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"The next day, Zhu Yingtai was refreshed, with a ruddy complexion, and went on the road with a little fox lying on her shoulder. On the way, she met Lu Zhishen who came to exorcise the demon..."

"Wait, why did Lu Zhishen exorcise the demon?"

"It's a physical exorcism. If you don't fix those fancy things, you can just punch to death..."

This cross talk lasted about ten minutes, but no one thought it was too long.

It didn't even feel like it was finished until the end.

Some people's stomachs hurt from laughing, and when they laugh now, they feel cramps in their lower abdomen.

Wan Qing finally ended at the most exciting time, and if she continued, she might not be able to control it.

She bowed on the stage, and saw Zhao Jinyu in the audience get a note from the teacher, and hurried out with her schoolbag on her back.

When he returned to the audience, Ye Chen's expression was a little dazed, as if he was dreaming.

Before she came on stage, she never imagined that she could finish the 10-minute cross talk without any preparation, and the effect was not bad, everyone laughed happily.

"So... did it really happen?"

"Why, is it difficult?"

"Even if I think about it now, it's still difficult. I even feel that it wasn't me who was standing on the stage just now."

"Tsk, don't deny yourself, how can you be so bad, besides, there is me."

"It's not like you to praise others, is it?"

"Oh? Why, you're so cheap, you just like being scolded?" Wan Qing rolled her eyes.

"Tch... I'm just not used to it, and I even feel like you're pissing me off."

Wan Qing patted her on the forehead and scolded with a smile: "You are really itchy, aren't you?"

The New Year's Day cultural performance ended when the sunset in the evening.

When it first started tomorrow morning, everyone felt that the day would be extremely long.

When the principal announced that the performance had ended successfully, the students walked out of the auditorium amidst the noise.

At this moment, no one asked to form a team. Those who did not bring schoolbags walked out of the school directly, and those who brought schoolbags ran upstairs to take their schoolbags.

Although they were a little bit reluctant about the end of the show, the children adjusted their mood very quickly. At this moment, they were chatting excitedly about where they should go for the holiday tomorrow.

There are not many people returning to the classroom, mainly because there are not many people carrying schoolbags today.

Even though Wan Qing and Ye Chen also carried their schoolbags, they didn't actually put any books in them. Carrying them was more just out of habit, and—what if they needed to use them?

Although it is of no use today.

On the table was a note with a book on it, and Zhao Jinyu's message was written on it.

Ye Chen picked it up and looked at it twice: "Jinyu said that she went back beforehand, just let the two of us go back by ourselves."

"Oh, let's go." Wan Qing picked up her schoolbag and carried it on her shoulders. Today's two performances seem to have exhausted all her strength, and she is lazy at the moment, as if she can't lift a bit of energy. .

The winter sunset brought some warmth, Wan Qing and Ye Chen walked out of the classroom, and in just a short while, most of the students at the school gate had dispersed.

There are no small shops at the entrance of Yinjiang High School, and there are no stalls today, so naturally there will be no crowds of people shopping at the entrance.

On weekdays, she would go home with Zhao Jinyu, a lively girl who always has a lot to say, but now it's just the two of them going home, which is a bit unaccustomed to her.

"Ah——I'm going to sit on this cold and hard iron frame again." Wan Qing threw her schoolbag into the car basket and sat on it with a face of reluctance.

"Then how about we switch, you ride a bike, I sit?"

"Forget it then." She curled her lips, "When will I put a cushion on it, so that it won't be so uncomfortable to sit on?"

"Is there such a thing for sale?"

"There will be one in the future, but I don't remember if there is one now. If not, just make one yourself, otherwise it's too... How do you say it in the northern dialect, buttocks?"

"It seems to be." Ye Chen pushed the cart out of the school gate, and a few students who hadn't left yet looked at them curiously.

Obviously, he recognized them both.

There were even cheerful girls who greeted them directly.

"Today's show was great!"

"Yes, it's amazing!"

There are girls, and of course boys are indispensable.

"Wan Qing—! Your eyes are so beautiful—!"

"Can I be the door-to-door son-in-law—!"

Ye Chen's face was full of embarrassment, and the corners of Wan Qing's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"These bastards are making a lot of noise."

"We seem to be famous...? It won't be like this every day in the future, right?"

"What are you thinking, the world doesn't revolve around you." Wan Qing yawned, and pressed her small face against her back, "After a while, this enthusiasm will slowly fade away. Maybe everyone can recognize you."

"That's good, otherwise it's too embarrassing to be like this every day..."

"If you really want to do this every day, maybe scouts will find you." Wan Qing rubbed her stomach, "I'm a little hungry, hurry up and go to Dad's to eat something, the hot dry noodles at noon don't seem to be much eat enough."

"After all, the portion is really not too much, and I'm not full."

"Why don't you ride faster?"

"Too tired to ride—"

Ye Chen jokingly said, the speed of stepping on the pedal was still a little faster.

The setting sun dragged the shadows of the two of them obliquely, and the black Giant bicycle passed through the smoke and dust of the factory. The familiar industrial taste made the two children who grew up here feel extra at ease.

Even though their father has been laid off, in their subconscious, they still think that as long as the factory is still open, life will always move forward and life will get better and better...

"Tomorrow is next year."

"Yes."

"Time flies, it will pass in a flash, and then the college entrance examination will be over."

"Yes." Wan Qing yawned, squinted her eyes and nodded.

