Fake Slackers

After Director Jiang's speech, he went up to several school leaders one after another.

The sun is getting hotter.

"Looks like I'm going to distribute something later," He Zhao guessed, tall, standing up and glancing forward, he caught a glimpse of the cardboard box next to Director Jiang, "Looks like a book?"

Other schools do distribute books at the coming-of-age ceremonies, which are simple and rude, and each person has a "Constitution", but according to the size of this carton, it should not be able to hold such a heavy book.

Old Tang was busy organizing discipline, Xie Yu leaned back calmly, not quite hearing what he was saying.

He Zhao leaned over, and as long as he lowered his head further, he could touch the tip of his ear. He changed his mind, and then called him: "Old Xie."

Xie Yu was so sunburned that he raised his hand to cover his eyebrows.

"You are an adult, and you have grown up. You have to learn an important point."

The voice of the person behind him was low, and when he spoke, his breath hit his ear, this sentence was very similar to what Mad Dog said just now, Xie Yu didn't realize what he meant for a while, and asked after a pause: "What? "

He Zhao said, "Take responsibility."

"Ah."

Xie Yu's response was neither cold nor indifferent. According to his understanding of this person, it must not be a good word.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished 'um', He Zhao immediately said, "For example, you have to be responsible to your boyfriend."

"..."

It turns out that the fuck is this routine.

"I'm sorry," Xie Yu cussed halfway, but he didn't let it go, and broke his merits directly, "Can you talk well if you have something to say, is it interesting to go around?"

He Zhao just wanted to tease him, and when he heard this, he smiled and lowered his head, his forehead resting directly on his neck.

At this time, the last leader on the stage finished speaking.

Calculating the time, it was almost time to visit the memorial hall. However, the class teachers gathered at the cardboard box and didn't know what they were doing. After about 5 minutes, one of them came back with a stack of things.

—It was a thick dozen envelopes.

Old Tang didn't inform them in advance of this link, and Xie Yu was a little overwhelmed when he got the envelope.

"Xie Yu" was written on the cover of the envelope.

The handwriting is correct and elegant, very familiar, and one can tell it is Ms. Gu's handwriting.

"Where's yours?" Xie Yu said as he turned his head and saw that on the envelope in He Chao's hand, under the two big characters "He Chao", there was another line scrawled on it: I am your old man.

"..."

He Zhao also saw it, coughed lightly and said, "This is our old He, he has a lot of personality."

He heard Old Tang call He Zhao's father in the office before, Xie Yu thought he had a clear understanding of this 'Old He', but he didn't expect it far exceeded his imagination: "It's quite interesting. personality."

While talking, a sensational soundtrack was played on the speakers next to it, and a song "Grateful Heart" flowed out with electric noise.

All the students who received the letter were still in the circle, talking in a low voice:

"what."

"My dad wrote it to me?"

"my mother?"

As the squad leader, Liu Cunhao stood at the head of the queue and led the team.

"What the hell," he opened the envelope and read the first line, "to my dear son..."

Originally, there was a bit of joking in the words.

As a result, after he finished reading these words, he suddenly lost his voice.

After Old Tang sent the last letter, he stood beside Director Jiang and said, "How did you think of it?"

Director Jiang usually looks fierce and ruthless, but the more he speaks, the more delicate his thoughts are sometimes than Tang Sen, a Chinese teacher.The coming-of-age ceremony has been planned for a long time, and I want to make it special, so that these children can remember this day as much as possible.

Director Jiang sighed: "Some things are difficult to say at ordinary times. Maybe parents can communicate with them more by writing letters."

Xie Yu opened the envelope and found that Ms. Gu had written three pieces of paper.

The first sentence is "I love you".

For a moment, he seemed to see Ms. Gu holding a pen and sitting at the desk writing through these thin pages of paper.

——I love you, but sometimes love is also a burden.

I thank you too, thank you for coming to me.

Xie Yu's hands holding the paper tightened tightly, unable to speak, as if someone had suddenly pinched his heart gently.

A few girls in the next class couldn't hold back their emotions, and couldn't hold back their tears. They covered their mouths with one hand, and let out a few cries from between their fingers.

When these girls cried, the atmosphere became more sensational.

Sometimes the true and strongest thoughts in your heart are too embarrassing to say.

Xie Yu read two pages, then raised his head, stared at the tree not far away for a while, and then slowed down, and read the last page word by word.

Since you were very young, I can't help but think about your future.Think about what you will be like when you grow up, where you will go, what you will do. 360 lines, I have thought about them one by one.

It's time for you to think for yourself.

No matter what choice you make, I'm proud of you.

I just want you to be safe and happy.

"This is the end of the coming-of-age ceremony of Liyang No. [-] Middle School," Director Jiang took the microphone, and finally said a few words, "I hope that no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you can recall this day. All the touch and courage , and original intention."

"Now please follow the leading teacher in each class and enter the museum in order..."

