Dressed as the school grass of the heartthrob [the past wears the present]

Song Yu said hesitantly, "How long are you going to hug me?"

Jiang Yun felt reluctant, but let go of him abruptly, and said uncomfortably: "Let's go, let's go out."

They walked around the road behind the teaching building and returned to the playground. When they came out, it happened to be where their previous class was sitting. Now it was full of people from outside the school who came in to watch the game.

They pushed aside the crowded crowd, and saw the colorful fluorescent flower sea in front of them. The flower sea was floating in the dark night, like a tumbling colorful wave, stirring up layer after layer of colorful waves. A school shrouded in darkness is lit up.

They returned to the team of their own class, and Song Yu pretended not to know anything and asked, "What happened? Why was the power cut off?"

Nie Wuyi said: "I don't know, someone has already checked."

"What kind of broken school is this? There is an art festival and there is a power outage." Song Yu pretended to be very angry, but Jiang Yun couldn't bear it any longer. He lowered his head and pursed his lips into a snickering in the dark.

Lao Yang came back and said to everyone: "It's not a power outage, it's a trip, and it will be restored soon."

"Everyone, don't panic, calm down, it's time for us to play soon."

After the teacher in front pulled up the switch, they found that there was still no sound. They felt strange. They checked the equipment again, and finally found that the plug in the corner was loose.

I have to say that Song Yu's move was really amazing. He deliberately used two schemes to create the illusion of a power outage. Everyone would immediately think whether it was a trip, but not the plug.

This not only successfully delayed more time, but also made people think that someone deliberately unplugged it, and they all thought it was accidentally touched by a passing staff.

Jiang Yun thought it was quite funny, it was meaningless for him and Song Yu to do this, but it was very meaningful.

This is probably a little bit of that sophomore year of illness.

The teenagers are stubborn by nature, and they are so happy after doing such a meaningless thing.

They looked at each other and smiled in the fluorescent light, Song Yu looked at the time, it was still one minute to ten o'clock.

After the front staff adjusted the equipment, the host came to the stage to continue hosting, and the chorus competition continued.

The lights came on again, the music rang again, the noisy playground fell silent again, and the class that hadn't finished singing sang again, which was the end of the song.

"From the very beginning, we are all children."

"At the end of the day, longing to become an angel."

"The ballad of the ballad hides the shadow of a fairy tale."

"Children's children, where are we going to fly..."

This popular song all over the country is an original graduation song written and performed by the students of Class 2010, Grade [-], Class [-] of Nanjing Foreign Language School in [-].

The words of graduation and adulthood, as sung in the song, are extraordinarily exciting.

Soon it will be their turn in Class [-].

Jiang Yun and Song Yu were the lead readers. They walked in the front with the conductor and led the team onto the stage together.

When they stood in front of the steps, Jiang Yun doubted his own judgment a little. He stared at the dark sky and asked himself, "Will it still rain today?"

In terms of disappointment, Song Yu was the most disappointed. He had been looking forward to the rain all day, and it probably wouldn't come.

Obviously he didn't expect it at first, it was all because of his own words that made him look forward to it all day, but he was also disappointed all night.

The accompaniment gradually sounded, and the voices of the two of them also passed through the microphone, spreading lightly, resounding throughout the quiet campus.

They slowly memorized the manuscripts they had written before.

Jiang Yun: "On this day, we are 17 years old."

Song Yu: "This year, we will grow up."

Jiang Yun: "Seventeen, a special symbol."

Song Yu: "Seventeen, a defined age."

Jiang Yun: "When he was a young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, he also lived up to his youthful dreams."

Song Yu: "It is the passion of always striving for the first moment, and it is also the hesitation when facing the college entrance examination."

Jiang Yun: "It is the tail of the young and frivolous, and it is also embracing the darkness before dawn."

……

The audience fell silent, listening carefully to their cries for the 17-year-old.

Suddenly, a drop of rain hit Song Yu's nose.He raised his hand to touch it, the cold feeling, what else could it be except rain?

It's raining?

is it really raining? !

The rain he had been looking forward to all day finally came down!

