There is no way to describe the playground at this moment, the scene that the whole school students saw.

Probably many years later, when someone recalls it, or one day when the Internet is developing and information is exploding, they see news similar to painting a cultural wall painting and making headlines, and they will feel that on that day in '97, it seems to tear open the dimensional wall, and there is a white hole or black hole there, where things that transcend the times appear.

At the beginning, everyone can clearly remember Zhou Tao, the principal of the first junior high school who has always been a reform radical and advocated that education should keep pace with the times, and the expression that was almost on his knees at that time may not have such an effect if it was just a blackboard wall.

However, this piece is a cultural wall, the height of the layout alone is two meters, if it needs to be widened, the entire wall can probably extend the effective painting layout to the height of the white wall of two and a half meters, of course, the general class students run the cultural wall, will not use the wall so extremely, most of them will only use the middle section of about one meter two strips, and Cheng Ran will be full of all this as a painting, this visual effect will be eye-catching.

Seeing this whole section, all the students who participated in the cultural wallboard newspaper were petrified and messy...... Such a row is placed at the school gate, compared to the nearly 100-meter cultural wall behind them, it is a small fight, it may be nothing when you look at it alone, and it can be said that it was killed in seconds...... It's like a small peak in the hills, facing a snow-capped plateau......

On some of the cultural walls, there are some articles carefully written by students who have won awards for calligraphy in the city, which are very intensively cultivated, and even the authors have careful thoughts in the hope of being selected and commended. But after such a picture of the comet is revealed, it doesn't matter anymore, who cares if the calligraphy is timeless and beautiful, and whether the paper-cut layout is ingenious......

All ingenuity was smashed into slag.

Some people even want to complain and denounce it, can they still do a good job of reporting it...... We set up a board to recruit whoever provokes whom, and you will throw a core and pop it out at the top of the line...... This isn't even a scheming bitch anymore, it's just scheming as deep as the sea!

Seeing the violent agitation on this side of the Cultural Wall Square at this time, Cheng Ran frowned, was he a little too much......

I knew that it was still a little low-key, but I also blamed Lao Jiang, when he was running the cultural wall, he came up with various ideas and put himself on the shelf...... A large part of this effect is also her responsibility.

And those other class cultural wall authors who are "competing on the same stage" with him, if you know Cheng Ran's current thoughts, I am afraid that you will have to vomit a mouthful of blood.

"By the way, what did you just want to tell me?"

Liu Ying was pulled back to reality by this sentence, her stunned eyes came back to her senses, and she saw Jiang Hongshao turn around and ask her.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing," Liu Ying paused, and finally couldn't help but say, "This is, the cultural wall ...... you and Cheng Ran ran did after school in the afternoon some time ago?"

"It was painted by Cheng Ran, and I made the paint. Jiang Hongshao said.

"Did he really draw it...... You already knew...... He can paint like this......"

"At first, I was a little skeptical, but then it became more and more interesting......" Jiang Hongshao looked at the wall and smiled, "It's really good, isn't it?"

"Well, that's good...... Very good......"

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"Fake, right...... How is this possible...... It's Cheng Ran who can draw it......" In the crowd, Yao Beibei's eyes widened, and she looked at this wall without blinking, she has also learned painting since she was a child, but compared to the works at home, she has lost a few chips in terms of the sophistication of brushwork...... This is even more incredible than Cheng Ran was able to write that poem at that time.

Zhang Xiaojia reminded softly, "We have seen with our own eyes that Cheng Ran often goes to the ...... behind this construction site after school."

Yang Xia looked at Cheng Ran, who got down from the stool, but was already bombarded by everyone's eyes at this time, and then her eyes slowly moved and stayed on Jiang Hongshao at the other end.

That's what it is...... He, Yu Xiao, and Jiang Hongshao, had worked together behind the building slab......

Imagine them discussing and discussing together, and then little by little they will draw this piece of layout that will cause such a sensation in the whole school.

Suddenly, a strong emotion was born in Yang Xia's heart.

Can't say what...... It seems like some envy...... and slight unwillingness.

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"Which class is this? The third and fourth classes of junior high school, oh, Li Chop, Li Chop, Li Chop...... This is painted by the students in your class?" Zhou Tao said excitedly to the group of school leaders behind him.

Someone had already pushed Li Chu out.

In fact, when I saw the author, Zhang Ming, and Li Shu, they were all the same surprised. When Li Shu walked over, he looked at Cheng Ran under the cypress tree, and then changed his humble expression to greet Zhou Tao.

"Zhou Xiao...... The students in our class can do it, right?"

The other grade class teachers around here all glanced at each other, and the belly slander in their hearts, can you do it, look at the situation around you, don't you have any points yourself, so tight?

"You guys, how can you be willing to wipe the school culture wall in the future......" Zhou Tao looked at it, admired, and pointed around with his hand, "It's a pity that it's just a cultural wall, I want to make a window to install protection!"

