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After lunch, the teachers and students of the graduating class of Xinya Middle School finally arrived at the last stop of the itinerary - the university campus in Linmei.

The environment of the Academy of Fine Arts is quite different from that of the comprehensive Yancheng University. They seem to have walked to a museum whose collections are museums. Every building and every courtyard is full of artistic atmosphere.

When Yu Dian and Xia Luoluo stood together, their eyes shining silently, Yu Zisheng watched from the sidelines, knowing in his heart that their children might have another dream recently.

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Zhang Fu said, as long as Xiao Yudian is serious, he will do everything well.

Yu Zisheng's kid is a very good kid.

Free time in the afternoon, it was a holiday, and the students from Xinya Middle School once again occupied other people's university campuses.

Even these arts and science students who are not very artistic are shocked by the beautiful scenery where blockbuster movies can be shot everywhere. I really don’t know how the last group of art students who came to visit survived.

There are rice paper pens and inks for tourists to graffiti in the school exhibition hall. Jiang Zhai wandered there with his sister in his arms. The classmates walked around three times, but he still stopped at the same place—his cousin guessed it at a glance. This person is probably In searching, is it possible to find a small painting by a teacher surnamed Chen among the tourists who came here last time.

But how could there be.

Even if Chen Yiran was moaned by the students to move the calligraphy, the staff of the exhibition hall would not fool the tourists so much, leaving the drawing paper from the previous few days after several days.

Unless... that person draws exceptionally well.

Ok.

The hard work paid off, Jiang Zhai directed his younger sister to turn on the phone camera, pinched a picture of the picture frame cherished by the staff on the wall, and kept the autumn leaves on the paper in his personal memory forever .

How did he recognize Chen Yiran's handwriting?

As an illiterate in the art world, there is no need to give Jiang Zhai an excuse of "you can see it at a glance". He just recognized the signature in the corner.

"Ian" written in one stroke in a casual style.

Want to steal the collection of the exhibition hall home.

If he can't steal it, then he will work hard and steal the owner of the collection home.

Tomorrow, we will leave for Yan. On the evening of the last day, everyone who had dinner in the campus restaurant went to the playground in Linmei, and held an open-air party with the equipment there.

Unlike last year's school celebration, the program was less formal, and there was no rehearsal, so you could register on the spot.

Compared with a group of idiots who dared to go up to the KTV to break the sound with their heads on their shoulders, the "Where Unknown" group seemed to be very well prepared.

When the two beauties stood on the playground and each of them took over a microphone, the auditorium on the sidelines was boiling.

Zhou Zhou was about to laugh like crazy: "What is 'unaccounted for'? Where did Missy's name go?"

Tang Miaomiao put on her earbuds and raised her eyebrows to respond to him before the prelude to the music: "Of course the whereabouts are missing, idiot."

A friendly suggestion, don't challenge Missy.

The girls sang "Girls."

Girls with long hair are good-looking, girls with short hair are good-looking, whether they have long hair or short hair, girls are always good-looking.

Ah, in the end the two of them turned around, and another cute Jiang Bian unexpectedly emerged from the gift box that had been used as a stage prop.

The little sister is also pretty.

Some people cheered for hip-hop dancing, and some people played with Limike as a sword. Seeing that the brat was about to smash the borrowed equipment on the ground, Song Ran immediately stood up and raised his loudspeaker and shouted: "Give me that!" Stop! The next one is waiting!"

Can't wait for the next one.

After being devastated by the rock band upstairs for a year and a half, Zhou Zhou also became friends with his neighbors after rushing upstairs, and now he is half a punk boy.

Last night everyone played in Yudian's room, but Zhou Zhou rehearsed all night next door.But when he is running all over the venue and singing "Hey!"Girl", I still couldn't even breathe well, and most of the chorus was sung by the students who had been tortured enough to memorize the lyrics.

The girls in the stands were booed and cheered by everyone, and it was clear that there was something wrong with the boy who was performing hard on the court.

The female teacher in class two was surprised, and asked in a low voice to the most reliable female colleague: "Is this all possible?"

Zhang Fu bent his eyes, and his smile was still impeccable and gentle: "Anyway, the principal is not here."

Even Yu Dian was pushed off the auditorium by everyone's nagging and signed up on the spot.

Xiao Linzi bent down excitedly and asked his classmates: "Will Yudianer sing "Pink Memories" or "Where is Spring"?"

It's so disrespectful.

He Dan folded his arms and raised his chin: "Neither of them, just wait and see."

Yancheng's city flower, Sunflower, stood behind the surviving Li Mai just now, and raised her eyebrows helplessly: "Okay, let's perform a handsome rap for everyone."

Everyone was dying of laughter, Yu Zisheng sat in the seats between the two of them, propped his head lazily, and smiled lowly with his eyelashes half down.

"Just kidding," Yu Dian grinned with a bright smile like a sunflower, "I will show you a handsome guy who is out of tune."

He snapped his fingers silently to the little DJ brother on the sidelines, and ordered a golden single by Ms. Teresa Teng, "Walking on the Road of Life".

——Why this one?

——My aunt loves to sing so much, this is the only song that I am more than 70.00% sure of not being out of tune!

"Although the road by your side is far from tired / Walking with you one after another..."

The standard Cantonese sounded outrageously standard to laymen, the students who looked down on others cheered and stood up, waving their arms in rhythm with the rhythm as if they were watching a concert.

Among the idiot-like teenagers, Yu Zisheng propped his hands behind his back, sitting quietly among the excited ghosts and monsters, looking intently at the boy who seemed to be shining on the field.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell just behind Yu Dian, and he stood alone on the field where Yu Zisheng had sweated in the summer, singing the theme song of his life 30.00% out of tune.

/Find something new every day

/let the wind blow

/Just put us both to the test

/Small raindrops, don't worry

/ Already determined to move forward

During the chaotic chorus, He Dan, who also kept his seated posture, suddenly said, "I've realized it."

He pointed to his fellow car teammates who had just performed.

Yu Dian - "Drunken Butterfly."

Zhou Zhou - "Waiting for the rose of love."

Tang Miaomiao & Xia Luoluo - "The World of Flowers."

It's terrible, it's terrible, DJ heard it and called it an expert.

Hmm... what happened at the end of the trip?

Stop talking, turn your little brains around.

That autumn or summer, spring and winter, the stories that happened between you and your good friends at the end of the journey are their stories.

This is our common diary.