It turned out that what Jiang Yun said was true, and he did not believe the wrong person.

He said it will rain, and it will rain.

Song Yu said slowly: "It is an ordinary but special rain, a failed but tenacious expectation, a struggle against the future, a long-lost and grand youth, it may be late, but , will definitely not be absent.”

Jiang Yun looked at him sideways in surprise, isn't that how the original manuscript was written? ? ?

This guy actually changed his words on the spot! ! !

hateful.

Jiang Yun had no choice but to change the sentence, "It is the rainy season we drenched, the years we laughed, our farewell to the past, our embrace of tomorrow, it is hard work, it is struggle, it is yearning, it is Longing, it’s shouting, it’s madness, and it’s even more… the present.”

The next two people changed "Let's be in this night" to "Let's be in this rainy season" very tacitly.

"Sing for everyone a song that belongs to us at the age of 17!" The second half of the sentence was uttered by the whole class in unison.

The timing was just right, and then the conductor started waving her white hands, and everyone followed her rhythm and sang the song "17-year-old Rainy Season" together.

"In the rainy season when we were 17 years old, we had common expectations and hugged each other tightly."

"In the rainy season when I was 17, I recalled the bits and pieces of my childhood, but found that growing up was slowly approaching."

The drizzle was like silk, passing through their melodious singing, and quietly hitting their white school uniforms.But they didn't feel cold at all. On the contrary, the more they sang, the more passionate they became, and the voice became more and more powerful, as if they wanted to penetrate the heart wall of everyone present.

This continuous drizzle carried Song Yu's expectations for a day. He raised his head a little and let the raindrops hit his face heartily. He liked this feeling, he liked this kind of madness, he liked this 17-year-old rainy season.

I also like...the person who accompanied me crazy.

Jiang Yun looked at the fluorescent sticks waving below, the colorful light moved with their melody, and at the same time affected his thoughts, he felt very dazed, but he naturally sang along with the accompaniment.

Jiang Yun didn't know how to sing this song before, but after practicing every day in class, he was forced to accept this song every day, and his ears were almost full of cocoons. He never felt that listening to a song I can also vomit myself.

However, at the moment of the performance, at the end of the performance, he realized that he was used to this melody, and he also learned to sing this song inadvertently.

The age of 17 is too far away from him, that is the age that he has passed away long ago.

However, today, in another world, he returned to his 17-year-old and found his lost youth.

If he can make a wish to that Doraemon at this moment, he will definitely make the wish called "Time is not old, we will not be separated".

He hoped that he and Song Yu would never be separated.

Many students below are also singing with them, feeling the rainy season and youth that belong to everyone.

The moment their class finished singing, the whole audience was cheering, and the boiling sound almost drowned them. The host quickly returned to the stage to control the field. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the scene became more and more noisy.

They exited the stage in an orderly manner and walked to the last row of the playground.

The host announced the scores of the last few classes on the spot. The first few classes were all about 95 points, and they got 98 points.

"Did I hear you right? Are we No.1?" Nie Wuyi threw himself on Jiang Yun excitedly.

"Hey, please calm down!" Song Yu pulled him off Jiang Yun very dissatisfied.

Nie Wuyi pushed the two of them back to the stage, "Quick, the squad leader is called to receive the award flag."

"Jiang Yun, go up and get it." Song Yu said.

Jiang Yun refused, "This is not an honor that belongs to me alone."

Song Yu: "...Do you think that other people's classes are led by two squad leaders? Come on, you go up, you will be the regular squad leader today."

Song Yu pushed him onto the stage, but Jiang Yun grabbed him very quickly and caught him to stand together on the stage.

The headmaster walked up to the two of them with the award flag, glanced at them admiringly, walked between them, and handed the award flag to them, "Jiang Yun and Song Yu, I know both of them, one A person who appears on the school's red list every month, and a person who appears on the school's black list every month, yes, yes, excellent!"

Song Yu thought to himself: Is this praising him or scolding him?

Jiang Yun and Song Yu each caught the red award flag with one hand. The flag was already soaked by the rain, and a light flick could throw out a lot of rain.

