Chapter 139: : Commemorating our youth

The next day.
Li Zian, who had been away from school for more than three months, returned to campus.
Coincidentally, today is the day when "To Our Simple Little Beauty" goes online, and it is also the day of the countdown to the high 300 days.
Near the high school teaching building, I saw banners flying outside the building.
"High school is not hard, life is hard! High school is not tired, life is tired!"
"The sweat you shed less today is the tears you shed more tomorrow!"
"Sprint for a hundred days, fight him without regrets!"
"Student of Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School will win!"
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Looking at these banners, a tense atmosphere came.
With a brief glance, Li Zian walked into the teaching building with his schoolbag on his back and returned to his class.
After returning to the class after three months, Li Zian was once again welcomed by many classmates, but compared to a few months ago, although many people are still heartless and hesitant, but the kind of anxiety and fatigue on the face It is difficult to hide.
Li Zi'an returned to his position. When he came, Zhao Yuqian had sorted out the desk and placed the books neatly in the desk hall.
"Cici, lend me a copy of the timetable."
Li Zian said to Zhao Yuqian beside him while packing up the books.
"Mum, I have copied it for you." Zhao Yuqian handed over a class schedule and muttered in his mouth: "I have been busy filming in the past three months. Although I have studied during filming, I still have a lot of knowledge. Forgotten, the next hundred days will have to learn."
Li Zian heard and said with a smile: "No, you have a good foundation. It is not difficult to pick up the textbook knowledge again."
Zhao Yuqian sighed and did not respond.
As Li Zian and Zhao Yuqian whispered, the classmates sitting in front of them turned around.
"Li Zi'an, did the online drama you made come online at eight o'clock tonight?"
The girl sitting in front of Li Zi'an was named Liu Na, and her deskmate was Xu Xuan. The two of them sat at Li Zi'an's front desk for three years. The relationship between them was pretty good.
Li Zi'an nodded with a smile: "Yes, tonight's line."
Liu Na heard it and smiled and said: "Come on, we are all looking forward to it."
"You have time to watch it. I heard that Pharaoh has turned into an iron-faced king in a while? Homework is piled up every day." Li Zian laughed.
"It's not just Lao Wang, all teachers are like this." Xu Xuan patted his leg, his face sad and indignant: "Do you know what is the cruelest thing for me now?"
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Yuqian looked at Xu Xuan with some curiosity.
Xu Xuan sighed: "Get up soon..."
Xu Xuan at the same table Liu Na heard Xu Xuan's words, and she nodded deeply.
Li Zi'an and Zhao Yuqian were a little ignorant at first, but soon the two reacted to what happened, and they both couldn't help laughing.
"If it was a few days ago, we really don't have time to watch, but today, the Pharaoh is rarely kind. In order to support you, the Pharaoh and many lecturers have said that today's homework is less, so that everyone can be at night A little time to give you a favor." Liu Na smiled.
Li Zian heard the words and smiled: "Lao Wang is interesting enough."
The four did not laugh for too long, and soon it was time for the early class. Li Zian, Fang Chang and Zhao Yuqian returned to school today. Li Zian had greeted Wang Changhai in advance, so Wang Changhai saw Li Zian The three of them were not surprised when they came back. After a few jokes, they started the class according to the normal arrangement in the past.
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In the sea of ​​questions, time flies quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was the twilight period. According to the schedule, this period should be self-study time, but there are some changes today.
Because today is a hundred-day countdown, all senior three classes must hold a hundred-day countdown theme class meeting.
No big deal, everything is simple.
The literary and art commissioner of the class wrote a few large characters on the blackboard. Under the auspices of Wang Changhai, the 100-day countdown theme class meeting began.
In addition to Wang Changhai, several other teachers in the class were also present.
First, Wang Changhai talked, then the monitor, and then several teachers took the stage.
There is only one core theme, which is to encourage morale!
Looking at each teacher talking enthusiastically on the stage, Li Zian suddenly felt that these teachers had the potential to engage in MLM.
Very inspirational, but also very encouraging.
The theme class lasted about half an hour, and towards the end, Wang Changhai stepped on the stage again.
When he looked at Li Zi'an with a smile, Li Zi'an suddenly felt that he had been arranged by Lao Wang.
Sure enough, his sixth sense is right.
"On this special day of the hundred-day countdown, we invite our class star Li Zi'an to come on stage and sing a song as the end of today's hundred-day countdown theme class meeting?" Wang Changhai said with a smirk.
Wang Changhai's proposal immediately aroused the response of many students in the class, and the applause exploded in the class instantly. The other teachers in the class all looked at Li Zian with a little expectation.
After seeing Li Zian for a moment, he stunned for a moment, then stood up from the chair and said with his hand: "Mr. Wang, you won't plan to let me sing..."
"Of course not, we prepared this for you!"
Just when Li Zi'an's words just fell, the students sitting in the back row did not know where to change a guitar, and then gave it to Li Zian with a smile.
"It seems that you have been premeditated..."
After hearing Li Zian's ridicule, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere seemed very active.
