midsummer restlessness

The class reunion after the college entrance examination was organized by the old class. In a hotel next to the school, three tables were set up in a private room, and no one in the class was absent.

It was said that it was a breakup meal, but no one really moved their chopsticks a few times, but the beer was emptied in boxes.

The head teacher, Lao Yin, picked up his glass and stood up, "Well, let me say a few words first."

He cleared his throat, which was his habit before every class.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and calmed down to watch him, as naturally as watching a blackboard and listening to a lecture.

"After three years of stumbling with everyone, looking back, it's really not easy. As a math teacher, I don't know how to say hypocritical words."

He paused for a moment, and looked seriously at every student present, "I just hope you all... have smooth sailing and a smooth road!"

"After graduation, everyone goes their separate ways. No matter where you go to develop, don't forget that you are members of Class 3, and you will always carry the soul of Class 3 with you. Don't forget the class training, study hard, and be diligent and successful!"

"Majestic class three, look at Jiutian with a smile! Heroic and heroic, one map flat!"

The whole class shouted slogans loudly, deafeningly, like when they walked boldly across the rostrum on the sports field, like raising their right hand to swear to the podium every mock exam, like entering the college entrance examination room in hot June to decide their fate The whole class collectively cheered in front of the arena like that.

The squad leader signaled the whole class to stand up, raised their glasses and drank in one gulp.

"At this moment, I announce that Class 05 and Class 03 are officially graduating!"

Once again thunderous applause broke out, and Xia An also stood in the crowd and clapped vigorously, his eyes were red, and the overwhelming emotions in his heart could not be expressed.

You and I met at the best age, and we spent a lot of our youth on that campus.

We cried and laughed together and quarreled together.

We fought side by side through the dark and heavy days of the third year of high school.

During that time, we watched the sunrise in the early morning of winter together and the starry night sky in the late summer night, but we always kept our heads down and hurried, and never looked directly at the warm sun.

We frantically went to make up classes, and then walked alone in the dark night without street lights.

We bury our heads in the sea of ​​books every day, and our minds are full of unfinished homework and notes that have not been sorted out.

The alarm clock for getting up early is getting earlier and earlier, and the time for going to bed is getting later and later, and the time in bed is less than 5 hours.

There are no holidays, no Sundays, except for the most basic physical needs, the rest of the time is spent studying hard.

I am under tremendous mental pressure every day, but I am trying to tell myself not to give up.

I am looking forward to a beautiful university every day, but I don't know whether my dream will come true in the coming year.

Those days are solid.

Even if we have been distressed and bored occasionally because of unsatisfactory grades and doubts about complex knowledge, we will have new hope and a new starting point on a new day and the next exam.

At that time, we were the most innocent, we moved towards the beautiful blueprint drawn by our teachers and parents, and we regarded the college entrance examination as a turning point of our destiny.

We hadn't understood despair then, we hadn't been exposed to injustice then.

We pushed open the yellow door of the classroom countless times. The small blackboard was filled with familiar formulas. Whose name was engraved with a knife on the mahogany tabletop. We are familiar with the scenery from all angles outside the window.

However, the days of test papers flying all over the sky, intertwined with hope and despair, finally came to an end this summer.

The people who used to sit by your side, the people who used to walk with you during the class, laughing and playing with you, will finally go their separate ways.

Those ignorant and ignorant partners who have witnessed your youth are finally here to wave goodbye to you.

I don't know when we will meet again next time.

But I still feel grateful, thank you for having you, accompany me all the way, and accompany me to see the most splendid scenery in the past three years.

Until a long time later, we will find that the time when we devoted ourselves so crazily and wholeheartedly was our best years.

Halfway through the dinner, it was the entertainment session. Qiu Hanhan suggested that please close your eyes when it gets dark, and everyone responded. It was a very popular game back then.

Xia An took the initiative to contribute his own cards, but he didn't seem to get any good luck because of it. As usual, he was killed unjustly in the first round.

Xia An threw the cards on the table, and gritted his teeth pretending to be resentful, "Just bully others, see that I don't matter, and unanimously get rid of me first."

Qiu Hanhan laughed so hard, "Xia An admit it, it's a matter of popularity."

Numerous facts and experience tell us that it is not a good habit to draw conclusions in advance.

And the results of the next round also firmly overturned Qiu Hanhan's theory-Wang Junkai was out.

Qiu Hanhan obediently closed his mouth and did not express his opinion.

"Wang Junkai was killed, please say your last words."

"Can you abstain?"

Wang Junkai glanced at Wang Yuan meaningfully, and the latter looked away and scratched the corner of his brow.

"can."

The judge nodded unprincipled and entered the voting session ahead of schedule.

As if it was discussed in advance, the rest of the people pointed at An Hongdou unanimously. This almost one-sided result cast her out without any surprise. An Hongdou curled her lips and turned the cards over, "See clearly? I am a good citizen." Taijun!"

Wang Yuan shrugged, like everyone else, he didn't seem surprised.

However, this strange tacit understanding lasted for the remaining rounds. Looking at the increasingly obvious trend of the game, Xia An always had a strong feeling of being calculated.

"So, game over."

When the last commoner was kicked out, Yi Yang Qianxi calmly turned over the cards in front of him, a king of spades.

Xia An covered her face in pain, knowing it would be like this.

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