I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

childhood.

Holding a cardboard box in his arms, the young Zhuang Wenyao happily knocked on Shiyue's door.

It was Shiyue's mother Gu Yan who opened the door: "A Yao is here? Come in!"

Gu Yan is a thin woman who likes to wear thick and smoky makeup. It looks a little strange, but her originally unusually beautiful facial features cannot be concealed, and she speaks very softly. Zhuang Wenyao doesn't feel scared.

"Not Auntie, is Shiyue at home? I want to go out with him," Zhuang Wenyao smiled, holding up the box in his hand, "Play this!"

Gu Yan saw the airplane model drawn on the cardboard box and smiled: "Okay, I'll ask him to come out."

Rushing to the inner room, "Xiaoyue—your friend came to see you—"

When Shiyue's thin figure appeared, Zhuang Wenyao's smile became brighter: "Go out and play!"

"Ok!"

At noon, the sun was blazing.They ran downstairs and came to the path full of ginkgo trees: their "secret base".

"I'll show you something fun!" Zhuang Wenyao opened the carton as if offering a treasure.

Shiyue surprise: "RC helicopter!"

"Hmm! I heard it can fly very high, let's try!"

They took out a bunch of parts, and the two children assembled the plane and the remote control by themselves. More than half of the time had passed, and even the sun was no longer shining, and it changed from golden yellow to warm orange.

"Finally finished!"

It took a lot of work, and they all looked forward to it flying into the blue sky.

"I'll try it first!"

Zhuang Wenyao operated the joystick, but the plane remained motionless.

"Why..." He was a little panicked, and tried several times to no avail.

Shiyue: "Ah Yao, can I take a look?"

He ended up with the remote control, took off the cover and observed for a while: "It seems that the circuit is not connected properly..." Fiddled with it a few times, fixed it and returned it to Zhuang Wenyao.

Zhuang Wenyao pressed the take-off button again, the propeller turned with a "buzz", and the fuselage rose straight.

"It's amazing!" Zhuang Wenyao laughed happily, "Xiaoyue, you are amazing!"

Under Zhuang Wenyao's control, the helicopter bumped up and down, swayed, and finally found a balance slowly, hovering steadily in the air.

"Okay! Xiaoyue, come and try!"

Shiyue took the remote control carefully and tried to move the joystick, the fuselage suddenly and violently rolled and fell to the ground!

"Quick!" Zhuang Wenyao's heart twitched, and he wanted to rescue him, but he didn't know what to do, and he was burning with anxiety.

But I saw the plane suddenly rising more than ten centimeters above the ground, and then steadily rising higher and higher.

Shiyue turned her head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at playing this..."

Zhuang Wenyao: "No way! You are much better at playing than me! And you can also repair circuits. Have you played before?"

"No, it's my first time playing."

"I do not believe!"

"Really! I've never seen this kind of toy before..." Shiyue said, handing him the remote control, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"Oh……"

Zhuang Wenyao took it, looked up to the sky, and suddenly patted him in surprise: "Look, Xiaoyue, there is a bird there! I want to compete with it to see who can fly faster!"

"Yeah!" Shiyue raised her face, her smiling eyes were curved, and there was a warm orange halo on her fair face, "Be careful not to bump into it!"

Zhuang Wenyao couldn't remember who would win and who would lose in the end, the bird and the plane, but he only remembered the young boy's soft side face and twinkling eyes, which was a scene he would never forget in his life.

……

Life in the military training was difficult at the beginning, but after the first few days, the time passed quickly.Today is already the last night.

In the evening is the welcome party. In the afternoon, the students of the aviation class rehearse in the auditorium and play military boxing.

The coach watched from the side and shouted: "Speak up! There will be background music in the official performance, you have to be louder than the sound of the stereo!"

Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"

For the sake of performance, this voice was used!

After the rehearsal, he led the team to leave the stage, and had a face-to-face meeting with the girls who danced in the normal class.

Zhang Yeran took a sneak peek, and whispered to Zhuang Wenyao, "Brother Yao, look quickly, it's a girl."

Zhuang Wenyao responded with a hoarse voice: "Yes. What?"

"Purify your eyes! It's been a long time since we've seen a girl." There are no girls in the aviation class. During daily isolation training and strict daily management, I hardly see students from other classes.

Zhang Yeran sighed again and again: "It's the first time I think girls are such cute creatures, and I feel ashamed when I see them. I feel like I don't even dare to talk to girls anymore!"

