The photo of Jiang Hongshao's appearance on Youth Day still made waves among the students of the city's No. 1 Middle School, and many people didn't care about the content of the activities in the newspaper at all, but simply because of the girl's appearance to observe and comment.

Most of them sighed, "Rongcheng No. 10 Middle School, a top student from a perverted school, looks very beautiful...... I thought there weren't many good-looking students in this school......"

"You don't understand this, although the base may not be as big as that of ordinary schools, and most of them may not know how to dress up because they are busy studying, but it is often in places like Rongcheng No. 10 Middle School and No. 27 Middle School, and it is even more rare to have a beautiful and talented girl......! Well, it's the same as ginger red peony. ”

"Also, I haven't seen so many people around ...... usually."

In the era when the Internet was not yet developed, such waves were more pure than the many complicated information that exploded in later generations.

The most surprised, trance and sigh is probably the person who knew her from the old junior high school before, and suddenly, this former classmate seemed to have reached a height where they looked up.

Liu Ying, Yao Beibei, Yang Xia and other children of the old Huatong compound often talk about this topic when they meet, but there are not too many accidents, some people are very good in themselves, it is the scenery elsewhere, and occasionally imagine each other's life, and I also feel fascinated.

Rongcheng No. 10 Middle School is a key school, this is a platform or window, many youth activities in Rongcheng and the province, it is normal for people from this school to come out.

In their small city, even if Shanhai No. 1 Middle School is a provincial focus, there is no way to compare it with Rongcheng, the provincial capital that radiates the whole province. So when they saw Jiang Hongshao on the newspaper media, they were still happy for her, it was the pride and small pride of being friends, and sometimes there would be a faint emptiness and melancholy, which may be a touch of space and distance between each other that is getting farther and farther away.

Once upon a time, their joys and sorrows were the same. And now, they have the excitement here, every day is full of twists and turns, but vigorous, half-term exams, art festival performances, each of which has left a deep impression. And Jiang Hongshao also has the excitement of her world.

The brightest friends live elsewhere, and their lives are still in this small city, where they grow and mature every day in their hometown.

A high art festival performance, after Christmas, the end of the year is coming, generally during this time everyone is also panicked, the New Year's Day school is not unified activities, at most in the New Year's Eve evening self-study time each class to make their own decisions, arrange a class meeting activities and so on.

Some classes have joined forces to do small activities. Some classes just sing and perform a show in the classroom, and the atmosphere is generally very strong on New Year's Eve.

But there are also some classes, there is no festival atmosphere, still normal classes, Wang Qi is sitting on the podium of class six, overlooking the bottom, there is only the sound of rustling strokes and writing below, and outside is the sound of laughter from some classes, and all this is insulated from class six.

The whole class of Class 6 was doing a set of test questions, and everyone had a layer of resentment on their faces......

Later, at the end of the evening self-study, Song Shiqiu was called to the teacher's office, Wang Qi stared at his face, and said, "The specific time has come down, and the final exam of this semester is on January 20." Since the half-term, you have been grasping it from beginning to end, on the other hand, Cheng Ran, engaging in a band, this and that, getting carried away...... Beat him down this time, and you will take the first place in the grade?"

Song Shiqiu is very calm, this kind of calm temperament is also Wang Qi is more satisfied, like a snow leopard that is very ready to be ashamed, not ostentatious or violent, the scar it has suffered has become a kind of qualification and glory, it raises its sharp claws, firmly and strongly tiptoes close to the prey, this time it is thunderous.

Song Shiqiu said in a low voice, "'Choose C'...... The last time I took the first grade, it turned out that I chose C and wrote such a song, so you can imagine how carried away he was. ”

Wang Qi said coldly, "Yes, I have been teaching for so many years, and I have never seen such a shameless first place!"

Song Shiqiu's eyebrows twisted, "In the past, there were people like this in the school...... I haven't always been ahead of the curve. It's just that people who often come to learn with this attitude can't even see their names on the first page when they get to the final ranking table...... It doesn't matter if everyone else, I'm just playing well. ”

Wang Qi's triangular eyes wrinkled, and he laughed, "Yes, don't care about these inconsequential people, the grades are your own, take the test well, and give full play to it, I believe that you stabilize your mentality, keep a normal heart, consolidate what you have learned recently, and improve the assault, just that kind of student...... How can I compare it to you?"

Although Tan Qingchuan won a big victory in the half period, but the matter of subdivision has not yet begun to be thoroughly implemented, this year to raise funds to build a house, the school has its own land, take the land use certificate, apply to the above, find the design unit to design the construction drawings, the workers' congress to discuss the plan, the opinions of the competent unit, through the labor department to verify the list of personnel, the municipal housing reform office to confirm that the project is qualified, will be issued a collection notice, the problem is that the housing reform office here has objections to the design drawings, in the process of modification of the design drawings, the process has been dragged out, resulting in the final has not come to the process of collection and fundraising。

Since we have not reached the last step, it is not necessarily that there is no turning point. If Song Shiqiu can become the first champion in the grade in the final exam this time, the weight will be heavier than Cheng Ran's half-term, as long as Song Shiqiu can surpass Cheng Ran, Wang Qi feels that there is still hope for the rest of the matter......