Li Zi'an took the guitar, and his hands flicked a few times on the strings. When the piano sound was correct, he nodded slightly and took the guitar to the stage.
"This piano was borrowed from the concert hall, and the quality should be good." Wang Changhai laughed: "In such a day, it is better for you to give you a "Chase of Dreams", this song is quite suitable. of."
Hearing Wang Changhai's words, Li Zian glanced at a classmate who had been with him for three years. Li Zian pondered and shook his head slightly.
"You guys have boosted morale for half an hour. I don't make much sense to sing "A Dream of Chi Zi", let me sing another song." Li Zian said with a smile.
"What song is it?"
Wang Changhai asked with some curiosity.
Li Zian smiled slightly: "New song..."
After speaking, Li Zian picked up the chalk on the podium and turned to write two large characters on the blackboard behind.
"commemorate!"
(The original song of "Memorial": Lei Xinyu)
When the classmates and teachers in the class heard that Li Zi'an was about to sing a new song, they immediately became very interested.
"Do you want to sing a new song?" Wang Changhai froze for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "Just do what you want, sing whatever you want."
After Wang Changhai finished speaking, he walked off the podium, stood at the door, and completely gave the podium to Li Zian for play.
Li Zian looked at the familiar faces under the stage. The bits and pieces of high school for three years were like a frame-by-frame movie picture in his mind.
There is laughter and touch.
The innocent friendship of classmates is a glorious glory that exists forever in everyone's life.
Recalling the past, Li An gently moved the strings in his hand.
The soothing sound of the piano, with a trace of sadness, with a trace of souvenirs, with a trace of perseverance.
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Three years passed in the blink of an eye
Everything opens up in my heart
There are only a few days left before the countdown
The paper at the foot is too late to pick up
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Li Zian's voice is not very loud, but the classroom at this time is extremely quiet, so everyone can listen to Li Zian's singing very clearly.
Listening to Li Zi'an's singing, the smiles on the faces of the people gradually disappeared, and a sad emotion began to spread in everyone's heart.
Even the classmates who are most willing to make jokes and who are most willing to be naughty in the class have become extremely quiet at this time.
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It seems to be breaking the cocoon of pressure
Everyone stayed up late after leaving school
Dark circles in the morning
Little sleepiness in class
Day after day
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Li Zi'an sings the state of everyone now.
In the remaining one hundred days, the pressure of the college entrance examination was like a huge mountain, which made people breathless.
But every day with my classmates, I feel that the pressure is not so great.
In the last 100 days, the same table that was always willing to pinch has become much more harmonious; the students who had some minor contradictions have also become more kind; the students who had some naughty students have also become much quieter.
Because everyone knows...
There are fewer and fewer days together.
A hundred days later, when everyone walked out of the examination room, the family of more than 50 people would be separated.
Perhaps since then, more than 50 people have been unable to gather together in this life.
Some people just disappear into your life.
Some things will become your eternal memory stored in your heart.
This once-warm family may disperse in the test paper that fluttered in the sky on the last day.
Li Zi'an's song made everyone's heart astringent, and many girls' eyes turned red unconsciously.
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I just want to hold the fleeting
Say goodbye
Sorry for not being able to go back yesterday
I just want to remember this moment
The light years we traveled together
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When Li Zian sang the first sentence of the chorus, many female classmates who had already had red eyes, could no longer hold back the tears in their eyes, and the whole person's emotions collapsed instantly.
The mountain-like pressure, as well as the unwillingness to face the difference, was released from the tears at this moment.
Some female students sobbed quietly directly on the table, and many of the male students in the class also had red eyes, and some people quietly wiped the corners of their eyes.
Standing at the door, Wang Changhai, who has been teaching for decades, has taken one class after another from his hands. Every time he finishes one class, he will always say to himself that he will never do it next time. Cry again.
Crying all the time, this old man in his fifties doesn't want to lose face.
But today, his 50-year-old man couldn't hold back his tears. When he couldn't help it, he would turn around quietly, wipe the corners of his eyes outside the door, and then return to the class again.
Old age, can't bear sadness.
Wang Changhai found a reason for himself.
Looking at the immature faces below, we get along with each other for three years, and we spend more time together than he and his children.
He once remembered that when he was studying at a normal school decades ago, an old professor once asked them what is the most valuable asset for teachers.
At that time, someone answered the title, someone answered the score, someone answered the knowledge, then he was also confused.
The old professor didn't tell them the answer at the end.
Now, Wang Changhai, who has taught for decades, has long understood that the most valuable asset for teachers is each of his students.
Recall that the old professor looked at them kindly, not as he looked at the students below.
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I just want to hold the fleeting
Say goodbye
Carve your smiley face in your heart
Watch meteor across the sky
Make our wish
Make now forever
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Singing to the end~EbookFREE.me~ Looking at the classmates crying underneath, Li Zi'an even couldn't help himself.
"forever and always……"
When the last two words were sung by him, and the last tail was popped by him, the whole class returned to silence.
He lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, then looked at the classmates and whispered: "This song is called "Memorial", Memorial..."
"our youth!"
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