There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Strolling on the way to the classroom, looking at this ancient campus, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the trees are shady, and the teaching buildings are well-organized. Everywhere is full of vitality and looks more elegant and quiet, but he does not know such peace How long can life last.

Maybe it's time for him to remind Song Lin to leave. Not every persistence and hard work will pay off, and leaving is also for a better future.

These two have been in a strange mood for the past two days, especially Song Lin who has been holding the book in his hands in silence. We have no way to explain it. We can only try to keep the two of them in the middle during the big class.

Zhang Guoqing nodded slightly, We'll talk about it when we go back.

When they arrived in the classroom of this class, three or five students were discussing with books, among them Song Lin was impressively present. It was time for dinner, and Zhang Guoqing knew at a glance that these nerds must be talking about suspicious points in the experiment.

Seeing Zhang Guoqing and the others coming in, their eyes lit up and they were about to speak.

Shen Yunshi hurriedly raised his hands and shouted to stop, Are you gods? Go to dinner quickly, class will start later.

Why don't we eat it?

Shen Yunshi took out the lunch box from the drawer, knocked on it, Let's go, I won't get any good things when it's too late.

Song Lin and two classmates took out lunch boxes and tickets and handed them to them, and they didn't refuse. They often brought meals to each other, and they were used to it, especially during this time, everyone helped pack Song Lin's lunch boxes.

Zhang Guoqing waved to them, walked to sit among the remaining students.

Old Ban, I don't know if the train tickets are booked this time, you can help us to check. I want to leave early the morning of the day after tomorrow.

Zhang Guoqing said with a smile: Okay. I'll inquire later. How many of you are going back to your hometown?

Everyone nods.

Zhang Guoqing looked at Song Lin. In his impression, this gentle boy was always smiling, like a melancholy boy. At this moment, his expression was full of worries and melancholy.

After chatting for a while, one of the students stood up, Sit down first, I'll see if they swallowed my breakfast, why haven't they come over yet?

At the same time, the classmate laughed happily, and followed him out of the seat, I'll go with you. It seems that there must be a lot of people today, and we will also go to help.

Zhang Guoqing watched them leave, and turned his head to look at Song Lin. He was thinking about how to speak? If the other party misunderstands that he dislikes him as a drag on the class and drops out of school, that would be bad.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Guoqing thought about the opportunity and would not come again, and it would be inconvenient to talk about some topics when some students came in. He glanced at Song Lin who was hesitant to speak.

Xiao Wu, did I drag everyone down?

look! This kid really has such ideas.

Zhang Guoqing smiled consolingly at him, There is no burden or burden, we are all classmates. Everyone is happy to help, but I am worried that sometimes I can't help myself.

After finishing speaking, he frowned and glanced outside. He didn't expect someone to come over so soon, and the footsteps were getting closer. He turned his eyes on the poor child again.

Zhang Guoqing lowered his voice, Try to find your parents during the holidays.

Song Lin's eyes widened when he heard the words, his lips were tightly pressed, and he silently looked at Zhang Guoqing's serious face.

Zhang Guoqing glanced at one or two classmates who appeared outside the door. He gave Song Lin a meaningful look, and the two looked at each other.

He immediately turned his head and said to the students who came in pointingly: The weather is really sultry, is there a dark cloud in the morning? I think it will rain soon.

Hehe...the summer in the capital is like a child's face, just come when you say it.

Zhang Guoqing smiled at them and said, That's right. If it doesn't rain today, it will rain cats and dogs in two days. You must wear umbrellas just in case.

Song Lin's eyes flickered, he clenched his fists, looked at Zhang Guoqing's back, and said softly, Thank you for your kindness. He remembered what his grandfather said, that he should really leave, and he could no longer hesitate.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Edge has never been tried.

He has too much unwillingness, but he also knows that he has to succumb to reality. In the past few years, he has been struggling constantly, trying to integrate into the society and the collective, but apart from the class, other places are easier said than done?

Who is Zhang Guoqing?

Having been classmates for so many years, Song Lin thinks he knows his class monitor very well. He will definitely not be alarmist, if he can remind him, the situation will only get worse, otherwise he will not take the risk.

Song Lin pondered over what he meant. There will be a downpour in two days, right? He sighed secretly, and looked around the classroom with nostalgia.

Listening to the voice behind him, Zhang Guoqing smiled silently.

It never occurred to him to thank him. He just did what he wanted to do. He also felt that it was because of the family heritage of a gentry that it was impossible to say something because he couldn't send a grandson away, otherwise it would be useless.

After Zhang Guoqing sold out his vacation, he started to devote himself to the student union and class meetings again, and didn't talk to Song Lin any more. Instead, he happened to see his calm face and normal behavior, so he was happy for him.

When Yi Jiefang returned to school, the rain had passed and the sky cleared. He looked a little depressed and decadent in his wet clothes. Before he could change his clothes, Zhang Guoqing directly asked him to sell the leave to the teacher.

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Looking at his bewildered face with wet hair, Zhang Guoqing couldn't stop laughing, and whispered softly, Tomorrow is a holiday!

Yi Jiefang opened his mouth when he heard the words, rubbed the dirt off his trousers, dropped his luggage, whistled lazily, and ran out with a sad face in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Guoqing kicked his luggage bag, shook his head with a smile, desperately helped him carry it upstairs, slapped Yi Jiefang's dormitory away, and threw it on the ground.

In the dormitory, only Yi Jiefang, a roommate, gnawed on steamed buns made of Sanhe noodles. The other party swallowed it and pointed to the stool, Sit down first, where did Dayi go?

After Zhang Guoqing sat down, he looked at his lunch box curiously, You haven't come home these days? Why? Your mother didn't bring you food?

Don't mention it. My mother seems to have gone to another place for a meeting. My father is not at home. I am too lazy to go back. There is no one at home.

Then it's a holiday or not going back?

The other party shook his head, Go straight back to my hometown, my grandfather sent me a letter not long ago asking me to go and accompany him.

Zhang Guoqing only knew that this guy's house was full of blue clothes, but his mother was in the same unit as Cheng Ruzhu. I heard that he lives in the government compound, but I really don't know where his hometown is.

What about you? Are you going back to your hometown?

Zhang Guoqing said with a smile: We must have different paths. The implication is that it is useless for you to ask.

It's true, although Northeast, Shaanxi, and Northern have North, but they really can't go together. After the other party finished speaking, he couldn't stop laughing.

Wan Dayong had heard Zhang Guoqing's voice in the dormitory next door a long time ago, but he couldn't wait for him, so he came over to have a look... Well, this buddy is chatting again.

Cousin, have you bought a ticket yet?

The other party rolled his eyes at him, I'm Tang Sheng, not my sister-in-law!

Wan Dayong waved his hands indifferently, It's all the same, the name is for people to remember.

Zhang Guoqing laughed happily on the sidelines. The child's real name was shouted by the accents of his classmates from all over the world, and his face was changed beyond recognition.