The artistic rebirth of engineering women

Chapter 119 Thank You
During the competition, because there were two students who were reciting, their ladders were not placed in the middle of the stage.

After the performance of the previous class, all the lights were dimmed.The students who were in charge of the props moved the steps to the designated place, placed several vertical microphones, and then moved the piano to the stage. They also stood on the stage in an orderly manner.

The performance officially begins.

The heavy bells reverberating in the auditorium are more solemn and solemn, like the sound of dusk, or the horn of the end of dawn.

"At the end of the distant history..." A beam of chasing light hits the stage, and a depressed male voice seems to come from the sky, telling the vicissitudes of 5000 years.

"The east is red, the sun is rising." The chorus began.

As the singing part unfolded, gradually, gradually, the lights on the stage brightened and the rhythm became brisk.A round of red sun broke free from the horizon, rose slowly, and emitted dazzling light, illuminating the entire land.

The last chorus is completed in the recitation.However, the voice of recitation did not stop, and the story continued to be written.

During their performance, the audience in the entire auditorium was silent.It wasn't until they finished the curtain call that thunderous applause sounded neatly and resounded throughout the venue.

The atmosphere of the venue was so enthusiastic that there was nothing to add.

When the results were announced, they won the first place as expected.

When accepting the award as a representative, Yue Wenjing was very excited.After all, although she is not the main planner, she has made a lot of efforts, especially, she even opened a small fire for someone.

There is nothing more gratifying than the recognition of the results of hard work.

"Squad leader!" Yue Wenjing was suddenly stopped at the school gate.

She has a bad habit when she walks.Because her eyesight was broken before, and she was not used to wearing glasses, so she usually didn't recognize people on the road.Now, although her eyesight is not bad, she has formed a helpless habit. If no one takes the initiative to say hello, she usually just ignores it.

Following the prestige, Feng Yue waved his hand vigorously at her, with the other hand hanging by his side, holding a gift bag in his hand.

If I remember correctly, just like in the previous life, this person lives in the school.He didn't have a schoolbag on his back, and even though it was Monday, it didn't look like he just came from home.So, are you out shopping?
Subconsciously guessing this phenomenon in his heart, he walked in that direction without stopping, and nodded slightly: "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" He replied with some embarrassment, picked up the paper bag, and stretched out his hand in front of her, "Well, about the chorus, thank you for helping me tutor!"

So, he came to the school gate specially to block her?He frowned slightly.

I understand that he doesn't like to owe favors, but I feel that his behavior is a bit of a fuss, and I feel powerless.

"I accept it, but in fact, you don't need to spend money." As soon as the words came out, seeing his dimmed eyes and his stubborn unwilling hand, she fell silent.The two remained in a stalemate like this for a while, and finally, she sighed softly: "Forget it, let's not make an example. Thank you for your gift!"

She never knew that Feng Yue had such a stubborn side, and it made people laugh and cry.

In this respect, she is indeed inferior to him.She couldn't hold him back, and she wasn't interested in staying at the school gate during school hours to put on a show for people to watch.

He remembered the gift she hadn't given back then.

Every year, she clearly remembers Feng Yue's birthday.In the first year of high school, she hesitated for a long time, but decided to give him a gift. Besides, even if it's just as a friend, it should be taken for granted, right?

On the morning of his birthday, she took the time to send him a text message, saying that she was waiting for him at the door of her classroom.She didn't have the courage to go up two floors to their class to give him gifts, so she chose such a compromise method.I just stopped by to find her on the way to the classroom, and she was waiting at the door, so it should be acceptable, right?

He understood her purpose and responded very straightforwardly: "No, thank you!"

So, that carefully selected gift lay in her schoolbag for a whole day, and then she took it back intact.

That feeling is not good.Therefore, she is not willing to give to others.

After a day of study, when she returned home and packed her schoolbag before going to bed, Yue Wenjing remembered this when she saw the gift bag she had randomly placed on the table.

Open the paper bag, inside is a beautifully packaged box.Carefully taking it apart, she was a little surprised by what was inside.It is a decorative ornament that became popular when she was in college, and its scientific name is a microscopic botanical garden.An open glass ball with a diameter of less than twenty centimeters contains many small moss plants and some microscopic buildings.Tap the sphere lightly and it will light up.

In this period when online shopping is not yet developed, such items are relatively rare.What's more, it's handmade.

It can be seen that he prepared this gift with great care.

However, this is just a thank you gift.

Yes, as a thank you gift, it is too heavy.

If it was this period in her previous life, she would be so happy that she couldn't sleep at night, right?Remember, the only time Feng Yue gave her a gift was in the third year of junior high school.In the last year, as long as there is some friendship, a gift will be given on the other party's birthday.That year, she received a lot of gifts.

She also clearly remembered that at that time, she and Feng Yue were at the same table, and the gift he gave her was also the first gift she received.

It is a quicksand painting that is most popular among girls nowadays. The ink-colored fine sand is mixed with a few strands of white, and the filling fluid is colorless oil.After flipping, a completely different landscape painting can be formed, each of which is different.

She liked this man, and even thought the gift he gave was extraordinarily good.

At that time, for this special, she was happy for several years.Later, even though I had completely given up, seeing the changing quicksand painting, I still felt that it was thrillingly beautiful.

Thinking about it now, I only feel slightly sour.

Even though she did it all over again, she is still in her youth at the right age, but she, who has already lived one life, can't deceive herself into thinking that she has lived through the prime of life twice.The jerky emotions at that time, as well as the sweetness and sourness experienced, cannot be recovered no matter how many times they are repeated.

If at that time, she had the persistence of someone who waits at the school gate today and never gives up until he gives a gift, or if he had such a soft heart as hers, would the result be different?
Sometimes, she really hates her self-righteous thoughtfulness.

It's just that it's all over.

She understood that the heartbeat was long gone.Looking back on the past, the soreness and tingling in my heart are just lamenting my previous fruitless efforts and nostalgia for the past.

He tapped the outer wall of the glass one after another, watching the flickering lights in a trance.

A gift disturbed her heart that had been silent for a long time.It has to be said that the memories of the past have had a profound impact on her.

(End of this chapter)