Chapter 120: The First Middle School at That Time

When Xia Qing came to the hotel, he had already seen the ice on the road, and many pedestrians were thrown to the ground.

She looked at Tranquility and said, "You probably won't be able to go back today, the road is icy, and if it's too slippery, will it be closed?" ”

"Ahh

Tranquility's surprised expression widened her eyes, and she suddenly seemed to have lost the ability to organize her language, and she didn't know what to say.

"I just looked at the weather outside, and I probably can't really go. Jiang Hao said.

"I'm sorry, do you want to be busy with something?" Tranquility said in a somewhat guilty tone and with a very aggrieved expression.

"I, I'm fine, I'm idle, aren't you going to work?" replied Jiang Hao.

Tranquility finally relaxed her expression, he was afraid that Jiang Hao would say something, and she would feel guilty in this case.

She smiled and said that she could find a colleague to lead the class, and go back to work hard for a few shifts, but it might be a little difficult to complete the sales performance.

Sitting in a hotel in such a weather seems to be boring, Han Bin proposed to go to his alma mater for a walk, wanting to see the footprints of youth that he once left.

Hearing Han Bin's proposal, Tranquility stood up very excitedly and urged everyone to go out, facing the heavy snow, stepping on the ice, and rushing to the road of Tongzi No. 1 Middle School with a smile.

The camphor trees on both sides of the riverside avenue have long been wrapped in white snow, the hills in the distance, the ground under their feet, are full of snow, the whole city has no other taste, except for the white expanse, that is, the cold and biting wind, which seems to have been understood by everyone.

The pedestrians on the road were walking cautiously, and Xin was afraid of falling down.

The shrill sound of horns on the road kept coming to my ears, passing through the air, looking up at the intertwined wires, cables, and billboards standing tall overhead.

At the crossroads of Wenhua Road, the sparse crowd stood quietly, waiting for the traffic lights to flash in the distance, and at the crowded intersection, everyone had different hearts and different dreams, and at the moment when the green light was on, they continued to move forward, and continued to love life and this different era with different moods.

The People's Square was unusually quiet, and the grandparents who had been practicing Tai Chi every day had already been trapped at home by the heavy snow, and only a few three or five pedestrians were still crossing the empty path.

The plum blossoms in the square have followed the deepening of winter, and the high-spirited yao stands in the heavy snow, and the fragrance of flowers comes with the cold wind, as if it is promoting her momentum of boiling bones.

Standing in the corner of the square, you can already see a few big characters high in the distance (Tongzi No. 1 Middle School) He is like a majestic leader, standing there motionless, but how many people's dreams set sail here, and how many people have struggled for days and nights in order to be closer to these words.

The quiet eyes have already looked at it in the distance, there is no excitement, there is no end, there is just endless emotion in the heart.

I still remember the ignorance of the first year of high school, and soon the tense atmosphere of the third year of high school, I still remember the self-introduction in the first class, and in the blink of an eye, I said goodbye in the third year of high school.

"Can we go in? It's all on vacation now, right? There shouldn't be a teacher here. Han Bin walked up to Tranquility and said.

He put his hands on his waist, and looked at Tongzi Yizhong in front of him with a pair of confused eyes, like every figure who was confused on this street in those years.

"Lao Chen is here, he took the graduates again this year, called him, asked him to pick us up at the door, and the security guard will definitely put us in. Xia Qing said.

Xia Qing's Lao Chen is the homeroom teacher two years ago, he has a serious appearance but a kind heart, with the passage of time, his hairline has not known where to go, so he also has a funny nickname in the mouth of students: "Mediterranean"

The security guard at the door was really still so dedicated, and he stopped them immediately, and his mother-in-law said bitterly that he would not let them in for a long time.

Xia Qing shook his head helplessly, still took out his mobile phone, dialed the phone number that had not been broadcast for a long time, and it was still the familiar note (the terminator of good days).

She couldn't help but laugh when she saw that note, Han Bin looked sideways at his phone and read it again, the terminator of a good day.

"Do you know what I used to save my homeroom teacher?" Han Bin looked a little proud.

"What's there?" all eyes were on his answer.

"Tianshan Tong's grandmother! With her explosive temper, she can damage people's hearts at any time. "Really when everyone was chattering, Lao Chen had already walked over from the playground in the distance, and his unhurried pace still hadn't changed, but his hair was more Mediterranean.

From a long distance, I saw him smiling, coming to the snow, his hands were a little red from the cold, and he kept waving above his head.

"Oh, Director Chen, it's your student? Can't you just make a phone call? When the security guard saw Lao Chen's arrival, he nodded and patted his ass.

Ning Jing looked at the security uncle with a pair of strange eyes for a full minute, and thought in his heart that he would really be a sycophant, just now he said that he was Lao Chen's student, and he was still stopped outside.

"Come on in, it's so cold, what are you doing. Lao Chen looked at Ning Jing and shouted loudly, although he was old, the skill of the Hedong lion's roar had not diminished at all.

The grass in the flower beds had been covered with heavy snow, and occasionally a few yellowed leaves showed half of their faces on the snow.

The basketball hoop in the playground is still frozen because of the snow, and it hangs like a transparent pearl.

The figure on the basketball court comes to mind, and I still remember your shadow on the basketball court in those years, every time he makes a move and a look at halftime, she can know whether he wants a towel or water.

Lao Chen and Lin Jiajia chatted endlessly, although they couldn't hear the content of their chat clearly, they could feel it from the laughing expressions and pleasant atmosphere, and they chatted quite happily.

Because of Lao Chen's graduating class, he also accompanied his classmates in the hard work during the winter vacation.

Xia Qing looked at the classmates who bowed their heads and wrote vividly in the classroom, and thought to himself, now you must have the same idea as I did back then, thinking that if you work hard now, it will be easy when you get to college, it is all a lie, and there are still graduate school entrance examinations waiting for you when you get to university.

This study is like life, students think that it will be easy after high school and college, but when they get to college, they still have the graduate school entrance examination, and they think that it will be good after graduation, but after graduation, they have a job, a job, and marriage and children waiting for us to .......

It turns out that life has always been all the way to work hard, all the way to struggle, and you can't indulge yourself at any time.