After school in the afternoon, Ji Rang went to the bookstore and bought a bunch of desserts and pastry cooking recipes.
It’s better to ask for yourself. Anyway, it’s a lifetime. It’s better to master this skill earlier and create a taste like this one and absolutely no branch. It’s much more reliable than buying others.
The big guy is determined to win.
National Day is after the monthly exam.
Of course, the first and second grades of high school will have holidays as usual, but Haiyi’s practice is that in addition to the winter and summer vacations, which are so missing, other statutory holidays must make up classes in the third year.
The senior high school students did not expect anymore. They did not expect that the teacher in charge of each class would notify them the day before the holiday. In response to the national policy and call, the school organized everyone to visit the Martyrs Memorial Hall on October 1st, and gathered at the school at 8 o'clock in the morning.
This time, the excitement of the senior year can be broken, and it is like a big bargain. Although it is not as easy and free as a holiday, it is worse than making up classes. Everyone regarded this event as an autumn trip.
Early the next morning, the senior high school students gathered at the school gate and took a bus to the Martyrs Memorial Hall. While in the car, the teacher in charge of each class gave each student a white chrysanthemum, and they would lay flowers in front of the martyrs monument.
The Martyrs Memorial Hall in Haicheng was built under the Martyrs Cemetery. The entrance is a very large square. On the square are huge monuments of martyrs, engraved with the names of martyrs, which are added every year.
After arriving at the square, the students went to the monument one by one to bow and lay flowers.
Ji Rang has been worried about Qi Ying since yesterday, for fear that she would be stimulated by seeing things and thinking about people. But she was nothing unusual after school yesterday. He left the ninth class just after getting off the bus and squeezed to the front to find Qi Ying.
She held a white chrysanthemum in her hand and stood beside Yue Li, her expression a little sad, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and she couldn't tell whether it was sad or not.
Liu Qinghua was standing next to the team. It was not easy for him to go over, so he just watched her silently beside him.
When it was Qi Ying's turn, she and a few other students walked forward together, carefully placed the flowers on the steps, bowed three times, and retreated from the side to the back row.
When I saw Ji Rang, my depression disappeared, with a little smile in his eyes. He secretly looked forward. Liu Qinghua didn't pay attention to this side. He smashed to Ji Rang two or three steps and asked him in a low voice: "How did you get here? Coming?"
He took out a strawberry candy from his pocket, smiled and handed it over: "Do you want it?"
She was a little happy, took the strawberry candy but didn't eat it, put it in the pocket of her school uniform, and said softly, "I will eat it later."
The team moved forward, and the teachers were maintaining order. Ji Rang could not stay here anymore. Looking at her smiling eyes, he whispered: "Wait for me at the entrance of the memorial hall for a while."
She nodded.
It is already an hour after all the students have offered flowers. The memorial hall is freely visited by the students. The teacher does not need to organize anymore. They only explain that they should not run around, make loud noises, and respect the place where heroes sleep.
When Ji Rang passed by, Qi Ying stood obediently at the entrance and waited for him.
The two went in together, and the hall was quiet and solemn, with only the footsteps and the low-pitched sounds of the students. The venue displays the deeds of the martyrs pioneers in six different periods from the Revolution of 1911 to reform and opening up and modernization. Their lives are recorded in reliefs, text, pictures, and videos.
Each of them gave their lives for the faith in their hearts, and then lived forever.
Many people have appeared in history books, and many people’s birth and death years are very close to the present. Every age needs such a hero, and every age has people who succeeded.
Qi Ying took it seriously.
In fact, many students couldn't bear such a boring visit. They only regarded it as an activity to review history and remember their predecessors. They swept it away and quickly went to the front.
She was the only one who looked at every line carefully, and fell at the end of the crowd.
Ji Rang has always been with her.
There were other visitors in the venue. There was a pair of parents with a child standing in front of a row of showcases. As they passed by, Qi Ying heard the child’s milky voice and said: "Uncle, I am coming to see you again. How have you been?"
She froze for a moment, and when she reacted, tears were already streaming out.
Ji Rang was so distressed that he pulled her hand over her palm, and coaxed her in a low voice: "Yingying, don't cry. If you're sad, we won't watch it."
