Private school two or three things

We all know that children... always grow up very fast.

The curly-haired shirt can no longer fit, Takasugi's clogs are too small, and even the big toe of the wig girl (?) is dangling outside the socks.

You think that time is taking a leisurely walk, but it sneaks away with a smile when you accidentally flash.

Song Yang looked at the group of little ghosts in the private school who were mocking each other for their weird outfits, and reached out to touch his chin.

Curly was woken up in the afternoon.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was high and the clouds were light. The trees in the yard cast sparse shadows, enveloping the sleeping kid.

It's a great time for a nap.

So the curly hair with twitching eyebrows decided that if there was no reason for the wig, he would bury the unsightly black hair under the cherry blossom tree.

Thanks to the thick nerves of the wig, he pulled the curly hair to the gate of the courtyard unscathed under the sharp eyes from behind.

Songyang turned his head and waved to them.

"Come here."

That was Curly's first photoshoot, and it seemed that it was also the first time for all the little ghosts in the private school.

Just like meeting an idol, the little ghosts sort out their clothes.

Too small?It doesn't matter, maybe you can see the newly trained muscles; some pull their sleeves.Too short?It doesn't matter, you can't see it if your arms are retracted; some are messing with their hair.Too messy?It's okay, just wipe the messy part to the back.

The girls are more delicate, and they also thought of rushing to the door to pick a few wild flowers and put them on their temples.

For a while, there was chaos at the gate of the courtyard.

Curly was a little dazed, he moved behind Zimao and asked quietly: "Where are you going to play?"

Zimao turned her head, a pair of emerald green eyes gleaming: "It's a photo. I want to take a photo with the teacher."

Curly suddenly realized what the man holding a big box at the door was for.He quickly pawed at the bird's nest-like head shape twice, hesitating whether to spit on it to fix the shape. (…)

Finally, the little devils made themselves feel like they could see people.Standing in a pile with bundled hands and feet, their faces were stiff.

The person holding the camera burst out laughing.

Songyang also smiled, tilting his head slightly, looking at the little devils in front of him: "Relax, just smile."

The little ghosts opened their mouths neatly.

Curly looked back, and the cold hair on his back burst instantly.

you!Are you really making a ghost movie? Hey!Scary really scary!Please stop laughing like that!I beg you, I really knelt down and begged you!

Nima, the atmosphere is as vivid as a bunch of handsome men waving to me! (The son of Kayako in "The Grudge" usually has a dead expression on his face.) And then?Where is Sister Jiaye?Where is sister Sadako?Will they crawl out from behind you?Is it really okay for them to be so dedicated in broad daylight? !You will be cursed if you take this kind of photo, you will definitely be cursed!

Now even Songyang couldn't bear it anymore.

It is said that the teacher with an immortal temperament turned his back, trembling slightly with a smile.

The camera man with his mouth crookedly smiling wiped his tears, stepped forward and bent down, and said, "Why don't two or three people take pictures first, to find out how you feel, what do you think?"

The little ghosts thought about it and nodded.

The purple hair in the crowd boiled.The green eyes blazed brightly.

Two people------

He pushed away the little middle point who was beckoning to him, flashed over to pull his girl, and walked faster and faster... He was about to grab the teacher's sleeve...

"Jinsuke—!!"

The wig Kotaro with his big toe still in broad daylight jumped out of the gap in the crowd in a lightning-quick and distorted posture, casting a light silhouette in the sun, and then at an incredible angle ...and threw down our future great governor ==

That kind of posture that surpasses the limit of the human body, I really want to ask how the wig is swollen...

Putting aside the last question for now, it is said that the purple hair was thrown to the ground by the wig, and the dust and weeds were eaten enough, but the brain has not turned back.I just feel that I have already pulled the teacher's cuff. Why did heaven suddenly turn into hell?

And then...and you all get the idea.

Being overwhelmed to the ground or something, will Zimao allow it?So... wigs, do it yourself.

Just when Zimao rode on the wig and beat him up and screamed. (…)

The photoshoot is in full swing.

The girls leaned together to make a heart-shaped pose, the boys hooked their shoulders together to be good brothers, some grabbed each other's collar and grinned at the camera, some secretly kicked the person in front of them to the ground to monopolize the camera, and There are two people behind their backs to show their muscles.

Laughter, shouts, screams, annoyance, all kinds of voices filled the small Songyang private school.

Under the instruction of the teacher, Curly walked up to the two of them who were fighting regardless of you and me, and punched each of them.

God knows, he's been wanting to do this for a long time.Every time I see Zimao punching him and the wig in a noble and glamorous way, I feel envious, jealous and hateful.

Naturally, two pairs of angry eyes sprayed almost materialized flames on the curly head.

Unmoved, Curly flicked back the nose [beep——] that had been picked out, grabbed the back collars of both, turned around with difficulty, and showed a wretched smile towards the camera.

The other two are still a little confused, but they don't know that their silly expressions have been photographed.

Scratching his head, Curly walked back into the crowd.

The little ghosts had already found their sense, and they stood together with excitement in their eyes.

The camera man beckoned to the two who were still in a daze: "Come here, let's take a photo together."

"Crack."

The little ghosts in the picture all have a pair of sparkling eyes, flushed faces, mouths bent into cute arcs, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder.

It reflects the blue sky thousands of miles away, the Songyang Private School at the back, the awkward costumes of the little ghosts who leaked out and tried to hide them, and the grass clippings on the heads of a few maverick little ghosts.These distant times were finally left in the photos.

But if they knew that these beautiful and picturesque things would one day dissipate in the fire, would they still happily pose in all kinds of strange poses at the beginning?If you knew that such a day would be burned to nothingness one day, would you still stay here in the first place?

Curly once thought that he would live like this for the rest of his life.

It was only once.

After taking the group photo, Zimao let out an "ah" and said in a panic, "Teacher, you haven't taken the photo yet."

Songyang was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Ah, I forgot. Then I will trouble you one last time, Sakamoto-san."

"Hahaha, easy to talk about." The camera man, no, Uncle Sakamoto scratched the back of his head and smiled like a fool. He is really similar to his son...

Songyang walked over, and was immediately surrounded by little ghosts.

Everyone wants to squeeze by the teacher's side, and everyone wants to stand by the teacher's side. Among them, there are offensive faction represented by Zimao and defensive faction represented by wigs.

Curly was squeezed out of the crowd, twitching the corners of his mouth, considering whether to draw a sword or something.

In the chaos, Uncle Sakamoto laughed even more. He stretched out his thumb and asked, "Are you ready? 3, 2, 1..."

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"Huh?" Uncle Sakamoto looked at the camera and was stunned.He raised his head and said with a guilty smile: "...No, it seems that there is no film..."

It seems that the most precious photos have not been preserved, but they seem to have been preserved.

Who said you have to use a camera to take pictures, right?

That pair of shining eyes must have used different angles and different tones to keep all of this intact.

People are endless, and inheritance is immortal.

Seeing the little ghosts rushing forward and drowning Uncle Sakamoto, Songyang looked up at the sky and smiled warmly.

"Time..." he said.

Time is still walking leisurely, time has not run far.