i was my mistake

(One)

The morning sun rises slowly, the dark night is dispelled, and the whole world is lit up bit by bit.

A beam of golden light shone into the classroom, and the fine dust could be seen flying in the air.

"Mmm..." Zhao Jinyu blinked, and in just over 30 minutes, it seemed that she slept very well, "It's... dawn?"

"It's on." Ye Chen yawned. During that time, she was the only one who didn't sleep.

However, she also reaped the beautiful moment of sunrise.

"Oh, I didn't see the sunrise!"

"It's okay, there is another chance next time."

"Where is Wanqing?"

"She went to the bathroom." Ye Chen reluctantly lifted off the quilt, and didn't feel anything was wrong when it wasn't covered, but when he left after covering it, he felt that the cold outside was unbearable.

"Today's sunshine... so clean."

"It's because the factory hasn't opened yet." Ye Chen rubbed his eyes.

The sun has just risen, and many students may have just woken up.

But for Wanqing and the others, it has been a long time.

On the same day of school on weekdays, after getting up for so long, the first class is almost over.

"Is Chen'er going back to her classroom?"

"Well, the students in your class should be coming soon, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm the sanitation committee."

"It's been hard work."

"It's okay, just get used to it, I just hope that those guys on duty today can arrive soon..."

"Ye Chen!" Wan Qing shook her wet little hands, "What are you doing, I'm back in the classroom, by the way, take my schoolbag too!"

"I know, I know-"

……

(two)

Wan Qing was called to the office again.

"Wan Qing, how are the preparations for the New Year's performance?"

"Two programs, one is a song and the other is a sketch."

"Oh? What song, what sketch?" In fact, there was not much surprise on the face of the class teacher Guang Qiutang.

Probably because most classes have chosen this mode.

After all, there is not much time to prepare, so these two things will be more convenient.

In fact, even the skits don't necessarily memorize the lines.

It is even more impossible to prepare for other things such as dramas.

"The song is written by myself, and the sketch is about life."

"Okay, just watch and play freely, I believe in your ability."

In fact, it's useless not to believe it. It's such a time, what else can I do.

Even if it is not done well, no one will blame it, after all, the preparation time is indeed too short.

The principal's original intention was to hold a lively New Year's Day cultural performance, so that everyone can have such a memory.

Maybe the mistakes and jokes in it will make the students more impressed.

……

(three)

"What did Ah Guang ask you to do again?" Ye Chen combed his hair with his hands, and looked at Wan Qing who was walking towards the seat.

"It's not about the art performance on New Year's Day."

"Ah! Speaking of this—" Ye Chen asked worriedly, "Are you ready? I don't seem to have seen you prepare."

"It's fine to fool around casually, and prepare a fart, how can you prepare for this situation."

"Then what should I do when I go on stage? A show will take at least 10 minutes..."

"It's almost enough, let's sing in the first show, I told Ah Guang that it was my own song."

"...What kind of self-made are you."

"Idiot, don't you know that you can plagiarize the songs of future singers? It's all written in novels."

"So what are you going to sing? If you only have one song, it won't take more than 10 minutes...?"

"I'm going to sing that one... Well, it's quite a long song, it should last about 10 minutes."

"So long?" Ye Chen thought a lot this time, "Even if you remember the lyrics, what about the melody? Do you know staff? But even if you do, you can't play it live, right?"

"Sing it a cappella."

"Is it really okay..."

"I don't know." Wan Qing didn't know what to do, "Whatever, just adapt to the situation."

"Then... how about cross talk?"

"Just adapt."

"The result is that you are completely unprepared, hey!"

"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy." Wan Qing glanced at her, "I'm thinking about the lyrics, you're so loud, I won't be able to remember later."

As she spoke, she solemnly spread out the notepad in front of her, and quickly wrote down the lyrics on it.

Although the lyrics in the first 3 minutes were repeated three times, it was still long enough, and she remembered it very clearly without too many pauses.

"Okay—done."

"What song is this?"