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December 31, 1997 was a Wednesday.

On New Year's Eve, after evening self-study, a crowd of students poured out of the incandescent-lit school building and scattered to all corners of this small city.

At this time, Chinese New Year's Eve is not as particular as in later generations, and probably only the most developed provincial capital, Rongcheng City Center Square, will have students from various universities hammering each other on the square with inflatable hammers, and there will be excessive fights every year, which is not serious, but it always has to make the police mobilize the public.

As for small cities like Shanhai, there are not many such activities, most of the students have to go to class, and after class, they will honestly go home, at most on New Year's Eve to see the mood of the city government, sometimes it will be like the official fireworks during the Spring Festival.

But there are firecrackers on the road from time to time, and there will be occasional restlessness on the way to school, and the fireworks standing on the road erupt fire trees and silver flowers, adding a bit of the atmosphere of the coming New Year in the cold air on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Cheng Ran looked at the young faces around him, and saw that he didn't know who threw a cannon at the feet of the group of girls, and the girls scattered in the explosion, Yao Beibei, Liu Ying, and a group of girls were angry and rushed to the initiator while chasing and shouting "I'm going to kill you!"

Those old low-rise houses, the messy antennas in the distance, and the rising fireworks stained the sky red, and also stained the faces of Yang Xia and others around him shouting "Wow! look, look!"

Those faces were frozen in time, if he hadn't seen this scene again, Cheng Ran would have almost forgotten that he had such a moment.

For most of the people who grow here, it seems like that's what happens at the end of each year...... They've been in this little city for countless years. I once thought that the three years of high school were very long, and it seemed that it was the longest period of my life, but in the blink of an eye, ten years later, twenty years later. Only to realize that the three years that I once thought were so long that there were no boundaries were just a few fragments and moments in my life that I looked back on.

And between these blink moments and fleeting fragments, it seems that countless three years have passed like this.

Where are the people who watched the fireworks with you on the streets of the Ming and Qing dynasties twenty years ago?

Cheng Ran, who travels back in time and space, seems to have the power to answer this question without immunity.

Ten years later, twenty years later, those things have nothing to do with him at this moment. No matter in the future, people have compromised the edges and corners through wind and frost, and their hearts are full of holes...... At this moment, they are still teenagers here.

You don't have to listen to the laughter of youth and envy. There is no deep grass and trees in the city, and it is in a prosperous metropolis, but it is like a lonely city.

The singing of "1997 AD" came from the side street, "A hundred years ago, I watched you leave, and a hundred years later, I look forward to you returning to me...... Calling you again and again, my 1997 ......"

Yang Xia, Yu Xiao and a group of boys and girls talked about the "Love Century" starring Takuya Kimura and Takako Matsu, which was broadcast by Fuji TV at the end of the year and was evaluated by many people in later generations as "no more love dramas in their eyes".

And the girls are collectively poisoned by this drama, that posture, the later "Meteor Garden" can be compared, Yao Beibei specially asked his mother to set up a membership in the rental video store, and on the weekend, he took this film from the boss for the first time and called a group of girls to watch it day and night behind closed doors, at this time Yao Beibei was still dancing with his eyebrows, " In the first episode of the Love Century, Takako Matsu cut Takuya Kimura's hair short, and this one cut almost half of the hairstyles of young men in Tokyo, because after the first episode was broadcast, the entire young people in Tokyo basically had the same short hair as him!"

Takuya Kimura in this era is indeed a hot mess in Asia, just looking at this group of girls with flying eyebrows, I don't know what kind of expression Takuya Kimura will have when they announce their marriage in the next two years.

Bang!

Fireworks burst into the sky.

Cheng Ran suddenly sighed with emotion, and when he came back from rebirth, it seemed that the past half a year had come to an end.

In this year, there are great movies, the death of great men, the return of the port city that has witnessed history, the prophecy of the horror king, and many things that change the world are sprouting.

There was also a murder in Shanhai City, he and a girl tracked down a group of vicious criminals in the jungle of Shanhai City, and was also admitted to the first high school, rescued Xie Houming, and mobilized his father Cheng Feiyang to reorganize and establish Fulong Company.

In a city where there were not as many high-rise buildings as later generations, there was no light pollution, and the PM2.5 sky was the first and only time people at the end of the century saw Comet Halepop.

The comet is gone.

It's like life moving forward without stopping.

On New Year's Eve, fireworks explode in the sky, and the occasional sound of firecrackers can be heard throughout the city.

In the last letter sent to Rongcheng at the end of the year, Cheng Ran put pen to paper like this.

"1997 has passed and I miss it a lot......"