McBacurie kept shaking her head, especially the screams of the boys, which made her very disgusted.

She didn't know that although He Xueyi's singing was average, she had fans and traffic!

This is an era of fighting traffic!

“…… The person who loves you the most is me, how can you make me sad, when I need you the most, I left without saying a word......" He Xueyi sang a sad love song.

Her eyes have been staring at the floor singing, her voice is indeed average, even a little out of tune, but full of emotion, when she sang to the last sentence, suddenly bravely raised her head, Wang Shiyi saw that it was a pair of tearful eyes, looking at himself movingly, he was completely moved, at that time I really wanted to rush up, help her wipe away the tears in her eyes, his feet have moved involuntarily several times, but in the end they were controlled by his tenacious will.

While she was singing, the prawn guest took a book in her hand, walked on the stage, and presented it as a flower to her idol.

Humpty Dumpty held a 2B pencil used in the college entrance examination in his hand, shook his body and walked up, after he finished offering the pencil, he wanted to hug, but He Xueyi refused.

The students laughed.

"Humpty Dumpty Toad wants to eat swan meat!"

"Humpty Dumpty, get the hell out of here!"

"If you pee on yourself, will people give you a hug?"

Wang Simin's eyes kept staring at him, and he directly spewed out two scorching flames.

One of the most important programs of the party was that the head teacher, Mr. Jiang, gave everyone the "last lesson" together, and everyone reset their desks, sat in their seats, and waited quietly.

Teacher Jiang got up and left first, straightened his tunics, walked to the door of the classroom, paused, held a Chinese book under his arm, and walked to the podium with the same calm steps as before.

"Class!" Mr. Jiang took out the textbook from under his arm and put it on the podium, his voice as loud as ever.

"Stand up!" the squad leader's voice was an octave higher than usual.

"Hello classmates!" Mr. Jiang's voice was still so steady.

"Hello teacher!" shouted the students in unison.

"Sit down!" Mr. Jiang's voice suddenly lowered, and he quietly turned around and gently wiped his moist eyes.

Some girls with rich feelings couldn't control it anymore, so they lay on the table and cried loudly, two lines of tears also slipped quietly from He Xueyi's face, and Teacher Jiang's back was blurry and hazy, like a sculpture, or a stone tower standing on the flat ground.

After a pause, Mr. Jiang stabilized his mood, turned around, choked up and said: "Students, in this last lesson, the teacher only said one sentence, 'Go your own way and let others say it!', I hope that you will strengthen your belief in life and create brilliance in life in the future." After he finished speaking, he took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box and wrote vigorously on the blackboard: Go your own way, let others do it!

Someone began to applaud, the voice came from behind, everyone looked back, it was Wang Shiyi, and when they saw the classmates turn around, his applause beat faster.

Soon, there was a round of applause in the classroom.

The applause of that day rang for a long time.

Everyone clapped their palms, not knowing the pain, the posture was to finish the palm of this life, and finally it was the head teacher Jiang who gestured with both hands, and the applause gradually died out.

Teacher Jiang closed his Chinese textbook on the podium, and said: "This class, maybe the shortest class in your life, maybe the longest class in your life, I can't talk about the end of class and goodbye, you are young people, you all like to sing, the teacher starts today, you sing along, after singing we will end today's party, okay?"

"Good!" replied in unison.

"That day we knew that you were leaving, we didn't say a word, get ready!" The students have never seen Mr. Jiang sing pop songs, his voice is high-pitched, his decent image is only suitable for singing, I didn't expect that he would lead the singing of Wu Qilong's song today.

"That day we knew you were leaving, we didn't say a word,......" The classmates sang loudly, the voice echoed in the sky above Chungcheng Middle School, for a long time, how many years later, Wang Shiyi returned to school, and this song would always ring in his ears.

In the midst of the song, Mr. Jiang carefully wiped the lectern with a blackboard brush, then sorted out the chalk box and blackboard brush on the podium, packed up his Chinese textbook, and left without looking back.

It was a class where the teacher didn't shout "end class" and the students didn't say "goodbye".

When the teacher left, the whole classroom fell into a terrible pain, and many girls hugged each other and cried in a heap.

"The teacher is gone!"

"Is our high school over?"

"Will we meet again?"

"We can't go back, we're graduating!"

Wang Shiyi drooped his head, looking at the holes in the inferior leather shoes he was wearing.

This is how the whole high school ended.

He had struggled, he had longed, and before today, he had never felt so sad about parting.

The four seasons of the year, outside the classroom door, like a strange passerby, hurried past him, irrelevant to him, this disregard for the change of years, until the last mock exam before the graduation of the third year of high school, he suddenly realized.

When the scorching sun shot like an arrow on the tallest teaching building on campus, Wang Shiyi suddenly realized that the season of farewell to the graduating class was really coming, and he also deeply felt that his days of listening to the teacher's lectures in the classroom were numbered, and he couldn't help but feel a number of nostalgia and regret in his heart.

That attachment is because the days of the past are too deep in the play, and that regret is the glimpse of the youthful days.

In June of that year, the plane trees on both sides of the campus were already higher than the windowsill of the dormitory on the fifth floor, and through the glass windows, Wang Shiyi could see them standing in the sunlight as a phalanx of longing, and the white birds were singing carefree in the woods, they did not study, and there would be no graduation season, so they were a happy group of birds in the full sense of the word.

The old-fashioned songs of the campus radio station, "Brothers Sleeping on the Top Bunk" and "Campus in Winter", always wandered over him like a summer breeze, and the sound passed through the new shoots of the plane tree, knocking on the glass windows of the dormitory.

In those days, in the tree-lined campus, it was common to see lonely and beautiful girls, sitting quietly on a stone bench in a corner, crying silently alone, for the lost youth, for the fragile love.

And a few energetic tall boys, sweating like rain, jumping up and down like monkeys, chasing basketball with all their might, they are as vivid as Mr. Jin Yong's characters on the concrete floor, provoking the onlookers of the junior girls to let out one piercing scream after another.

Don't think that girls with glasses will like interesting souls, you can see from the excitement and excitement they have when they look at muscular men, they are all appearance associations.