There are no words to describe what the students in the school saw on the playground at this moment.
Perhaps many years later, when someone recalls this, or one day when the Internet is well developed and information is exploding and they see news like the cultural murals making headlines, they will feel that that day in 1997 was as if the dimensional wall was torn open, with a white hole or a black hole, revealing things that transcend the times.
Everyone at that time can clearly remember Zhou Tao, the principal of the junior high school of No. 1 Middle School, who had always been a radical reformer and advocated that education should keep pace with the times. He had an expression on his face that almost made him kneel down. If it was just a blackboard wall, perhaps such an effect would not be shown.
But this is a cultural wall. The height of the layout alone is two meters. If it needs to be widened, the entire wall can probably extend the effective painting surface to the height of the white wall at two and a half meters. Of course, when students in ordinary classes build cultural walls, they will not make full use of the wall space. Most of them will only use the middle section of about one meter and two meters. After Cheng Ran painted all of it, the visual effect was eye-catching.
Seeing this whole page, all the students who participated in the cultural wall newspaper were petrified and confused... Such a piece of banner was placed at the school gate. In comparison, the nearly 100-meter cultural wall behind them was just a small thing. It may not be a big deal if you look at it alone, but when put together, it can be said that it is instantly overwhelmed... It's like a small hill facing a snowy mountain plateau...
On some of the cultural walls, there are articles written by students who have won awards for calligraphy in the city. They are very meticulously crafted, and the authors even have the hope of being selected and commended. But after such a comet picture is revealed, all that is unimportant. Who cares whether the calligraphy is timeless and beautiful, or whether the paper-cut layout is ingenious...
All the ingenuity was shattered into pieces.
Some people even wanted to complain and denounce, can we still run a proper blackboard newspaper... What did we do to offend anyone by running a blackboard newspaper, and you threw a nuclear bomb at the front of the line... Do you have any shame! This is not even a scheming bitch, it's simply a scheming as deep as the sea!
Seeing the violent commotion at the Cultural Wall Square, Cheng Ran frowned, wondering if he had gone too far...
I should have been more low-key earlier, but I can also blame Lao Jiang. When the cultural wall was being built, she helped out with all kinds of ideas and put herself on the spot... A large part of the result is her responsibility.
If the authors of the cultural walls of other classes who were "competing on the same stage" with him knew what Cheng Ran was thinking now, they would probably spit blood.
"By the way, what did you want to tell me just now?"
Liu Ying was brought back to reality by these words. Her confused eyes came back to life and she saw Jiang Hongshao turning around and asking her.
"Nothing... nothing." Liu Ying paused, and finally couldn't help but said, "This is the cultural wall that you and Cheng Ran made after school some time ago...?"
"It was painted by Cheng Ran, and I provided the paint." Jiang Hongshao said.
"Did he really draw this... You already knew... that he could draw like this..."
"I was a little skeptical at first, but it became more and more interesting later..." Jiang Hongshao looked at the wall and smiled, "It's a really nice painting, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's very good... very good..."
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“It must be fake… How is this possible… Cheng Ran could have drawn this…” In the crowd, Yao Beibei stared at the wall with her eyes wide open, not blinking for a moment. She also learned painting since she was a child, but in comparison, the paintings at home were inferior in terms of the sophistication of the brushwork… This was even more incredible than Cheng Ran being able to write that poem at that time.
Zhang Xiaojia reminded softly, "We saw it with our own eyes. Cheng Ran often went to the area behind the construction site after school..."
Yang Xia looked at Cheng Ran, who had just gotten down from the stool but had already been bombarded by everyone's gazes. Then her eyes slowly moved and rested on Jiang Hongshao over there.
This is... what he, Yu Xiao, and Jiang Hongshao had worked on together behind that piece of building board...
Imagine them discussing and deliberating together, and then drawing, bit by bit, this page that would later cause such a sensation in the whole school.
Suddenly, a strong emotion arose in Yang Xia's heart.
I can’t tell what it is… It seems like I feel a little envious… and a little unwilling.
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"Which class's work is this? Junior high school class 3-4, oh, Li Zhan, where's Li Zhan... Was this painted by a student in your class?" Zhou Tao said excitedly to the group of school leaders behind him.
Someone had already pushed Li Zhan out.
In fact, seeing the author, Zhang Ming, and Li Zhan, they were all equally surprised and doubtful. When Li Zhan came over, he looked at Cheng Ran under the cypress tree, then put on a humble expression and greeted Zhou Tao.
"Principal Zhou... our class is doing well, right?"
The head teachers from other grades all rolled their eyes at him, thinking in their hearts, "Look at the situation around you to see if you can do it. Don't you have an idea? Why are you so nervous?"
