Although it is cold at the end of December, it is the coldness that is eager to move towards joy.

——This is mainly because as the days go by, the two festivals are getting closer: one is Christmas and the other is New Year's Day.

At Christmas, friends exchange gifts to wish for peace, and New Year's Day represents the New Year's Day party and the hard-won three-day holiday.

Either way is exciting.

And today is Christmas Eve, and the price of apples has skyrocketed a few days ago, and the exquisitely packaged ones even cost 50 yuan each.

Almost everyone has an apple on the table. The school does not promote foreign festivals, but the festival atmosphere among the students is already very strong.

After the second monthly exam, the New Year's Day programs of each class entered intense rehearsals, and a large number of self-study classes asked for leave in a grand manner.

The program of Bai Juan’s class is a folk music ensemble with the No. [-] class next door. More than a dozen little girls are wearing beautiful Hanfu and playing antique music. The people are beautiful, the pictures are beautiful, and the music is even more beautiful.

During the evening self-study, Bai Juan replaced Shen Zhizi, who was going to the rehearsal, to take charge of discipline on the podium. Suddenly it was dark, and the school's power was cut off.

During the brief silence, the screen lights of the mobile phones of some boys in the back row were awkwardly reflected on their faces.

Bai Juan stopped writing and waited suspiciously, but the power did not recover.

Instead, cheers exploded from floor to floor.Very well, one more happy event at the end of December.

Class [-] is considered the calmest class, and the other classes are like wild horses running wild, rushing out of the classroom in an instant to tell each other, or slapping the table and stepping on the stool.

Bai Juan went out and saw that the whole school was dark, and the students, who had no intention of studying, got an excuse and became even more unscrupulous.

In the midst of joy and chaos, the feeling of mystery and the unknown shortens the distance between people.

Ever since, Bai Juan was overwhelmed by the crowd.

He was trampled to nowhere by the joyful classmates, so he quickly leaned against the wall.

"The power is out! School is over!"

Before the teacher came to preside over the order, everyone rushed back to the classroom to get their schoolbags.

Bai Juan was in a daze, a beam of white light shone on his face, and Bai Juan's eyelashes fluttered quickly to avoid the light source.

The other party asked: "Bai tired?"

The light moves away from his face, and the light from below illuminates the other's face.

The light from the angle of death elongated the shadows of the facial features, making it look a little scary.

"Jiang Qingyan?" Bai Juan asked.

Jiang Qingyan turned off the light of the flashlight and pulled up Bai Juan's sleeve.

"Why are you standing here?" Jiang Qingyan pulled him out of the tight encirclement.

"The power went out?" Bai Juan asked.

"power cut."

Jiang Qingyan didn't know where the flashlight came from, and it was shining in front of her. When the light flashed across the classroom of the second class, it was almost empty - as the most active class, they left one by one without nostalgia.

This kind of atmosphere was ignited, and the rest of the classes had their backbones, and they braved up and prepared to leave.

"If you don't hurry up, the power will be restored!"

Bai Juan was also slightly infected by the restless atmosphere.

"where are we going?"

"Go home, how do you learn when the electricity is out?" Jiang Qingyan smiled, "If you dig a wall to borrow light, there must be light next door. It's so dark that you can't see anyone."

Bai Juan looked at the scattered people running towards the school gate.

"But the teacher hasn't come yet."

"Nonsense, we can leave when he comes..." The light in Jiang Qingyan's hand flashed over Bai Juan's face, and Bai Juan's serious expression made him change his words immediately, "No, what I mean is, instead of being in this blackout It’s better to go home and learn.”

"After all, you can't see anything, and you can't learn even if you want to."

Bai Juan retorted: "Don't you have a flashlight, you can learn with this."

Jiang Qingyan: ...that makes sense.

Jiang Qingyan couldn't find a reason for a while, but Bai Juan suddenly agreed with this statement.

"But it's really hard to study here if it's like this, you wait."

Bai Juan turned back to the classroom, and Jiang Qingyan showed him the way with a flashlight.

There are quite a lot of people in the third class classroom, but they are basically chatting. Several lamps are on, but the power is low and not too bright.

Ma Zhile stared dumbfounded at Bai Juan tidying up his things: "What's wrong? God Bai, you went back too?"

Bai Juan nodded: "I'll go home and study."

Ma Zhile was eager to try, and also tidied up her schoolbag.

"Then I'll go too."

The power outage lasted for a long time, Bai Juan couldn't see the desk clearly, grabbed two books at random, put on his scarf and left.

Ma Zhile was also ungrateful at first, after all, their homeroom teacher was on duty tonight, but Xindao had left Bai Juan anyway, so he happily packed up his things and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

But he was still two steps slow, and when he walked to the door with his schoolbag on his back, he just heard the familiar sound of high heels.

Teacher Dong, the teacher in charge of the class, scolded Ma Zhile with a small plastic bag, "What are you doing, what are you doing, school is not over." She grabbed Ma Zhile's schoolbag and rushed back.

Then she yelled out loudly, calling back all the little brats wandering around the door.

Bai Juan heard the head teacher's voice from a distance, turned around and knocked, but there was still a vague black shadow.

Jiang Qingyan said: "The head teacher can't generate electricity even if he is here."

