimura Takuya announces his marriage in two years.
Bang!
Fireworks bloomed in the sky.
Cheng Ran suddenly felt a little emotional. After being reborn, the past six months seemed to have come to an end.
This year has seen great movies, the death of great men, the return of a port city that witnessed history, the prophecy of the King of Terror, and many things that are about to change the world are in the making.
There was also a murder case in Shanhai City. He and a girl tracked a group of vicious criminals in the jungle of Shanhai City. He was admitted to the No. 1 High School, rescued Xie Houming, and mobilized his father Cheng Feiyang to reorganize and establish the Fulong Company.
In this city without as many high-rise buildings as in later generations, and without light pollution, it was the first and only time that people at the end of the century saw Comet Hale-Bopp.
The comet disappeared into the distance.
Just like life keeps moving forward without stopping.
On New Year's Eve, fireworks exploded in the sky and the occasional sound of firecrackers could be heard everywhere in the city.
These are the words that Cheng Ran wrote in his last letter to Chengdu at the end of the year.