"You guys are making it hard for us to clean up the cultural wall of the school in the future..." Zhou Tao looked at it carefully, admired it, and pointed around, "It's a pity that it's just a cultural wall. I want to make a display window to protect it!"
At this time, it was clear that Cheng Ran was the author. Zhou Tao waved to Cheng Ran and said, "This little classmate must have won honors in painting before... Did he learn from a famous teacher?"
Although Zhou Tao is a native of Shanhai City, he graduated from Rongcheng University in the capital city a few years ago, and later worked in the education and cultural system. At that time, he had two choices: to continue to stay in Rongcheng and serve as the vice president of the Academy of Fine Arts, or to return to Shanhai City and serve as the principal of the junior high school department of No. 1 Middle School. Zhou Tao chose to return to his hometown Shanhai to work, which was quite famous at the time. In addition, he himself was considered a literati and had a lot of intersections with many local cultural and artistic celebrities. It can be said that he knew all the famous painters. Seeing that his students were so outstanding, it didn't seem like something he could figure out at first glance, so he subconsciously wanted to ask where his teacher was.
"Uh... I haven't won any awards, nor have I learned from anyone..." Cheng Ran told the truth.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment. Perhaps the student didn't tell the truth. For a mature principal like Zhou Tao, pretending to be deaf and dumb is often a skill. He simply ignored the question, as if he had never asked that question, and said kindly, "Take a photo with us..."
After taking the group photo, the bell rang and everyone returned to the classroom one after another. The noise here finally calmed down.
Finally, the only people left on the tree-lined avenue were the men and women in suits and skirts from the school leadership group.
Zhou Tao turned around and said to everyone, "I have a feeling this work will work..."
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After that, people saw that the school's logistics construction team quickly built a shed above Cheng Ran's wall. Although it was very simple, it could at least protect the wall from being damaged by rain in the short term.
Later, students who had not seen the picture after the flag-raising ceremony would go to the square to watch it in their free time as the word spread. As a result, there were always thick layers of people surrounding the square during almost every break and free time in physical education class.
The next day, the selection team from the Municipal Propaganda Department arrived and accompanied the school leaders on the inspection, but that’s another story.
That night, many students who had seen the cultural wall that day, no matter where they were in the city, which courtyards or buildings they lived in, all came to their own balconies or to open air places where they could see the starry night and looked up at the light track above their heads.
Including Liu Ying, Zhang Xiaojia, Yao Beibei... and of course, also including Yang Xia, who finished her homework, left the desk, put on a light coat, and went straight to the roof of the apartment building.
The bright light in the sky is so dazzling. The comet has its own orbit and continues its journey.
And Yang Xia felt that this was exactly the life of each of them...
The person who amazed the whole school today... maybe he has talents that have never been displayed and have been ignored since he was a child... But this is precisely the most regrettable aspect... Because today's exam-oriented education that judges people by their grades will not care about your outstanding personal talents. In the end, only the scores in the main subjects will determine your success or failure, and decide your fate and whether you will stay or go.
Yang Xia was aiming for No. 1 Middle School.
And Cheng Ran's trajectory will eventually deviate... and fall...
In fact, Cheng Ran was also looking at the sky on his balcony.
He was actually also recalling the picture he had drawn today. Many years later in his previous life, he had thought about how he could preserve the emotions, the beautiful years and the beautiful things he had felt when he saw the Hale-Bopp Comet.
In fact, there is no way to keep it.
All the best things will only exist in memories, and what is stored there forever are things that are gone and can never be returned.
The paintings on the cultural wall are his own way of remembering and recording the scenery and life that he once missed but can encounter again today.
If there is no way to keep it, then please make it more splendid, more brilliant, and experience it again with the person who left a deep impression on you.
He rested his right hand on the iron steel pipe guardrail, curled his fingers, and tapped the guardrail rhythmically.
At the same time, he was humming a ballad with a melodious tune.
“In a small town…
As time goes by…
The courage of clarity...
Washed memories...
I remember you...
Live with pride... "
Well, that light came in 800 AD, when the Roman Emperor Charlemagne was crowned and unified Europe.
In the year 960 when that light was shining, Zhao Kuangyin launched a military coup at Chenqiao, proclaimed himself emperor, and named his country "Song". This marked the beginning of an era in ancient Chinese science and culture that was the most brilliant, yet also the most heartbreaking and full of obscure aftertastes.
In 1095 AD, when the light approached, Pope Urban II delivered a speech at the Council of Clermont, which marked the beginning of the eight Crusades that lasted for two hundred years.
In 1519 AD, when the light was approaching, Magellan set out to sail around the world.
In 1972, when the light approached, Newton discovered the law of universal gravitation, laying the foundation for modern science.
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That light came in the year 1997.
He Cheng Ran...
Reborn into this world.
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