June is our farewell song

Chapter 5 New Members and Emotional Column
"Sigh——I gave up, Qi Yu, and I'm counting on you this time too."

In the activity room of the literature club, Gu Yuan finally lowered his head facing the drawing board in his hand. In the past ten years of his life, there are two things that he has never been able to conquer, one of which is painting.

"Huh - what is this drawing of yours?" Qi Yu turned his head and took a look, his brows, eyes and nose immediately wrinkled, "Are you the reincarnation of Picasso?"

In front of the two of them was a portrait with dislocated facial features, because the homework of this art class was to draw a self-portrait for himself, but Gu Yuan could not control the direction of the lines drawn by the brush in his hand despite his efforts, as if The paintbrush has its own ideas. When it should turn left, it must turn to the right, and when it should go up, it must shake down. It is simply a rebellious child.

"...Whatever, I will leave the homework to you this time." Gu Yuan folded his hands together and bowed his head to Qi Yu.

"To be honest, to be able to draw such a ghost, to a certain extent, you are also very talented..." Qi Yu changed hands and threw the picture of the abstract painting into the wastebasket , "Okay, it's on me."

"Eh? Why did you agree so simply this time? You completely lost the demeanor of the extortionist before, and suddenly changed your sex?"

Qi Yu squinted his eyes and said, "Oh? What, you want to pay tribute?"

"No, no." Gu Yuan waved his hand immediately, he was still thinking about the 3A masterpiece that will be launched on Steam, at this time, it is a little bit to save a little.

"Tch, don't worry. I'm on a diet recently, and I'm not interested in snacks." Qi Yu curled his lips and gently tossed his hair. It was only then that Gu Yuan noticed that Qi Yu, who never liked to dress up with a plain face, actually wore She wore a small pink hairpin, which shone brightly in the sun.

Combined with the plain gauze dress this guy is wearing today, and the pair of small leather shoes that are obviously carefully selected, does she have some little thoughts of her own?
"Hey, what are you doing?"

"...No...it's nothing." Gu Yuan immediately looked away. In his eyes, Qi Yu was just a strange creature without gender. Conversely, he was the same in Qi Yu's eyes, no matter how Qi Yu dressed. , has nothing to do with him.

"Speaking of which, how are you and Chi Yu doing?"

"There is no progress. After I added friends, I hardly talked to each other." Gu Yuan recalled that on Saturday night, after entering the string of numbers in the search bar with anxiety, he hesitated at the avatar bar that popped up. Do you want to click on the scene.Then I remembered the line "We are already friends, let's chat together." Below, the good morning I sent a few hours after dawn, and the word "Morning" that Chi Yu replied half an hour later .

"Alas—" Gu Yuan really wanted to slap his self from the night before yesterday to death.

"Is that so... that's kind of weird..."

A trace of doubt flashed in Qi Yu's eyes, Gu Yuan was about to ask something, but at this moment Jiang Zifeng opened the door and walked in.

"Huh, you guys are already here, it's very early."

"Sister Zifeng." Qi Yu and Gu Yuan greeted her together. Jiang Zifeng changed her outfit today. She wore a long indigo skirt with a yellow vest and a white shirt inside. Her long hair was tied into a single waist-length ponytail, and her hands were folded across her chest, holding a blue cardboard pad.

"I called you here today mainly because of the new column." Jiang Zifeng opened the chair in the middle of the window and sat down. It was her exclusive seat. She seemed to like the feeling of the sun shining on her back, "For To meet the needs of the majority of students, the Moral Education Office decided to let us open a new column on the basis of the annual school magazine, except for the limited funds, there are almost no requirements, and the degree of freedom is very high."

Gu Yuan bit his lip lightly, no wonder Jiang Zifeng came to the classroom to find them this morning and asked them to come to the activity room after the afternoon class. It turned out that there was a task to be assigned, but the new column...

"New column? What is it about?" Qi Yu asked.

"Because Mr. Chen Ge is going to cooperate with the Psychology Society, the direction of this new column is tentatively designated as an emotional column."

"Emotional column? Hey, although the school does not prohibit dating, and the school leaders have always turned a blind eye to student couples, but setting up an emotional column directly, isn't it a little too jumpy?"

Hearing Jiang Zifeng's words, Gu Yuan couldn't help being stunned for a moment, this is too brave, no matter what, the general environment of this country still doesn't support high school students falling in love.

"Who told you that the emotional column must be about love issues?"

A heavy object suddenly came down on Gu Yuan's shoulder. He turned his head and bumped into Teacher Chen Ge's face. He was startled. Damn it, when did he come in?

Gu Yuan couldn't help recalling the words this man said here last time - "You will gradually get used to me being everywhere."

