i was my mistake

"...You are such a bad person."

"What? Prove it to me if you have the ability."

"Okay, just wait, don't be dumbfounded, but yourself will be the one!" Ye Chen looked as if he wanted to compete with her, "I don't guarantee that you won't laugh if you make a fool of yourself."

"I laughed to death, you are really arrogant, boy."

"Are you the arrogant one?" Ye Chen suddenly stretched out his hand, measured the top of her head with his palm, and then moved it to his chin, "Little one! Now who is afraid of who is not sure!"

"Do you understand what is concentrated is the essence?"

"Then why don't you grow to one meter?"

"—Very good." Wan Qing didn't get angry, but laughed instead, she tiptoed slightly, and pinched Ye Chen's cheek, "That's it, do you understand? —”

……

29. War correspondent

1996 12 Month 31 Day.

For most people, today and tomorrow can be regarded as New Year's Day.

According to the Gregorian calendar, tomorrow is the new year.

For the students, this is their own New Year festival.

——Because that kind of lively Spring Festival, when you have to get together with relatives and visit relatives and friends, belongs to parents and adults.

Today's Yinjiang High School does not have classes, and the whole day is full of New Year's Day cultural performances.

So some people didn't even carry their schoolbags.

Wan Qing leaned on the railing of the corridor and looked down.

She saw a few young people who looked like they had just graduated from college, led by the school leaders to visit the school.

The distance is too far, so I can't hear what they are saying clearly, but they are definitely not here to communicate and learn.

After all, Yinjiang High School is going to be closed.

A 'loser', for most people, how can there be any need to learn?

Perhaps these people came to discuss how much to buy the land.

Of course, it is also possible that former students, knowing that the school is about to close, took advantage of this special day to come and take a look, and regain those old memories.

Suddenly, she felt someone pat her on the shoulder lightly.

Turning his head, it wasn't Ye Chen, nor Zhao Jinyu, nor the other students in the class, but Guang Qiutang, the head teacher of Class [-].

The wrinkles on his face were a little more, and the smile at this time was kind and kind.

"Teacher Guang?"

"Wan Qing, how are you preparing for the performance?"

"Both programs are fine."

"Amazing." He gave a thumbs up. "The other classes in the third year of high school have some problems. They basically sing a few songs. The second program also arranges a chorus. Only the second program of the third class is a drama. If the second program It doesn’t matter if the program is not ready, I will report it for you, and then we will sing the school song with the whole class and it will be over.”

"No, no problem." Wan Qing casually leaned on the railing, letting her long hair be blown up like a banner by the wind, with a carefree smile on her face, "Teacher Guang, don't worry .”

"Okay, since you said there's no problem, I'll leave it to you."

"Wrap it on me."

Wan Qing is actually not a confident person, and the so-called conceit is actually just a weak disguise.

But she has the ability to break the jar, when something is so bad that it can't be worse, she will try her best, but do it casually, the more special the better.

Sometimes it will work miraculously, but there will also be times when it fails and adds to the jokes.

"Wan Qing...it should be replaced by a chorus." When Guang Qiutang walked away, Ye Chen, who didn't wear a ponytail, ran over quickly, and said with a little blame, "This way we can escape the second It's a show."

"What are you afraid of?" Yi squinted at her nervous little face, "Are you afraid of just this little thing?"

"...What should I do if I fail?"

"Then fail." Yi put his hands in his pockets and replied casually, "Failure is always carried out in life. This is life. If you are afraid of failure every time you do something, then it is better not to do anything. gone."

Ye Chen was choked by her, his lips twitched, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"You don't seem to be the same today?"

"I'm always like this when the pot is broken - because I don't care about anything anymore."

"Hey, don't rush to fail!"

"Don't worry, I don't have a strange habit of deliberately humiliating, do you think it's you?"

"I'm not good either!"

"Then go for it."

