looking back inadvertently

The No. [-] Middle School traditionally holds a sports meeting every autumn, but the new playground will not be put into use until next year, so the sports meeting of this school year will naturally be moved to the next semester.The school brought the chorus competition originally planned for the second semester to the end of the year.

In addition to academic tests, school-level activities are also an arena for each class to strive for honor. What's more, they have entered the second year of high school, and it may be the last time they will participate in such cultural activities that have nothing to do with further education.

Luo Mingyu has a strong nature and will not turn a blind eye to any opportunity to show her collective style. On Friday afternoon, when school is over, she occupies the self-study class and discusses the repertoire of the chorus competition with the students.

"We need to choose songs with moderate difficulty and suitable for chorus. Of course, the content of the song must convey positive thoughts. I don't need to say more," she glanced down from the front of the podium. "Let's discuss which song is more suitable. ?”

"Green Light by Stefanie Sun!" A boy in the back row shouted brazenly.

At first, only a few people beside him laughed, but gradually the whole class began to laugh, fearful of Luo Mingyu, but not daring to be too presumptuous.

Luo Mingyu was in a good mood today, she didn't care about the students' unsuitable titles, and continued to ask loudly: "Do the other students have any ideas?"

Seeing that she was not angry, everyone became more courageous.

"Teacher, "Fruit of Midsummer", right?" This time it was a girl.

The audience laughed again.

"I've said it before, it should be suitable for the form of chorus, the theme should be positive, don't look for love, love, how old are you?" Luo Mingyu paused every word, although she maintained her patience, her tone was quite serious, " Zhou Xin, can you name me?"

Zhou Xin was their squad leader, just about to stand up, Luo Mingyu said, "Just sit down, let's be more casual."

"Hmm..." Zhou Xin thought for a while, "How about "Yellow River Cantata"?"

"It's too old!" Someone immediately protested.

"Be quiet," Luo Mingyu said, "If you have an opinion, raise your hand!"

Everyone calmed down for a while, and Luo Mingyu walked from one side of the podium to the other: "It seems a bit old, but the theme is good. We'd better find a song that can better reflect the sense of the times. In fact, every era does not lack this song. An uplifting, hopeful song."

"Teacher," Wen Hao raised his hand, "Where is Andy Lau's "Stupid Kid"?"

"I think you still want to make trouble on purpose!" Luo Mingyu's mouth drooped slightly, but fortunately she didn't lose her temper, "Do you think this is a chorus song?"

In the corridor, boys from some class are humming, singing with passion and majesty: "Sing out your enthusiasm, stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dream..." It's a pity that the voice seems to be sputtering. Put the sand, the sound quality is rough, and the tune is going to the sky.

The boy who sang probably had other companions, and the laughter came along with him.The members of the third class were also amused, and because of Luo Mingyu's presence, they were embarrassed to speak out.

"Liang He, what do you think?"

Liang He's mind was not on choosing songs at all, he didn't care what songs were sung in the class, he was suddenly called by Luo Mingyu, and couldn't remember a single song name, just in time to hear the boys in the corridor singing a crooked tune, so he just said it That song: "Tomorrow will be better."

"Boring..." The other students murmured.

This time Luo Mingyu didn't immediately veto it, she squeezed her chin and thought for a moment, her eyes lit up: "I think Liang He's suggestion is good, let's sing "Tomorrow Will Be Better"."

"No way," Zhou Xin raised her hand voluntarily, "Teacher, maybe other classes can sing this song, will it be heavy?"

"We don't know what other classes are preparing. Collisions are possible, which also shows that it is suitable. What we have to do is to sing better than other classes, even if it is the same song," Luo Mingyu said irrefutablely. Said in a tone, "I'll find the tape and ask the music teacher to take everyone to rehearse. Come here first today, and everyone is over from school."

"This isn't a discussion, she didn't decide on her own." Wen Hao glanced at Liang He, who was on the same road with an absent-minded face, "Why are you saying that the song is not good, but that she is interested?"

"Otherwise, would you like to stay?"

"……Right."

What's the difference?Anyway, they are fishing in troubled waters.After they went home, Liang He didn't worry about singing at all.

Luo Mingyu moved very quickly, and found the lyrics the next day. In order to impress everyone, she asked Shen Zhe to copy it on the blackboard, and the whole class memorized it.

During the rehearsal of the music class, the teacher selected four lead singers, two men and two women, all of whom could sing well. The boys were Shen Zhe and Liang He. Their voices were high and low, with a sense of hierarchy.

So during this time, they not only have to deal with homework, but also take time to practice songs and arrange some simple movements.This song is not complicated. After singing for more than a week, anyone can remember it. Liang He even had auditory hallucinations in his ears when he closed his eyes, repeating the content of the song.

Just after a self-study class that day, for some reason, he hummed: "The spring breeze is incomprehensible, blowing the hearts of young people..." He was completely unaware of his singing, and hummed as if immersed in himself, After a while to react, he immediately closed his mouth.

Liang He's face became hot. Although he often sang subconsciously in his own room, but now he is still in the classroom, and Shen Zhe is beside him, so he must have heard it clearly.

"Why don't you sing? It's good," Shen Zhe noticed that he stopped, and said with a smile, "We want to lead the singing, so we should practice more."

"I'm not practicing, just humming casually."

Shen Zhe put away the fountain pen used for writing, and stretched his waist: "I have never sung this type of song, and I was a little ashamed at first."

"Are you going to feel ashamed?" As soon as Liang He's words came out, he found that the words he used were inappropriate, as if to say that Shen Zhe had a thick skin.

"Well," Shen Zhe didn't care, and smiled again, "Of course."

Liang He suspected that he was saying this on purpose to ease his embarrassment just now.The temperature on his face dropped, and he wasn't too awkward anymore. He just talked about the song and suddenly remembered the encounter in the video store during the summer vacation.

"Do you like listening to Zhang Yusheng's songs?"

"Well," Shen Zhe nodded, his eyes dimmed slightly, "I've liked it since junior high school, for several years."

It's been several years... the singer passed away when they were just in junior high school, no wonder he was sad.

"My dad likes it too, I've heard it in his car," Liang He asked again, "What about the others?"

"Others, it's more casual. You can listen to ordinary pop songs. What about you?" Last time in the audio-visual store, Liang He saw what Shen Zhe bought, but Shen Zhe didn't notice him. Who do you like to listen to?"

Liang He didn't want to say it at first.

He usually doesn't talk about his hobbies with his classmates. The only ones who can communicate with each other without any scruples are a few close buddies in junior high school, including Wen Hao, who is in the same class now.

He thought that he and Shen Zhe were not that familiar yet, but found that Shen Zhe had been looking at him, waiting for an answer seriously.

"Pu Shu." He let out the twitching emotions in his heart little by little, and it was not so difficult to express.

"I've never heard of it." Shen Zhe admitted frankly.

"I can borrow your belt if you're interested."

"Okay," Shen Zhe agreed naturally, "I have a Walkman in my dorm."

The person at the same table, when collecting homework or taking morning reading, his expression is as if frozen, he is a ruthless humanoid machine; when he chases himself to ask about his hobbies, he seems to return to an ordinary person who is keen to communicate with friends juvenile.

Liang He thought silently, he and Shen Zhe - are they considered friends?

The author says:

Lyrics from "Tomorrow Will Be Better" (Luo Dayou, etc.)

looking back inadvertently