Zhuang Wenyao scolded him with a smile: "How long is this? I will have to live like this for the next three years."

Zhang Yeran wailed: "I don't think we should fight any military boxing, just imitate the monks in Shaolin Temple and fight eighteen arhats!"

Zhuang Wenyao corrected: "Ninety, ninety arhats."

……

Time seems to be on the accelerator, and the time for the official performance will arrive soon.

The style of No. [-] Middle School is relatively modern, and there are also capable people among the freshmen. The songs and dances are staged in turn, and there are drama sketches, and there is no peeing in the whole process.

The airline flight was still sitting at the end, and was called out to wait in line after watching a few programs.

Their program is called "Men's Style", which is arranged relatively late, and it is the hottest part of the whole party. The first half is the instructors' grappling and fighting show, and the second half is the military boxing of the aviation class.

There were too many people, and the backstage couldn't fit in, so they could only wait outside the venue, and then ran straight to the stage when the meeting took place.

The earth-shattering shouts and cheers of the instructors can be heard through the wall, and the super-burning BGM in the stereo is weak.

The boys were stunned: "Why are we ranked behind the instructors? There is a lot of pressure! If you don't play well with the instructors, you will lose face in the whole department!"

"Be confident, we can't play better than the instructor, it's embarrassing!"

"Don't be nervous, just practice as usual." Zhuang Wenyao encouraged everyone, "Our level is not comparable to that of the instructors, and the audience will certainly not be able to compare. As long as we are better than the students in the ordinary class, we will Victory!"

Don't forget that it's fine to make a joke with your actions, Zhuang Wenyao thought, but didn't say this sentence.

Zhang Yeran had a big heart, and echoed, "Brother Yao is right, let's treat it normally—"

Before the words fell, a long whistle sounded from the venue.

It's the signal that it's their turn to play!

All the people reflexively stood still, and Zhuang Wenyao called out the command: "Run—go!"

The boys ran onto the stage, staggering with the instructors leaving.

The stage is handed over to you, don't let everyone down!

After taking the stage, Zhuang Wenyao was a little confused.

During the rehearsal, the auditorium was empty.Now the bottom is full of people, hundreds of pairs of eyes are staring at them, and the muscles of the whole body are tense.

The stage is the place with the densest sound, and the music is so loud that their ears can hardly hear them. They can only use their muscle memory to play moves one by one, and shout out the loudest slogans based on their feelings.

It ended somehow.

Everyone almost finished the whole game with their brains empty, and saluted the whole team at the end. When they got off the court, they still couldn't hear anything and couldn't get in. They didn't know that the scene of hundreds of boys in camouflage punching exploded. , The neat and uniform movements without the slightest deviation add infinite momentum to boxing, and the loud and shocking slogans shake the heart and blood.

The cheers and applause rose one after another like a tide, and the students in the aviation class successfully completed their first appearance.

After leaving the venue, breathing in the quiet and fresh air outside, one of the tense strings finally relaxed, and the whole person was numb.

Unexpectedly, the instructors were still waiting in line for them.

Except for the company commander who led the team, the rest are the instructors of the ordinary class. They don't meet much, but at this moment they feel a very familiar feeling of intimacy.

"Good job!" The instructor patted Zhuang Wenyao on the shoulder in a rare and pleasant manner, his fierce eyes softened by the night, and they passed over the tired and excited faces of the children one by one.

"Company commander, are you leaving?" Zhuang Wenyao couldn't help asking, anticipating the impending separation.

The instructor sighed softly, breathing heavily: "Yes."

"Company commander, please don't leave—we don't want you—" Zhang Yeran dragged his throat in the queue.

The instructor then sullenly said: "It's outrageous! How can there be such a reason!"

But they are really reluctant!

At the beginning, I felt that every minute and every second in the military posture was like a year, but who knew that the time would pass so quickly!

"Why, do you want to have another military training?" A young instructor behind laughed and said, "You have a good sense, and you are very suitable for joining the army!"

"That's right," another instructor echoed, "Don't be reluctant, we'll see you in the army!"

The hearty laughter of the boys echoed in the empty and quiet campus.

"Take a step to the right—go!"

Zhuang Wenyao yelled the password without warning, everyone didn't know what to do, but instinctively obeyed the command, took a step to the right, well-trained and uniform.

"Let's go - go!" They walked among the instructors.