"The name is "Jingying". When I was young, a song composed by a band called "Snow Music Team", but this song was not composed when they were the most popular, but many years after the band disbanded. —Probably the first two years when I went back to the past. "Wan Qing put the pen on her pursed lips, "I don't know the details, I only know that they used to be famous, but I didn't know about it. "

"So, this is a song sung by a whole band? Can you sing it alone?"

"Wrong, this is actually a song sung by one person, oh, to be precise, the band didn't disband, but everyone else went to live their own lives, and only one person is left, um--I also I just remember that person’s name, if it wasn’t for this song, I wouldn’t even pay attention to it.” Wan Qing sighed, “Ah, time is the most ruthless, no matter how high the flame is, there will be a day when it fades and goes out .”

"Then, what's the name of the person who sang this song?"

"Jiang Yuruo."

……

(four)

The sun at noon in winter shines on the body, very warm.

Wan Qing leaned against the railing, half-closed her green eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

"Ye Chen."

"Why?" Ye Chen came up to bask in the sun. She was squatting on the ground, observing the group of ants carrying food crumbs.

As for where the crumbs came from - just look at the piece of bread she was holding in her hand.

Not bought, but issued by the school cafeteria.

It's the end of the month, and if the meal expenses of the month are not used up, the cafeteria will make some extra snacks as a welfare for the students.

Although the taste is mediocre, except for some sliced ​​starchy ham sausages, there are no other ingredients, but Ye Chen, who has never been able to eat snacks since childhood, still chews it with relish.

"Come and play with me when the cross talk comes."

"Have you thought about the script?"

"I didn't think about it, let's improvise."

"...Don't think too highly of me."

"Don't worry, you can do whatever you want, I will help you back up." Wan Qing said with confidence.

"you sure?"

"...not so sure."

"Don't stand on the stage for a long time and fail to perform something..."

"In short, it's just you. I'm not used to cooperating with others."

"...Can I refuse?"

"No."

"Then why ask?"

"But if you really don't want to go, I can call Dad to help."

"...It won't work if I replace my dad."

"Maybe the interaction between father and daughter will look a little more exciting."

"It's better to let Dad rest more, and you don't torment him..."

"Then you come?"

"I don't promise...it's okay." Ye Chen looked desperate, as if he was ready to lose face.

"Don't worry, with such a cute face, people will think you are cute even if you lose face."

"I don't feel happy when you say that..."

"Hehe, enjoy the preferential treatment for girls, especially pretty girls."

"I always feel that your words are full of malice..."

……

(Fives)

Today is the last day before the New Year's Day cultural performance.

For all students, this time is obviously too tight.

However, senior high school students and senior high school students respond completely differently.

The second-year high school students are preparing nervously, and they can be seen rehearsing everywhere. Ye Chen even suspects that they have gathered together to practice on weekends. After all, some of their lines seem to be quite proficient.

I also saw a class make homemade props out of cardboard—even if time is tight, we must do our best.

Many people had a pair of dark circles under their eyes, obviously staying up all night for the performance.

But the senior three students are different. It is almost impossible to see any class rehearsing, and occasionally there are only two or three people sporadically.

Probably most senior high school students are unwilling to participate in such meaningless things.

In contrast, learning is more important.

After New Year's Day, there is not much time left.

Wan Qing and Ye Chen didn't rehearse at all, but lay by the window and looked at the second-year high school students who were rehearsing on the playground.

"Yingtai, you are actually a woman!?"

"Brother Liang, I'm sorry, I lied to you..."

However, Zhu Yingtai here is played by a boy, and Liang Shanbo is played by a girl. It seems to be intentional, maybe it is to create a simple and funny contrast.

"I said, is it really okay for us to just watch other people's rehearsal like this? Improvisation must have a... frame, right?"

"No need, in my long life, there are too many realities that are even more absurd than cross talk, just find some real events from my memories."

"...Can I really follow your train of thought?"

"You don't need to follow me, I'll do it." Wan Qing tilted her head to look at Ye Chen, with a gloating smile, "As another me, don't you think there is no tacit understanding between us?"

"Maybe... there really isn't any tacit understanding—hey, why do I feel like you just want to embarrass me?"

"Haha, I think it's very funny when you think about your sluggish reaction—"