Sweet Green Plum Cultivation Program

Chapter 72 Yesterday ([-])

The auditorium was full at the moment, and more than 1000 senior high school students who were about to leave were sitting in the auditorium.

On the stage, lights and shadows staggered, and various programs and tricks emerged one after another.

Qiao Xinwu, who was sitting in the front row, watched the show on stage expressionlessly, without any change in her eyes, calm and calm.

About an hour passed, and the art festival came to an end. The host walked onto the stage stepping on high heels from the side, and announced the curtain with a smile: "Next, please enjoy today's last program, which is brought to us by students from class seven. Chorus "Remembrance"!"

The host stepped down, and the red curtain slowly closed.After a while, the curtain opened slowly amidst applause.

This song has suddenly become popular in the past few years. Everyone is familiar with it. The content of the lyrics is also about graduation, so it fits the occasion.

It's just that this song is really not suitable for chorus, and the effect is just like that. After singing in a hurry, the people on the stage are perfunctory, and the people in the audience are not affected at all, and the expressions of each one are very dull.

During the curtain call, Zhou Luo glanced at Qiao Xinwu's seat - it was already empty.

……

After all the programs are finished, the art festival comes to an end.

Everyone returned to the backstage, but they heard that the art festival was not over yet, and there was still a final highlight.

Everyone was curious, and opened a small gap in the curtain, and saw the principal walking onto the stage.

The headmaster wore a very formal suit and tie today, and his hair seemed to be waxed. He had never seen him like this on the day he entered the freshman year of high school.

It can be seen that he attaches great importance to this graduation farewell party.

He walked to the center of the stage, took the microphone from the host, but was in no hurry to speak.His eyes wandered over the more than 1000 teachers and students sitting in the audience, as if he wanted to remember each of them.

After a long silence, he spoke slowly, "Today is ten days before the college entrance examination, and it is the last ten days of the third grade at school."

"I don't know if you still remember the first day you came to Changhe. You walked around the campus with luggage in your hands and smiles on your faces."

His voice just fell.

The big screen on the stage suddenly lit up, and photos slowly appeared on it, fading in and out.

I don't know who played "Remembrance" again in the background, and the melodious prelude echoed in the auditorium.

The headmaster's voice was not loud, but it was very contagious, as if it brought everyone's memories back to that year.

"I think that everyone at that time must have come here with a passion, and wanted to work hard here for three years to fight a bloody road for their future."

At this time, the song just played to the first sentence——

"Three years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

The principal's speech continued with the singing.

"The college entrance examination is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. Every inch of gain or loss in the examination room is exchanged for life."

"Maybe in the future when you go out of this land and take the test to the north and south, you will see more scenery, meet more people, and eat meals that are [-] times better than the cafeteria.

But the blue sky that can be seen as soon as you look up on the high school campus, the sunset outside the window that I didn’t have time to record, the noisy but always quarreling good friends, the sometimes serious but always caring teacher, the cafeteria food that I complained to my friends ... They are all unique and unique that you will never meet again in your life. "

"—a piece of paper at the foot
Too late to pick it up..."

The headmaster's voice pierced through the music and clearly fell on everyone's hearts: "Today's art festival held in early summer is to tell you."

"Changhe, will always be your home!"

"Copying homework while pressing the textbook

Take a look in the examination room

Thinking about it now, don't you feel very kind..."

People behind the scenes peeked out from the cracks in the curtain, and many students in the audience were quietly wiping their tears with their sleeves.

"Now, all teachers and students in the third year of high school are invited to stand up, we have prepared a gift for you."

The voice and music stopped together, and all the lights in the auditorium were suddenly turned off.

There was a sound from the small doors around the auditorium, and the door was slowly opened from behind.

Light sources come on from all directions.

Someone came in pushing cake carts one by one, and the candles on the cake flickered, reflecting on the students' cheeks.

The tears in their eyes were reflected very clearly.

"The cake was specially customized by the school. Everyone's name was written on it. It was written by your dear class parents. It will be distributed to each class later, and everyone will take the cake with their own name."

"I ate Changhe's cake, I wish everyone can be named on the gold list, and have a bright future!"

"I hope that after graduation, everyone will remember to go home often!" After saying this, the principal on the stage immediately looked at the teachers and students with tears in his eyes.

The applause sounded like thunder, and Zhou Luo and others watched this scene in the background and were deeply shocked.

It is said that the leadership and discipline are strict, and the exam-oriented education is very obvious.But at this moment, they only feel Changhe's warmth and love here.

The background music and applause were intertwined continuously, but it still couldn't hide the intermittent weeping hidden under the applause and music.

Someone started humming along with the music, and the applause slowly slowed down to a rhythmic beat.

"I just want to hold the fleeting time

say goodbye well

Sorry, thank you, I can't go back to yesterday
I just want to remember this moment
The light years we have traveled together..."

In June, light years, Cheng Memorial.

This art festival finally ended perfectly in the chorus of teachers and students in the third grade of senior high school, in the tears that kept rolling down and the eyes that were hazy with tears.

There were thousands of people in the audience and one person on the stage, all of whom had tears in their eyes.

They laugh, they cry.

Perhaps, the end of this moment is not just an art festival, but also the youth of a group of people.

Then let us go to the next journey with a smile, hug the friends at this station, and say goodbye.

In the future, we will still think of a certain moment in these three years. As time goes by, many details will eventually be forgotten by people, but youth means never regretting meeting everyone.

Sorry, thank you, I can't go back to yesterday.

　It will be on the shelves tomorrow, and I hope you will support me a lot.

　　My family, please vote, I think you all don't love me lately woo woo woo

　　
　
(End of this chapter)