They carried the flags and walked back. Now the classes have started to leave one after another. There are too many classes and there are only four corridors, so the exit is super slow.

When the two of them returned to their own class at the back, they saw Nie Wusheng sitting on the stool unfeelingly, not in a hurry, which formed a sharp contrast with the others.

Song Yu ran over and pushed him, "What are you doing? Why don't you rush?"

Nie Wuyi sat here and drenched in the rain, "Forget it, I'll leave after they leave, it's really too crowded, and we're still on the fifth floor, it's too difficult to squeeze up, it's hard to climb to the sky."

"Hey, if that's the case, then..." Song Yuyin smiled and handed him the award flag, "By the way, help us bring the chair and the award flag, and we'll go home first."

After Song Yu put down the award flag, he dragged Jiang to faint and ran away.

"Song Yu! You are too bad!" Nie Wuyi was so angry behind him that he wanted to throw the flag, but he couldn't.

Jiang Yun ran wildly in the rain with him, saying "Nie Wuyi will definitely revenge you tomorrow".

Song Yu smiled and said, "It's not me, it's us."

It was raining harder and harder, and neither of them had an umbrella, and they ran home from here, and they were sure to be drowned.

Song Yu asked for two plastic bags from the canteen next to the school gate, one blue and one red, and he threw a red one at Jiang Yun, "Come on, cover your head."

Jiang Yun saw that he put the blue bag on his head backwards, and tied a knot around his neck, so that his head was completely covered, and he looked like a beautiful village girl.

"Uh...wouldn't this be too stupid?" Jiang Yun was still hesitating, and Song Yu put on the red pocket for him, covering his head completely.

"Anyway, no one will see it, and besides I know you are stupid, there is no third person who will know."

As soon as Song Yu finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of him, and quickly sent a message.

Jiang Yun looked at his series of actions in surprise, "Are you pretending that I can't see you? How dare you post my photo!"

Song Yu said with a smile: "Such a brilliant moment, of course I have to record it, don't worry, no one will associate this silly hat with a red pocket with the number one school bully in the sky."

Jiang Yun said: "Since you said that no one will recognize us, then... I will lead you and run away?"

Before he finished speaking, Song Yu was held by his hand, and he ran into the rain curtain. The torrential rain beat the plastic bags above their heads, soaking the white shirts on their bodies.

Jiang Yun was so relieved by the heavy rain that he thought of Song Yu, an idiot, dragging him to unplug the switch. The more he thought about it, the more stupid he felt, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Song Yu, do you have a second-grade middle school disease?" ah?"

Behind him, Song Yu's face darkened suddenly, and he cursed loudly, "It's not that the second grade is sick, what's sick is that I like you!"

"what?"

Jiang Yun was shocked, his mind was struck by lightning, and he was completely stunned by the sudden "I like you".

The corners of his mouth opened and closed, unable to utter a word for a long time. This kind of confession was something he had never expected.

Not knowing whether he was dazzled by surprise or joy, he murmured, "You...what did you say?"

Song Yu said, "This is a line from a comic book."

"Lines?"

Jiang Yun lowered his eyelashes in disappointment, it turned out to be just a line...

He thought... thought...

"Which comic is it, I'll go and read it too." Jiang Yun said again, steadying his voice.

"Guess!" Song Yu didn't tell him.

Song Yu hid behind him and breathed out secretly, just now he... dared to say such a bold confession to Jiang Yun, he must be crazy.Fortunately, he came up with such a lie to deceive him. There are no comics, there are none, and that is his true heart.

Totally insane tonight.

Both are crazy.

Even the heavy rain was so crazy, Song Yu saw that his wet shirt was soaked by the rain and stuck tightly to his back, revealing his lean shoulders and straight back.

It was the cold-looking young man in front of him who exposed his back to him time and time again, pulled him to run wildly, and protected himself time and time again.

"Jiang Yun, what is Chang'an like?" Song Yu asked suddenly.

"Chang'an?" Jiang Yun pondered for a moment and said, "Chang'an will not rain like this."

"why?"

"Because this is the rain you prayed for. There won't be any in Chang'an."