She raised her head, looked at him blankly for a while, and shook her head for a long time. She said, "I'm not sad." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and her voice was soft and thin: "I just thought that Dad would be caught in the same way. People worry about it."
Some people will visit him and offer their hearts and flowers.
The staff of the memorial hall said that there are people here every day to worship, and there are always flowers in front of the martyrs' monument and the tombstone of the cemetery. They lie in the ground, but they have never been alone.
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After visiting the memorial hall, the school gave the students a half-day vacation very humanely, and classes resumed the next day.
This is their last vacation before the winter vacation.
The countdown calendar in front of the blackboard will be torn off every day. As time goes down, the pressure of study is getting heavier. Everyone is holding a string. Before the college entrance examination, this string can only be tightened and tightened. Off.
However, young people nowadays are busy taking their time to decompress themselves. With the advent of Christmas, each class doesn't know how to start the trend of weaving scarves.
Someone probably said that this is the last Christmas of your high school career. If you don’t weave a scarf for your crush, there will be no chance in the future.
The knitting balls in the commissary were swept away, and even the bookstores near the school smelled of business opportunities and started to buy knitting yarns for sale.
Not to be outdone, Yue Li, who was clumsy and clumsy, made a fight against wool after class every day. But she really can't learn it, and she still can't learn it from everywhere every day.
Qi Ying would not, seeing her embarrassed every day, went to learn with Yu He in the back row, and then came back to teach her hand in hand.
Yue Li was stunned: "Why! Why did you learn it in only ten minutes?! Is it so unfair for God to create humans?!"
Qi Ying laughed: "I know some embroidery, so it's easier to learn."
Yue Li cried: "Why do you know everything! And I am useless!"
However, with Qi Ying's hand-in-hand teaching, she finally figured out the rules, occasionally making the wrong stitches and Qi Ying can help her correct it, and the scarf has finally taken shape.
Yue Li was very happy. When she was happy, she hoped that the little sister would be happy too: "You also knit one for the big guy! I heard that a high school girl planned to knit a scarf for him to give it to him. You can't fall behind!"
Qi Ying didn't know why she was a little shy, and whispered, "I embroidered something else for him."
Yue Li was very curious: "What? Gloves? Socks? Sweaters?"
Qi Ying didn't tell her.
She didn't bring her to school, but secretly embroidered in her room every day.
Her embroiderer was taught by the mother who took care of her when she was in the General's Mansion. She doesn't know how to embroider things that are too big. The first thing she embroiders is a sachet.
In fact, in retrospect, the embroiderer of that sachet was really clumsy. There were fluffy thread on the embroidery, but when it was given to the general, he didn't dislike it at all, just hung it around his waist and never concealed it.
Later he was ordered to go on the expedition and accidentally lost the sachet. Qi Ying promised to embroider him again, and then worked hard to embroider, intending to embroider an excellent one this time, but the general sacrificed before she could do it.
After coming here, she never took the needle and thread again. The technique was a bit rusty. She often pierced her fingers, but she didn’t forget the general skills. She stumbled like this. When Christmas came, she embroidered another one just like before. The botched sachet came out.
It's really annoying.
I don't want to send it anymore.
On Christmas Day, Ji Rang waited to receive the scarf.
Just kidding, I heard that girls in all grades are knitting scarves, how could his baby be an exception.
For this reason, he specially wore a low-neck sweater that day, showing his slender neck, which looked very cold and needed the care of a scarf very much.
Early in the morning, all classrooms were filled with greeting cards and gifts. The boys who received the scarves were inevitably triumphant, and the girls who gave them out were also secretly happy.
Ji Rang waited all morning, feeling a bit cold in his neck.
After school at noon, he went to the second class to find Qi Ying. As soon as she passed by, she saw her walking down holding Yue Li, holding a pink gift bag in her arms, sneaking up like a thief.
When she saw him, Qi Ying only beckoned him, and whispered: "I will accompany Lili to give gifts, and you will eat by yourself."
Ji Rang: "..."
Yue Li's scarf was woven for Shen Yue.