Just as he was talking, the bell that represented the assembly of the entire school rang, and the dean shouted from downstairs with a loudspeaker: "All the students of the school are invited to assemble in the auditorium, all the students of the school are invited to assemble in the auditorium—! "

The students in the classroom crowded into the corridor in a mess. The head teacher had just returned to the office, and she hadn't come here yet. Wan Qing was the one maintaining order.

In fact, the physical education representative was supposed to maintain order, but that guy Jiang Xing was chatting happily with others now, and didn't even realize that this was the time for him to appear on stage.

Wan Qing was short, but she was very imposing. She stood in the corridor with her hands behind her back, she sank into her dantian, and then shouted: "Quiet! Everyone is lined up! We won't set off until we are in line. Stand here!"

Usually, there is almost no student in the class, no matter male or female, who has not been attacked by her "venomous tongue". Even Shen Huijuan, the study committee member, has been reprimanded by Wan Qing several times.

"Yang Zeng! Don't look, the eyeballs are about to fall out, are the girls in the next class so good-looking? Is it as good-looking as me!"

"Puff...cough..."

The students couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Dong Xinghai, give Jiang Xing a punch, why is he still chatting?"

Dong Xinghai, a big-shouldered guy, was honest, and immediately punched Jiang Xing on the shoulder. The latter was about to get angry for no reason, when he saw Wan Qing staring at him with rounded eyes, and immediately coughed twice in embarrassment, and then pretended to be arrogant. He seemed to shout: "Quiet, be quiet!!"

She didn't need to shout after that, Jiang Xing's voice was much louder than hers.

"One team for boys, one team for girls, Ah Guo, stop talking, you don't want to be scolded bloody by the monitor, do you?

"Old Wang! Why the hell are you still in the classroom, come out and line up!"

Finally, when the head teacher came over, Class [-] had already completed the team. He didn't even look at it, so he waved lightly: "The students in Class [-] take the chairs and come downstairs with me. Don't make too much noise. There are people from the society today. Those who come to visit us, behave a little better."

Even though this is a school that is about to close, the habit of showing a positive image of the school still exists in the blood of every teacher like inertia.

The auditorium of Yinjiang High School is not a multimedia classroom. The entire hall is empty, with only one stage in the front, and the rest is empty. Even the chairs have to be brought by each class.

Several boys were carrying stereos borrowed from other schools, and a music teacher was fiddling with a desktop computer with a win95 operating system.

The auditorium is not designed according to a real performance stage, so although there is a stage, there is no backstage for makeup and dressing. Everyone has to go up the side stairs, and all kinds of operating equipment can only be placed aside. .

The third year of high school is in a relatively front position, but when it is the turn of the fifth class, it is not so far forward, and it is in the middle of the entire auditorium.

Students from each class came in one after another, and put down their chairs under the command of other teachers.

The scene looked a bit chaotic, obviously due to insufficient preparation.

Even the students who are in charge of hosting have to go to the location of each class and ask them about the program they are performing today.

Two programs in each class, written in two slips, were put into the lottery box.

Originally, in this kind of New Year's Day cultural performance, the order of each program is particular, but today I will highlight a random one, and no one knows whether my class will be the next to perform on stage.

"We won't draw the first one, will we?"

"If you draw it, you will get it." Wan Qing closed her eyes casually, "If you have that time, it's better to rest and recharge your spirits."

"My heart can't stop beating..."

"Stop it and you're done."

Ye Chen suddenly got stuck, she swept Wan Qing's cheeks with her ponytail: "Are you really not nervous at all?"

"not nervous."

"Although you have a lot of shortcomings, but at this point, I have to admire you. It's really so powerful that it's a bit... outrageous."

"Just treat it as if you've already lost face, so you won't be afraid of losing face again, just like a person who has already died, anyway, you won't die again..."

"Not necessarily."

"I'm a special case!" Wan Qing glared at her, "Don't argue."

The noise in the auditorium finally gradually subsided, and the head teacher was running around trying to quiet the students down.

