Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

A voice roared like a mountain roaring: "Leng Yanqiu, come on!"

As the first voice was heard, more voices gathered together: "Leng Yanqiu, come on!"

Do you think this is singing in the army?

The host turned to the school leader and asked a question, receiving a nod.

"Where is classmate Leng Yanqiu? Please come to the stage——"

Leng Yanqiu was gritting his teeth at this moment. Those little bastards were hiding quite deeply. Even with his useful hearing, he didn't notice the slightest clue and they were already set up.

Xinxin stuck out her tongue and made a palm seal: "Just sing a song, pick one you can sing, you usually hum beautiful songs."

"Dancing is fine too! I've never seen Sister Qiu dance before!"

"Martial arts, perform martial arts!"

Sister Qiu hasn't shown her power for a long time, and everyone wants to touch the tiger's butt at the last moment of their reunion.

At this moment, not only her class 3 team responded, but also the entire third grade team, leading the second grade team and the first grade team, each voice was louder and more uniform than the last: "Leng Yanqiu, come on!"

The teachers also started shouting and clapping in response to the rhythm, with bright smiles and light in their eyes.

Host: "Student Leng Yanqiu——"

Leng Yanqiu stood up, walked onto the stage with a serious face, and took the microphone from the host. Without the microphone, only Leng Yanqiu could hear the host's voice clearly.

"What kind of music do you want?"

"Casual!"

There was only one person left on the stage, he was tall and thin, wearing the same summer school uniform: blue pants with white stripes and a white T-shirt. His short hair was a bit unruly, and his fair skin looked particularly clean under the light. His almond-shaped eyes were as deep as a pool, and he had thin lips with a clear lip line.

She was not nervous and allowed others to look at her, allowing the boys and girls to sigh: "Sister Qiu is so beautiful!"

The good-looking guy raised his eyebrows and glanced around.

The whole audience was silent, everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation, waiting to see dancing or singing.

The music started, with simple yet varied notes and sonorous rhythms, coming like an undercurrent.

The audience was in an uproar, excited: "It's 'The Lone Brave Man', Sister Qiu is going to sing 'The Lone Brave Man'!"

"You are all brave. You are different. You don't have to hide your mistakes."

The singer who was best at telling stories through music had already sung a few lines, but Leng Yanqiu hadn't opened his mouth yet.

"Sister Qiu can't sing?"

The host was already gesturing to the sound engineer to lower the volume...

A voice suddenly struck like a bolt from the blue, and continued at a rapid speed. The sonorous rhythm of "The Lone Hero" was the background of the sound, and at the same time ignited the fire of war in the hearts of all the teachers and students present, from low to high, from weak to grand, the whole auditorium soon merged into a surging torrent.

"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns; have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening..."

Have you ever seen all the audience standing up, clapping their hands, hitting the table and repeating in unison "A fine horse, a fur coat worth thousands of gold, I'll call my son to go out and exchange them for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrows"?

"Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind, why not hum and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect you for the rest of your life——"

Yes, Leng Yanqiu did not sing or dance, she just casually led everyone to review the ancient poems that must be memorized throughout junior high school. There were also a few poems that were beyond the syllabus, but there were also many voices that could keep up with the rhythm. Some of the teachers with shallow eyes were already in tears.

This is a special form of farewell, everyone can release the highest volume, it doesn't matter if the voice is split; each poem contains their common memories, those classes where they laughed, cried and slept...

The surging climax gradually subsided when Leng Yanqiu used his ultimate weapon "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital". It's no wonder that the students couldn't keep up. It was too long and too difficult to memorize. The first and second grade students haven't seen the cruelty of Prime Minister Zhuge Liang yet.

Just like the great waves of life, some people can still continue to follow the sonorous rhythm, some suddenly follow and some suddenly stop, and some fall behind directly.

"I am a commoner, tilling the land in Nanyang, trying to survive in this chaotic world, and I do not seek fame and fortune among the princes—"

"Your Majesty should also make your own plans, seek advice, listen to kind words, and follow the will of the late emperor. I am deeply grateful for your kindness."

Leng Yanqiu turned sideways to face the teaching staff, bent down, still holding the microphone in his left hand, and put his right hand on his left chest to salute.

"Now that I am leaving, I burst into tears as I write this letter, and I don't know what to say."

The entire third grade of junior high school seemed to have suddenly pressed a repeat button. One after another, one after another, they bowed with their right hand on their left chest.

"Now that I have to leave, I am in tears as I write this letter. I don't know what to say. Now that I have to leave, I am in tears as I write this letter. I don't know what to say. Now that I have to leave, I am in tears as I write this letter. I don't know what to say..."

This is the best goodbye, remember your most beautiful appearance and your truest feelings.

The people in the auditorium dispersed, and the music was playing in a lonely loop: "They said that we should bring light and tame every monster. They said that we should sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns... Fight? Fight! With the loneliest dream, to the sobbing and roaring in the dark night, who said that only those standing in the light are heroes..."

It is said that it was Dian Shuai who pushed Leng Yanqiu to stand on the stage at the end of the party. He specially changed into the most decent clothes, a white shirt, trousers and tie, and prepared a bouquet of nine roses tied with baby's breath. It was not an adult proposal ceremony, but just to fulfill his dream. He wanted to send flowers and love letters to Leng Yanqiu when she was on the stage and was the focus of everyone's attention. It would be wonderful if she accepted it, but it was also reasonable if she didn't accept it, as it was revenge for the insult she had suffered.

But no one expected that after Leng Yanqiu went on stage and did such a thing, the whole audience recited with her for a full hour, and both teachers and students were injured. So many people cried that all nine roses were wilted by tears.

Because the time was taken up for an hour, the class skipped the process of returning to the classroom to write messages, and went straight to the graduation photo taking process. All students changed into school uniforms in a uniform manner...

Alas, so many classmates were trying hard to squeeze in to take close photos with Sister Qiu, and then took all kinds of photos and were reluctant to leave. The electric three-wheeled vehicle carried a group of female classmates who were taking photos endlessly and left the school gate.

You Dianshuai could only sing in his heart: "You, the shabby doll, your, the mask, your ego..."

Regrets can never be made up, so they can only be regrets forever.

Ding Guihua's originally planned vegetable delivery business was shelved again. Everyone thought she went to the hospital to take care of Wang Saozi and her son, but when she returned home, a big surprise broke out. After she came out of the hospital, she went to an agent to look at houses.

"Qiu'er, here, these are some real estate agents that Mom has added. They have houses for sale near various schools. You don't have to wait. Some are ready to move in. It all depends on which school you decide to go to for high school."

Going to the hospital for two days cost a lot of money. Before, she only dared to think about it and talk about it but never put it into action. Ding Guihua had long wanted to move out of the village.

Old Mrs. Leng felt that even breathing was unnecessary when she heard this topic. In her life, she had never left the area within a radius of twenty miles. The older she got, the more she feared being away from home, especially her loved ones.