The young man put one arm on his shoulder and Qi Yu's on the other, and looked at a piece of paper slowly falling from the sky on the table with a smile on his face: "Give me a good look, the request of the column."

"Have you ever had any of the following behaviors? Going to school and work day after day, when something happens to you, you struggle fiercely in your heart, and you can't tell why at the end. In your spare time, you will recall your childhood and the past, and you will laugh at yourself when you are done recalling the past. I am naive, but I can only sigh at the powerlessness in front of me. When I meet someone or something I like in daily life, I am reluctant to take the initiative and fight for it. When I am alone, I also yearn for some beautiful things, but in the end I always feel very far away and give up.

"If you have, welcome to contribute, we will do our best to help you get out of the predicament. The new column of Rushan Literature Society: Huzhong Riyue is now sincerely calling for contributions from all Nanhua High School students and teachers."

"……Forehead"

Gu Yuan and Qi Yu fell silent at the same time.

The scope does not only include the emotional issues of love, but... Where does it all go?
"It took me a lot of brains to get the Moral Education Department to approve the opening of the emotional column. Work hard and try to make it a permanent column." Chen Ge patted the shoulders of the two of them, then turned to the door of the activity room Walking over, he picked up the mug that was placed on the mahogany desk at the door, and took a sip calmly, "I still have a meeting, so let's go first. Jiang Zifeng, I'll leave it to you."

"Okay, Teacher Chen Ge." Jiang Zifeng tapped the table lightly with her index knuckles, drawing the attention of Gu Yuan and Qi Yu who were a little dazed back to her, "In order to keep this column going, In the next three months of this semester, we must collect enough manuscripts, and if it cannot be published, then the plan for this column can only be forced to stop."

"Just stop..."

Before Gu Yuan could say anything, Jiang Zifeng's next sentence blocked his mouth: "However, I will not allow such a thing to happen, so if the deadline is reached, which is the day of the December [-] Art Festival , if you haven’t collected ten manuscripts with no less than [-] words, then you can only finish the rest by yourself.”

"Huh? Do it yourself?"

"Well, no one has submitted a manuscript, so I have to let you write it yourself."

"Two people, ten manuscripts, one with [-] words..." Gu Yuan snapped his fingers, his heart skipping a beat.

"It's not just the two of you, one of the new members who joined through the interview last time will be transferred to your task force, and the rest will prepare the school magazine with me," Jiang Zifeng smiled softly, "If you have any questions, you can contact me at any time ask me."

"New member?"

Gu Yuan blinked. The interview process last time can be said to be terrible. Although there are many people who even Gu Yuan thinks are very good, under the aggressive serial questioning by Teacher Chen Ge and Senior Sister Jiang Zifeng, more than 20 people who came In the end, only three newcomers who were interviewed successfully passed the test. They were Feng Ziqiu who was in the same class as them, Liu Qingsi who was in class [-] with Chi Yu, and Chen Ying who was in class [-].

Feng Ziqiu and Liu Qingsi were able to pass the interview, Gu Yuan was not surprised, because Feng Ziqiu had a different kind of attachment to poetry, he had read a lot of ancient and modern poetry collections, and he was well-educated, while Liu Qingsi was well-known in the city when he was in junior high school. It would be a strange thing if such a person could not pass the interview of the literature club.

However, Chen Ying was able to pass, which surprised Gu Yuan. She was neither Feng Ziqiu's poetry addict, nor Liu Qingsi who was able to write "The pillow is full of moldy dreams, and the dream lives in the dream" at the age of 13. full of lives you can't have".

She is not a talented student like them who was recruited into the best high school in the city without taking the high school entrance examination, nor is she a hard-working elite who has been screened out after 20 days of repeated examinations. She is just a person who is not very attractive in all aspects. ordinary people.

However, she responded fluently to the repeated questions from Teacher Chen Ge and Senior Sister Jiang Zifeng, and showed a high enthusiasm for writing.

Gu Yuan remembered that when Chen Ying stated her dream of being a writer, her eyes were bright.

"Well, Ziqiu will assist you to collect materials." Jiang Zifeng smiled slightly, and turned to Qi Yu, "Xiao Yu, do you have any objections?"

"No." Qi Yu nodded quickly like a sparrow.

"That's good, Gu Yuan and you."

"I do not have either."

"Okay, it's almost time, you can go." Jiang Zifeng leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair. The breeze gently blew the strands of black hair floating on her forehead. Not far behind her was the lively playground, the football field The basketball track was full of men and women chasing each other, and there was a warm and noisy voice, "Hurry up, I wish you good luck."

(End of this chapter)