The process of visiting the People's Memorial Hall was very quiet. I don't know if I couldn't relax from the ceremony just now, or I was speechless in the face of the heavy history.After visiting according to the prescribed route, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

It wasn't until they got in the car and went to a restaurant for dinner that the group became active again.

He Zhao raised his voice and said, "Let me clarify first, I refuse to sit at the same table with the sports committee later."

This time there are eight people at a table, and the meal basically depends on grabbing.

After He Zhao made his statement, Liu Cunhao followed closely behind, raised his hand and said, "I also refuse."

Luo Wenqiang was kicked back and forth like a ball. According to this development trend, he could only sit at the same table with Old Tang and the others: "Mouse, don't you love me! We agreed to love each other!"

"..."

After He Zhao took the lead to liven up the atmosphere, he didn't speak any more, put one hand in his trouser pocket, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

Even though it was dark in front of my eyes, the words in the old congratulatory letter still emerged little by little.

——I am also afraid that you will hurt from falling.

——But I believe in you even more, how can my son give up because of this difficulty.

In He Zhao's impression, Lao He is a very cool parent.In the past, I felt that this kind of education method was very inhumane. Whenever he fell, Lao He would never reach out to help him: "If you have the ability, you can lie on the ground for the rest of your life, and if you don't, get up."

Thinking of this, He Zhao vaguely noticed something moving on the side. When he opened his eyes, the fingertips of the kid next to him had been restlessly poking in a little along the edge of his trouser pocket.

He Zhao didn't speak, just leaned on the back of the chair and stared at him.

Xie Yu didn't dodge, and directly grabbed his hand.

Luo Wenqiang and the others changed the subject, chatting from dinner to the hotel: "I'll go back later and plan to do my homework..."

"Did you bring your homework? Are you a beast? Didn't you say that it will take care of itself!"

"I comforted you, can you believe the words of comfort?"

The food in the restaurant was not good, a plastic tablecloth was spread on the big log, and there were more than a dozen tables in one hall, and several shifts were crowded here, and the cooking tasted like a big pot of rice in the cafeteria.

Luo Wenqiang still sat at their table, causing everyone to panic,

He Zhao was worried that Xie Yu would lose face, and reminded, "Go straight to the chopsticks and grab it later, or I won't even bring you the leftover vegetable juice."

Xie Yu removed the chopsticks, not paying much attention: "He can try."

Everyone sitting at the table with Luo Wenqiang straightened their backs and stood ready, as if what greeted them was not a big meal, but a battle.

Wanda was sitting next to Luo Wenqiang. He felt that today's meal could be recorded in the annals of history. When other tables ate quietly and complained from time to time that the food was not to their liking, their table was in a state of chaos.

He Zhao threw his chopsticks straight away: "Fuck, Mouse, hold him up. Don't give him a chance to pick up food—"

"Wanda, don't eat, help me out," Liu Cunhao shouted, "Attack his life directly!"

Wanda was at a loss: "Fate Gate? What Fate Gate?"

Xie Yu: "Give him chopsticks."

Luo Wenqiang was attacked from the back and the stomach, so he could only be pressed down, and his cheek was pressed against the dining table: "Why are you doing this to me?"

The people at the next table were stunned: "Is this a meal? It's too intense."

Several people fought together, and finally kept the remaining half plate of grilled fish in the middle of the dining table.

Compared with delicate dishes, delicacies from mountains and seas, this big pot meal, and the chef’s shaking hands while cooking and adding a few spoonfuls of salt taste like the scene of a car accident.

What everyone doesn't know is that this taste has not been forgotten for several years.

The two-day itinerary was quite tight. After eating, we simply finished our repairs and then set off for the temple fair.

It's not as sweltering as in the afternoon. When getting off the bus, there are even a few cool breezes blowing along the lake next to it.

The South Temple is also a relatively distinctive tourist attraction in the local area. As the evening approaches, there are more and more people.

On the street, there are vendors pushing carts selling pendant accessories, red embroidery, and tassels hanging from the bottom, delicate and chic.

There are also old people who set up stalls and sell river lanterns, sitting with hunched bodies by the lake, stepping on bluestone steps.

The customs and customs here are completely different from City A, and it looks quite old-fashioned.

Old Tang was not worried about them. There were so many people here, and it would be completely dark in a while, so he asked several times if he had his mobile phone with him: "...OK, are you sure you have all of them? Then everyone can move freely in groups, and we will be at the door at seven o'clock. gather."

While Xie Yu was listening, someone patted his back suddenly.

He Zhao was behind him, mouthing "go".

"where to."

"Anywhere is fine," He Zhao said again, "Why don't you stay in this group?"

Xie Yu thought of the last autumn outing, and thought to himself, forget it, the crowd is too annoying.

As soon as Old Tang finished talking about the grouping, Liu Cunhao subconsciously turned his head to look for the two bullies, only to catch a glimpse of their backs.

Both of them were wearing school uniforms, and they matched each other very well.Not far away, He Zhao stretched out his hand without hesitation, and took Xie Yu's.