In summer like autumn

After school starts, Qiushi Middle School conducts military training for new students as usual.Most of the students have never experienced the life of living in school. They suddenly left the care of their parents. During the day, they stood in a military posture and kicked forward and were sunburned into small black charcoal. The experience and experience made the flowers in this group of greenhouses miserable.

Today's topic is to talk about my feelings based on the deeds of the anti-Japanese heroes.Wen Qiu loves to read, and he is familiar with this kind of articles. He can write a thousand words eloquently without stopping.

Among a group of monkey children who were scratching their heads, there was a scholar who was writing and writing, which was particularly conspicuous. Teacher Du, the head teacher, was curious, so he walked over.Jianwenqiu wrote in lower case honestly at the beginning, and when he reached the place where his writing and thoughts spring up, he changed to writing in line, very freely.

"This is a good handwriting!" Teacher Du silently praised in his heart.

Wen Qiu suddenly realized that the teacher had come to him at some point, he stopped his hand, and the pen made a dot of ink on the manuscript paper.

"Your name is...Wen Qiu? Come here." After the evening self-study, Teacher Du stopped Wen Qiu, pointed at the manuscript paper he handed in, and asked, "If you use another pen, try to write as big as possible. Can it be written like this?"

Wen Qiu wasn't too sure about Teacher Du's intentions, so he picked up the marker pen on the podium and wrote a few words on the draft paper handed over by the teacher.

"It's well written. You don't need to participate in military training tomorrow afternoon, go to the drama club with me!" Teacher Du patted Wen Qiu's shoulder happily.

In the past few years, the province has been promoting quality education. Qiushi Middle School actively responded to the call and organized various student associations, which are held every Thursday afternoon.At present, various clubs are not only busy recruiting new students, but also preparing for the upcoming campus cultural festival after the National Day, which is the busiest time of the year.

The next day happened to be Thursday, after the lunch break, Wen Qiu appeared in the club activity building with her schoolbag on her shoulders.He was wearing a camouflage T-shirt issued in military training, walking among a group of senior students in school uniforms, a bit out of place.

Wen Qiu really couldn't think of any necessary connection between writing and the drama club, so he followed Teacher Du two steps away with the mentality that if he came, he would be safe.He hadn't seen the school uniform yet, so he looked curiously at the seniors and sisters coming and going.The provincial key school uniforms are really different. They are not uniform sportswear, but a decent yet lively suit design, which immediately gives off an elite look.

Wen Qiu felt that the school uniform looked familiar, and before he had time to think about it, Teacher Du interrupted his thoughts: "We're here, it's here!"

The classroom is very large, half of the rehearsed people are used as a place to practice lines, and the other half is equipped with tables and chairs. The floor is covered with various paints, as if a dyeing workshop has been opened, and a group of students are lying there writing and drawing.

When everyone saw the instructor coming in, they all stopped what they were doing and greeted Teacher Du one after another.

"Eh? First grade?" The girl who was lying on the table just now and coloring a board was obviously the leader of the group. She saw Wen Qiu at a glance and walked over.

Teacher Du hurriedly sent Wen Qiu to the girl, and said with a high air: "Come on, Mr. Mo, I found you a calligrapher, and you let him write the characters on the background board. You can also ask him to write about the posters."

The girl whom Teacher Du jokingly called Manager Mo was named Mo Jingyi. Although there was a word for static in her name, she was the most restless character in the drama club.Not only is he a good-looking director, but he can also write a screenplay. He even has unique ideas in the design of promotional posters.Although she is only in the second grade, but because of her superb skills, she has already dealt with the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the drama club to be obedient, and she is the only one who follows her lead.Mr. Du had not been in charge of the drama club for a long time, and he immediately fell in love with this heroine of the female high school, and immediately paid homage to the chief executive, and let her take full charge of the club's work.

Most of the people who joined the drama club came for the purpose of acting in a drama. Few people wanted to work behind the scenes. Among them, those who could write, draw and make props were even rarer.According to the old routine of recruiting new recruits in previous years, it may still be difficult to recruit talents in this field. Teacher Du simply found another way, and before recruiting new recruits started, he abducted Wen Qiu who didn't know the truth.

Everyone wanted to see how capable the calligrapher Mr. Du was talking about. Mo Jingyi stuffed the brush dipped in paint into Wen Qiu's hand, brought him to the table, and pointed to a painting that had already been drawn. The poster asked him to write.

"Write what?"

"Just write 'Director: Mo Jingyi', Mo Chou's Mo, Wen Jing's Jing, and Pleasant Yi." Mo Jingyi pointed at the blank space with her finger, "It's here."

Wen Qiu nodded, and after thinking about it for a while, he was about to pick up the pen. A boy with a brush next to him stopped him first: "You have to write seriously. If you can't write well, it will ruin our hard work. poster!"

His attitude was a little blunt, but Wen Qiu didn't take it to heart, instead, he dipped some paint again, and the pen was like a snake, and it was done in one go.