And the principal who was about to speak was already standing on the stage—the young woman who seemed to be about 30 years old.

"Okay, all students, please be quiet. Everyone is quiet. Our New Year's Day cultural performance is about to begin. This time, the New Year's Day cultural performance is actually arranged quite nervously. The students who are preparing for the show—according to our plan, it was not planned to be held, but in order to give everyone a good memory, we decided to do it again, please cherish this last memory.”

Someone keenly sensed what the principal said, and couldn't help discussing it with the people around him.

The auditorium, which had just been quiet, became noisy again.

"Today, regardless of the performance of the students on stage, please don't laugh at them, because their preparation time is really short. We must applaud and encourage them, because they clearly know that the time is too short. I didn’t prepare well enough, but still mustered up the courage to perform on stage, this is a very respectable thing..."

The headmaster's voice is very gentle, and she always smiles when she speaks, but there seems to be a touch of sadness in her smile today that can't be melted away.

There is plenty of time today, so the principal also talked a lot. When it comes to the emotional part, she can even hear a bit of crying in her voice: "I am very happy to be able to get along with my classmates in this school. Class after class of students, finally even we ourselves... So please cherish the last time, the last memory, I will stop here first, and then please have been to the front line and witnessed the battlefield in person Reporter Mr. Mo Kong came to the stage to give us a speech!"

On stage was a bearded man.

His eyes were full of vicissitudes, and he looked a little tired.

The principal continued to introduce when he came up: "That year I went to the war-torn Southeast Asia to participate in local exchange and study, but encountered the army sweeping up civilian residential areas..."

She made an exaggerated gesture: "Such a big shell fell, and the house was torn apart like tofu. I was buried under the ruins. Thanks to Mr. Mo Kong, who rescued me regardless of the artillery fire, this time I heard that we To hold the last New Year's Day cultural performance, he rushed back from abroad..."

He nodded slightly to the principal, then walked to the microphone, cleared his throat slightly, and said slowly in that magnetic and slightly hoarse voice: "I have been to places full of gunfire, even ordinary residential areas, I don't know if a shell will fall someday...

"...so please cherish the present life, not for the country, not for the society, nor for anyone else, just for yourself, live every day well, don't worry about not coming again yesterday..."

The New Year's Day cultural performance kicked off with the speeches of many people.

……

30. Shallow singing and whispering

"The order of performances for the New Year's Day performance is quite special this time. There are slips of all the programs in the box, which will be randomly selected by the guests this time, and the drawn classes will perform on stage. We will draw three tickets at a time to give everyone Some preparation time." Wearing a suit, the male host who looked a bit grown up said with a smile on his face.

The hostess next to her was also a senior high school student. She walked off the stage slowly holding the lottery box, and was the first to arrive in front of the war reporter named Mo Kong just now.

"Mr. Mo Kong, please draw one first."

"Okay." He nodded slightly, stood up solemnly, bent down and took out a note from the box.

The male host next to him took a look at it, picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "The first one to perform on stage is a student from Class [-], Grade [-], and the show is "Song Skewers"!"

Then the box was handed to the two guests behind - a sweet-looking girl with short hair who looked like a high school student, and a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The drawn classes, especially those who were going to perform on stage, either took a deep breath or let out a collective howl.

No one wants to go up and perform so early.

Although it is always necessary to go up, many people still feel that the later the better.

It's as if you'll be more prepared this way.

"The third place, the song of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School - "Jingying"!"

"Ah—" Ye Chen wailed for Wan Qing first, "Isn't it?"

"What are you afraid of?" She gave her a contemptuous look, "This is exactly what I want."

"what?"

"I have to go up anyway. Rather than procrastinating to escape, it's better to go up early—early death and early rebirth, do you understand?"

"...I don't know whether I should say you are optimistic or pessimistic..." Ye Chen's delicate little face looked complicated, "I wish you success."

"Pour me a glass of boiling water and drink it when I get back."