At this time, it was already clear that Cheng Ran was the author, and Zhou Tao beckoned to Cheng Ran, "This little classmate must have won honors in painting before...... Could it be that you studied under a famous teacher?"

Although Zhou Tao is a native of Shanhai City, he graduated from Rongcheng University in the capital city in the early years, and later worked in the education and cultural system, and had two choices back then, to continue to stay in Rongcheng and serve as the vice president of the Academy of Fine Arts, or to return to Shanhai City and serve as the principal of the first middle school. Zhou Tao chose to return to his hometown Shanhai to work, which was still very famous at that time, and he was also a literati himself, and he also had a lot of intersections with many local cultural and artistic celebrities, so it can be said that famous painters knew him. Seeing that his students have such outstanding people, this doesn't seem like he can figure it out at first glance, and he subconsciously wants to ask where his teacher is.

"Uh...... I haven't won an award, and I haven't studied in anyone's hands......" Cheng Ran told the truth.

The atmosphere was awkward, maybe this student didn't tell the truth, for a mature principal like Zhou Tao, many times it is also a skill to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and he directly ignored the past, as if he hadn't asked that sentence at all, and said kindly, "Let's take a photo with us......"

After taking a group photo, the class bell rang, and everyone returned to the classroom one after another, and the hustle and bustle finally calmed down.

On the boulevard, after all, only the men and women in suits and skirts of the school leadership group remained.

Zhou Tao turned to the crowd, "I have a hunch about this work, and I will definitely ...... it."

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After that, people saw that the school's logistics construction was rushing to build a shed above Cheng Ran's wall, although it was very simple, but at least it could protect the wall from rain erosion in the short term.

Later, there would be students who did not see this picture after the flag-raising ceremony, and under the craze of spreading the word to the hundred, they went to the square to observe it in their free time, so that basically every class during recess and free activities in physical education class, there were several layers of people around it.

Later, the selection team of the Municipal Propaganda Department arrived the next day and accompanied the school leaders to inspect together, which is also a later story.

That night, many students who saw the cultural wall that day, no matter where they were distributed in the city, which courtyard they lived in, and which building they lived in, all came to their own balconies, or went to the open air where they could see the starry night, and looked up at the light track overhead.

Including Liu Ying, including Zhang Xiaojia, including Yao Beibei...... Of course, it also includes Yang Xia, who finished his homework, left from the desk, put on a light coat, and went straight to the roof of the unit building.

The light in the sky is so dazzling. The comet has its own orbit and continues its journey.

And Yang Xia felt that this was just like the life of each of them......

The one who amazed the whole school today...... Perhaps he has a talent that has not been shown or neglected since he was a child...... But that's the worst part...... Because today's exam-oriented education, which judges heroes by grades, will not care about your outstanding talent, and in the end, it will only be the results of the main subjects that will determine success or failure, and determine your fate and stay.

She, Yang Xia, was aiming at No. 1 Middle School.

And Cheng Ran's track will eventually deviate from ...... Fall......

In fact, on the balcony of his house, Cheng Ran was also looking at the sky.

In fact, he is also reminiscing about the picture he has painted today, many years after his previous life, and he once thought about how to keep the emotions when he saw Comet Hailepop, those good years and beautiful things.

In fact, there is no way to keep it.

All the best things will only be in the memories, and what will be stored there forever is the things that are gone, and there is no return.

The painting of the cultural wall is to use his own way to remember, to record this scenery and life that he once missed and can meet again now.

There is no way to keep it, so please be a little more gorgeous, a little more brilliant, and experience it again with someone who can imprint you deeply in your mind.

His right hand rested on the railing of the iron and steel pipe, and his fingers curled up, rhythmically knocking on the guardrail.

At the same time, humming in his mouth is a melodic ballad.

"In a small town......

The years passed......

Clear Courage......

Washed memories......

I remember you......

Live proudly......"

Well, in the 800th year of the light that came to the world, the Roman Emperor Charlemagne was crowned and ruled Europe.

In 960 A.D., Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Qiao mutinied, proclaimed the emperor, and named the country "Song", the most brilliant dynasty of ancient Chinese science and technology culture, but also the most painful and full of obscure aftertaste.

In 1095 AD, Pope Urban II delivered a speech at the Council of Klemont, which began eight crusades that lasted for two hundred years.

In 1519 A.D., when the light was near, Magellan set sail for the world.

In 1672, when the light was near, Newton discovered the law of universal gravitation, which laid the foundation for modern science.

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The light came in 1997 A.D.

He Cheng Ran......

Rebirth came into the world.

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That light and this planet have gone by mistake, and it will be another 2,000 years of journey.

Too long.

In this life, seize the day.

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The new volume opened, and the writing was a little slower, knowing that your hands were bleeding, should you come to Band-Aid~

Maybe the mood will change after voting :)