While everyone was going to eat at noon, there was no one in the sports office, and the two of them quietly touched in. Yue Li put the gift bag with the scarf on Shen Yue's desk, feeling that his heart was about to jump out.
After the show, Qi Ying turned around and ran away, for fear of being hit by someone.
After running away, he asked out of breath, "Yingying, do you think he can wear it?"
Qi Ying was also unsure, but didn't want her good friend to be sad and comforted her: "It's so cold, he will definitely."
Yue Li was a little nervous and a little excited, and began to poke secretly, hoping that the scarf she had woven by herself would appear on Shen Yue's body. When school was over in the afternoon, I even went to the sports classroom to take a lap.
Shen Yue stood at the door and talked to a teacher, his neck was empty.
Yue Li was so sad that she almost cried, ran back to the classroom and sat down, not wanting to eat dinner.
When studying in the evening, a little snow suddenly fell from the sky. Only when the students near the window shouted excitedly, "It's snowing", the whole classroom was in a commotion, and they all leaned to the window to watch the snow.
The first snow of this year.
Qi Ying was also very happy, and ran with her classmates after class. The first snow this year was earlier than last year, and it happened to be Christmas again. Everyone was very happy.
She was holding snowflakes in her hands in the snow, her wrists were suddenly pulled, Qi Ying hadn't reacted yet, and she had been dragged by the aggressive boy to the wall behind the flowerbed and pressed it against the wall.
The boss showed a fierce look, as if he was about to kill: "Where's Lao Tzu's scarf!"
Qi Ying: "..."
No wonder he looked weirdly wrong today, it turned out to be because of this.
Qi Ying suddenly felt a little tempted to laugh, how could this person be like a child.
She pursed her lower lip, and whispered, "I don't have knitting."
Although he had already guessed the result, the boss still felt heartache. He poked a finger on her little head and was so angry that he could not speak: "You..."
Then I saw the little girl lower her head, took out something from the down jacket pocket in the school uniform, and handed it over with a little embarrassment: "I embroidered this for you."
Ji Rang was taken aback, looking at the one in her hand... like a sachet
As the saying goes, mountains and rivers are nowhere to be doubted, and there is another village in the dark, and the big man is a little dazed by this huge turning point.
If you remember correctly, the sachet used to be the meaning of "dealing love", right
The sachet is small and cute, and in the dark night flying snow, there is a light fragrance. His throat tightened, and it took him a long time to ask in a low voice, "Is this your embroidery?"
Qi Ying was a little embarrassed: "Well... it's not so good-looking, don't dislike it."
Ji Rang grabbed it: "Don't dislike it."
How can I dislike it! Others knit scarves, she embroidered sachets, his little baby is so different and extremely cute!
He held the sachet to the left and looked at the right and smelled it. He was usually calm and calm, and his eyebrows couldn't hide his smile at the moment, as if he had received some peerless treasure.
Qi Ying felt sweet in her heart.
After finishing the last night of self-study, the snow is already heavy.
Ji Rang usually takes her to the bus stop, but tonight he took her to the place where he parked his motorcycle and took out an embroidered bag from the trunk.
It's darker here. The bus doesn't go here, and students basically don't come here. Ji Rang handed her the bag, smiled and said, "Open it and take a look."
Qi Ying blinked and asked in a low voice, "Is it for me?"
He raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise?"
She was kind of happy.
Although I know it is a Christmas gift, it is snowing today, so it can be regarded as a gift for the first snow.
She finally received the first snow gift from him.
The bag looks like a piece of clothing.
Qi Ying took out the clothes inside curiously.
The red spread before her eyes.
It was a big red cloak, almost exactly the same as the one she wore back then.
At that time, she was wearing this red cloak waiting for him to go home for the New Year, but waiting for his coffin. She didn't know until now whether he would like her appearance in the red cloak.
The boy in front of him smiled so softly.
Qi Ying wanted to cry a little, she lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Why give this to me?"
Ji Rang reached out and took the cloak and put it on her, "I don't know." He said, "Seeing this, I think it should be yours."
He put a hat inlaid with white fluff on her head, tilted his head to appreciate it, and laughed: "It's so beautiful."