"Hey, the words Mo Jingyi are prettier than those written by myself!"

Manager Mo does not boast easily, on the contrary, from the actors to the logistics, she has encountered difficulties with her more or less, and even Teacher Du dared to dismiss her in a hurry.Since she opened her mouth like this, the students who were reading the lines became curious, and they were also full of admiration after seeing Wen Qiu's words.

The leading actors in the third year of high school hadn't arrived yet, and the members of the second year in high school couldn't match their lines, so they chatted non-stop around Wen Qiu.One of the boys came over with a costume with a buckle, pushed away everyone, and asked Wen Qiu to wear it, then stood two steps away and looked it over: "Look, does it look like our little Hangzi?"

"When you put it that way, it really looks a bit like it!" Another person also echoed.

Wen Qiu was a little embarrassed to be stared at by several seniors, and he didn't know who Xiaohangzi they were discussing, so he couldn't get in the conversation, so he just smiled, rolled up the cuffs of the costume, and put the pen Put it in a small bucket and rinse it.

Teacher Du stood at the door of the classroom and watched the group of energetic students making noise, smiling brightly.

"Brothers, looking forward to the stars and the moon is finally here! I'm just waiting for you to match the lines, until the flowers are all thankful!" Mo Jingyi stuck her head out from the crowd and shouted to the few people who had just entered the door scream.

"You girl! Why can't you always respect your seniors!" Walking in the front was still Gu Wendong. He was not wearing a coat, and his shirt was not fully buttoned. His cuffs were rolled up halfway, his hands in his pockets, a The look of fooling around.

"I respect Senior Xia, as for you...forget it!" Mo Jingyi retorted.

"Gu Wendong, why are you dressed like this again?" Teacher Du stood aside and said suddenly. "Next week's speech under the national flag, Director Ma should take you as a model again."

Gu Wendong pretended to be taken aback by Mr. Du: "Master Du, if I get caught, you have to make the decision for me. ——Just say this is a costume, I dress like this to better integrate into the character .”

"Come on, you are acting in "Thunderstorm", not "Young and Dangerous". The director of academic affairs was a backbone Chinese teacher back then, so you can't fool anyone!" Teacher Du joked.

Coming in behind Gu Wendong was his classmate and buddy Xia Yiqun.The two live close to each other and have been in the same class since kindergarten. In addition, their family backgrounds are similar, and each family has a brother. It seems that they have a lot in common.However, the two have very different personalities. Gu Wendong is active and Xia Yiqun is quiet. Just based on the first impression, it is difficult for outsiders to imagine how these two people got together back then.

Every time Gu Wendong introduces Xia Yiqun to others, he always says that the two of them are a life-changing friendship. This appalling statement is often refuted by Xia Yiqun on the spot, saying who died with you, and only thinks of me every time you can’t beat someone else in a fight , It's simply evil fate.

Xia Yiqun was taller, passed Gu Wendong, and saw the person surrounded by sophomore students at a glance.The boy was tall and slender, wearing the dark blue button-up mandarin jacket that he often wore in performances, with his back to the door of the classroom, he was listening attentively to others' speech, with a nice curve on the corner of his mouth.His hair was shaved short, and his neck was slightly slender. He was slanted by the afternoon sun, and his skin was light golden.

Xia Yiqun's expression changed, and he hurried forward.He walked so eagerly that he bumped Gu Wendong's shoulder hard when he passed him.

Gu Wendong staggered, stood firm, raised his chin slightly and shouted, "What are you doing, buddy!"

Xia Yiqun felt his heart beating faster and faster. He pushed aside the crowd and grabbed Wen Qiu's arm.

Wen Qiu was taken aback, and was pulled by Xia Yiqun, and turned around.

"No..." Xia Yiqun smiled self-deprecatingly, but his stature and facial features were somewhat similar, and his mood that was excited a second ago was instantly poured with cold water.

The excited person became Wen Qiu: he recognized the tall boy in front of him, they had only met in Jiangnan City not long ago.At that time, this person was wearing this school uniform and standing by the side of the square. ——No wonder the school uniform looked familiar to him from the very beginning.

Wen Qiu felt that the person in front of him recognized him, but his expression seemed mixed, making it difficult to speak.

"Senior Xia, do you also think he looks like Zhihang?" Mo Jingyi looked at Xia Yiqun with great interest.This popular figure in Qiushi Middle School always looks calm and breezy on weekdays, and is very kind to everyone, but there is a slight alienation in this kindness.Only when facing the two brothers of the Gu family, his emotions would fluctuate, more like a human being with seven emotions and six desires.

"Who do you think looks like my younger brother?" Gu Wendong also came over and circled Wen Qiu twice, "Oh? It really looks like hey! Look at this little brow."

While talking, he used his hands to move the costume on Wen Qiu's body, saw the camouflage T-shirt inside, and said with a smile: "I just joined the drama club and wanted to play Lu Xiaohai? You have a big heart."

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