"Stand, stand!" The formation staggered and stood still.

"Left, right—turn!" Stand face to face with the instructors.

"salute!"

They saluted and hugged each other, deeply engraving this friendship in their hearts.

……

After the boys bid farewell tenderly, they returned to the auditorium. They had already missed a show, which was the hot girl group dance performed by the ladies and sisters in the ordinary class.

Their program was relatively late, and now the penultimate finale program is coming to an end. It is a poem recitation by the teachers of the teaching and research group.

Since the freshmen have not formally started classes, they do not know many teachers, especially in aviation classes with closed training and information occlusion.But it is not difficult to feel the intentions of the teachers. Liu Ling, who usually doesn't dress up very much, also put on a long skirt and dress, which attracted everyone to snap pictures.

"Happy time is always short. Before you know it, the party is coming to an end."

It's still the host lady, the backbone of the school's radio and television, and she also presided over the previous senior report meeting.

"Tonight, we are gathered here to celebrate the high school freshmen who have passed a week-long military training trial and officially become a glorious 'No. [-] middle school student'!"

"There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, hang the clouds and sail directly to help the sea! Next, please enjoy the chorus, "Nanping Evening Bell" brought to us by the seniors and sisters of Class 1 and Class 2 of the second year of high school!"

The already high atmosphere in the full length reaches its peak in an instant:

Zhang Yeran was very pleasantly surprised: "It's two experimental classes! The top students actually took time out of their busy schedules to give us a show!"

Zhang Rui also said: "The seniors and sisters are too kind!"

Volunteers pushed the chorus stage on the fourth floor, set up the microphone, podium and piano, and the seniors and sisters of the two classes entered the arena in a neat queue.

The experimental class, the two classes with the strongest science scores in the second grade of high school, is also known as the "Student Class", which is really no exaggeration.Their walking postures all reveal a refined temperament, just standing together, the aura exuded can calm down an impetuous heart, and make people's emotions peaceful and stable.

Formal school uniforms in No. [-] Middle School are regular shirts, trousers for boys, and knee-length skirts for girls. There are gender differences in the style of shirts. The men’s style has a pointed collar, and the women’s style has a round neck and waist.The color scheme of light water blue and dark navy blue is more bookish, giving them the introverted, reserved, tenacious and passionate character of the students of the Republic of China, which is fascinating.

Zhuang Wenyao's eyes lingered on them for a moment, and even started counting the number of people: because he didn't see Lu Zhiheng, so there is nothing left!

It was obviously not his own show, but Zhuang Wenyao was even more nervous than himself when he was on stage. It was not until he saw that familiar figure that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He Mang and Lu Zhiheng stood at the end of the queue with some distance between them. The last two entered the stage, but did not stand on the chorus stage. One walked to the piano and sat down, and the other came to the front podium, turned his back to everyone, and put The back is left to the audience.

It turned out that Lu Zhiheng was the conductor!

The oversized shirt was spotless and refreshing, outlining a figure that was as thin as bamboo and tall and straight as a benchmark.

For example, Zhilan Yushu wants to make it grow in the ears of the courtyard.

A good-looking person, even if he only shows the back of his head, can make people feel that he is good-looking.

At that moment, Zhuang Wenyao once again realized why Lu Zhiheng's back was known as "the most beautiful back".

And his face is not bad.

After everyone returned to their seats, Lu Zhiheng slightly turned his head towards He Mang.Although no one can see it, they can all imagine the meeting of their eyes.

The white and bony hands are raised before the sound of the piano, and then fall back. The arms are opened at a good angle. With the melodious music, it attracts people's hearts to open and close with the rhythm, like the ebb and flow of waves:

"I hurried into the forest, and the forest was full of clumps."

"I couldn't find his whereabouts, I only saw the tree shaking the wind..."

"I hurried into the forest, and the forest was full of clumps."

"I can't see his whereabouts, I only hear the Nanping Bell..."

"Nanping Evening Bell~" (harmony part: "ah~~ah~~")

"Send with the wind~" (harmony part: "ah~~ah~~")

"It's like knocking, knocking, inside me..."

"Nanping Evening Bell~" (harmony part: "ah~~ah~~")

"Send with the wind~" (harmony part: "ah~~ah~~")

"It seems to be urging, ah urging, waking me up, lovesickness dream..."

It awakened my lovesickness dream.

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The lyrics are excerpted from the song "Nanping Evening Bell", written by Chen Dieyi