Bai Juan saw that the electricity hadn't recovered, so he left with peace of mind.

Although the head teacher couldn't generate electricity, she brought good things.

"Students, there is a small problem in our school's power system, but it's okay, the leaders have already figured out a solution." Teacher Dong opened the plastic bag with the help of the flashlight of his mobile phone, and it was full of candles.

All kinds of bottle cap-sized candles were handed out, and the students couldn't laugh or cry for a while, it was too much effort.

The squad leader, Shen Zhizi, had just brought the students back from the rehearsal classroom in the dark, and she couldn't help but feel that it was not very humane.

"Teacher, I think the next class just left." She said cautiously.

Teacher Dong didn't take it seriously, but her tone was cold: what about our class?Tap to see who's not there. "

The candles were quickly distributed, and each person placed two on the table. With some novelty, the students cleaned up all the books on the table, and the small candlelight gathered into a bright light.

On Christmas Eve, bright yellow candlelight filled the classroom, making the atmosphere even more eerie.

Shen Zhizi got up to check the vacancies in the class, but she slipped away several times while taking advantage of the chaos. What made her puzzled was that Bai Juan's seat was also vacant.

Shen Zhizi hesitated for a moment: "It's all here."

In this classroom, the sound of whispering, the sound of eating fruit, and suppressed laughter are mixed together.

Teacher Dong patted the table and said earnestly: "Everyone, don't think it's fun. You should seize every time you should study. If you don't believe me, go to the third year of high school. You can calm down and study under such circumstances."

Students: ...but we are freshman in high school.

While speaking, another burst of cheers erupted nearby, followed by the sound of chairs moving and footsteps.

Another person plucked up his courage and said, "But, the other classes are all over."

Teacher Dong adjusted his glasses: "That would be better. In the college entrance examination, everyone is a competitor. If you study a little longer than them, you will have an advantage in the final exam."

Class three looked at the other classes who gloated and left from the door: ... I really want to revolt.

Bai Juan left early, so naturally he didn't know what was going on in the classroom.Ma Zhile and Shen Zhizi also prevaricated by saying that he went to the toilet.

It's just that Bai Juan's class teacher still has some regrets, after all, the best person for her to instill chicken soup is not here.

Bai Juan hadn't seen Jiang Qingyan for a few days, so he looked at his wound first.

It's been almost a week since the injury, and Jiang Qingyan's hand has also healed a lot, and the original gauze has been replaced with a band-aid.

"what happened?"

Bai Juan realized that Jiang Qingyan had asked for leave for two days, and his aura sank a bit.

Jiang Qingyan had quite a headache.

After being framed by Ye Yang the day before yesterday, although the truth came out, the dean obviously didn't trust him, so he still called his parents to remind them to guide their children well.

If the hint in the words fell into his father's ears, it was another evidence of treason.

Fortunately, it was his mother who went home first this time. When she saw Jiang Qingyan's hand, she forgot to blame her.

It's just that after Jiang's mother and the class teacher Lao Chen talked on the phone, she didn't know what to think, and made an appointment for Jiang Qingyan with a surgical expert, and even contacted a psychologist.

If Jiang Qingyan hadn't come to school desperately, his mother would have suspended him from school.

It's just that his strong studious spirit made his mother even more worried.

Jiang Qingyan talked about the absurd experience of the past two days, but Bai Juan asked, "What are you smoking?"

Only then did Jiang Qingyan realize that Bai Juan didn't know about it.

Jiang Qingyan replied: "Nothing."

Then he deliberately sighed: "I'm just too unlucky."

The weather is very cold, but the stores on the main road are very lively. The beautifully decorated Christmas trees, bright lights and the ubiquitous "Jingle Bells" are full of festive atmosphere.

Bai Juan said: "

Today is Christmas Eve, you will not be unlucky. "

Before the words were finished, the motorcycle was speeding past the puddle, and Jiang Qingyan was walking on the outside, a puddle of black water splashed on his shoe.

Bai Juan was silent, and then he said: "It's okay, I was more unlucky than you before."

As a person who can only draw thanks for his patronage since he was a child, Bai Juan actually has a lot of experience in how to be unlucky.

Bai Juan said: "During the summer vacation, I fell on the flat ground twice a day, and had more than a dozen Band-Aids on my body."

Jiang Qingyan couldn't laugh when she heard the words: "Why are you so stupid."

Bai Juan continued to share: "One time I took an exam in junior high school, but all the pens were broken."

Jiang Qingyan: "I seem to have used this reason to hand in blank papers in junior high school."

Bai Juan glared at him: "I'm different from you. I remember that the ink was obviously full, and every pen couldn't write anything. It's unlucky."

Jiang Qingyan nodded: "Very unlucky."

The memories that made Bai Juan very unpleasant in the past, but now when he brings them up again, there is nothing but irony.

So Bai Juan picked another one with a little memory and said: "Last year, I often lost my textbooks. One week I bought three books in a row, and they disappeared the next day."

Jiang Qingyan frowned: This is no bad luck, it's clearly man-made.

"Why do you always lose books?"

Bai Juan shrugged: "I don't know." After speaking, he took out an apple from his schoolbag and handed it to Jiang Qingyan.

"Eat this apple and you will be safe."

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