"Can we be admitted to university? Anyway, we must not be able to pass the undergraduate course..."

"Can you be a little bit more ambitious?"

"It would be great if you can get a bachelor's degree, but is it four years for a bachelor's degree?"

"Correct."

"I hope I can pass the exam."

In fact, Wan Qing herself had no idea about the study, but she still raised her head and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm sure."

……

33. Happy Birthday

Stepping on the orange-red twilight of the setting sun, Wan Qing and Ye Chen returned to the apartment.

Although there are windows at both ends of the corridor, they don't get much light into the middle.

The two walked through the junction of light and darkness and came to their door.

"...So I said, those people really should go to a mental hospital, thinking about dirty things in their minds all day long, people who normally take a biology class have to shut down the live broadcast room-oh yes, the live broadcast You don’t need me to explain what’s going on?”

"Hmm..." Ye Chen felt a little headache because Wan Qing was complaining about a bunch of unreasonable things in the future that she thought were all along the way.

"Mental illness is like this. If you encounter it for a while, you will take out a knife and kill yourself. One day, you will cut off your hands and tomorrow your feet. I think that sooner or later, even the brain will have to be dug out and boiled to eat."

"Speaking of which, have you ever eaten pig brains?"

"I have eaten it, it tastes good."

"Like tofu?"

"It doesn't look like it, I can't say it, the taste is very subtle, but it's delicious." Wan Qing muttered, turning the key in the lock twice, "Do you want to go to the vegetable market to buy one next time, um... I don't know if there are any for sale..."

As usual, Wan Qing pushed open the door and walked in with Ye Chen.

The two of them were leaning against the door to take off their shoes when they heard a bang, and a bunch of colorful ribbons fluttered and fell in the air. Zhao Jinyu raised his right hand high and shouted with a smile: "Happy birthday, Chen'er!" !"

"Ah?" Wan Qing didn't even realize it for a while, "Wait, today is the 31st."

Of course she knew what date it was, but she never thought that it was her birthday.

The main reason is that after adulthood, birthdays are hardly celebrated anymore-what's so good about a person's birthday?

If you really want to buy yourself a cake and blow out a candle, it will only increase your sorrow.

"Ah—?" Ye Chen was full of surprise, "I, I thought no one would remember!"

"What are you doing, what do you mean, you're targeting me, right?" Wan Qing pouted angrily.

"Ahem!"

The birthday of Wan Qing's body is not on this day, and she doesn't remember the exact date.

This is normal, I haven't remembered my birthday for decades, how can I remember this new birthday.

"Happy birthday." The father standing at the door also said with a smile. He rubbed his hands vigorously, "I haven't celebrated your birthday properly before..."

"Forget it, it's her birthday, it's not mine anymore." Wan Qing waved her hand, took off her shoes and walked into the room, "It smells so good... dinner is ready?"

"Yeah, my uncle had already prepared dinner when I came. Does Chen'er want to eat first or eat the cake first?" Zhao Jinyu picked up the cake box on the dining table, "Look, I bought a big cake and came back. Oh! It should be enough for us, right?"

"It's so big..." That's the big cake that Ye Chen usually sees in cake shops. It's usually used as a display item, and ordinary people don't seem to buy such a big cake.

You must know that in this era, the price of cream cakes is still very high. A small six-inch cake costs more than 50 yuan, which is a luxury that many families cannot afford.

So much so that those cake shops have a bit of noble atmosphere, which makes people feel embarrassed to approach them casually.

"How many inches are these?" Wan Qing leaned over to take a look. The packaging box full of pink flowers really made her miss it - the minimalist style will be popular in the future, and it is rare to see such a fancy packaging. up.

"Ten inches!"

"You don't need to ask to know how expensive it is..."

"It doesn't matter, birthdays are only celebrated once a year, so of course it should be more grand!" Zhao Jinyu said seriously. For her who is not short of money, the sense of ceremony seems to be more important.

"I came back just in time, and the dishes are still hot." My father smiled cheerfully, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll go and get the dishes out."

"Okay..." Ye Chen couldn't hide the joy on his face, "Let me help!"

"No, birthday, how can I ask her to help?"

"Yes." Zhao Jinyu sat her down on the chair, "Chen'er enjoy today, leave the other things to us."

Wan Qing smiled and sat down slowly.

When she was young, she always yearned for her birthday.

Even if there was no cream cake at that time, at least I would buy some traditional buns or chicken cakes, and my parents would cook a table of good dishes. Occasionally, relatives and friends who lived in H City would come to celebrate and give her some. A small gift that is expensive but still keeps people happy for a long time.

Two years after her parents died - she didn't even celebrate her own birthday.

——Because at that time, after removing the rent, there was only 20 yuan left in my pocket, but I had to persist for a whole month.

It was the end of 1998, and prices had risen quite a bit.

After becoming an adult, she also worked hard for a period of time. During that time, life was relatively easy. She also bought a cake for herself on her birthday later, but she couldn't find the expectation and desire of that year.

Perhaps it was because at that time, what she longed for was not a cake, but the care and love of others.

But later, she clearly understood that she did not own those things, so the cake that symbolized these things lost its meaning and value.

My enthusiasm for life may have been extinguished at that moment.

Wan Qing rested her cheeks and looked at Ye Chen. It was no longer the face she remembered when she was a teenager, but a beautiful girl.

That is the manifestation of history being changed.

Although something is lost, there seems to be more to be gained.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smiled slightly.