If you can, put the book on the shelf, it is convenient for you and supports me, thank you very much!

There are only a few days before New Year's Day, time is very urgent, and they all belong to the kind of people who want to do the best, so on Sunday morning, Huang Jingping asked her father's opinion and came to Feng Yiping again.

In the room of the single boys, a beautiful girl came in, it seemed to be brightened all of a sudden, Wang Changning habitually wanted to enter the room again, Feng Yiping pulled him, on New Year's Day, the two of them had to face dozens of people singing, and now there is an audience.

Feng Yiping always felt that Huang Jingping felt very comfortable when she came here today, and after a little adjustment, she adapted to the presence of a third party, oh, it shouldn't be said that there was a third party, there should be an audience present, and she started singing softly.

Not to mention, after yesterday afternoon's practice, she played a lot better, in fact, this song is not difficult to sing, the difficult thing is the cooperation between the two of them, now let go of each other, not how good it is, but the effect is okay, if you score it, at least you can pass.

Huang Jingping wanted to find a book to see, and as soon as she flipped to the two books that Feng Yiping read yesterday, she turned a few pages and saw that they were boring and awkward terms such as growth rate, inflation rate, interest rate, etc., and she was a little big for a while, and then looked at the "ordinary college textbook" on the cover, she was a little curious, and asked Feng Yiping, "Why are you reading this now?"

Feng Yiping, who was used to fritters later, opened his mouth and replied, "Don't look at these now, where will you have the money to marry a wife and have children in the future?"

As soon as the words came out, I felt that something was wrong, and I was busy apologizing, "I'm sorry, just kidding, I'm just interested in something and a personal hobby." ”

Huang Jingping was just a little embarrassed, but when she heard him say this, she inevitably thought a little more, stopped talking, and went to listen to the song with headphones.

The winter morning passed quickly, just like this, and it was almost lunch time, Wang Changning came over to ask for advice, "What to eat at noon?" he asked with a smile, and at the same time looked at Huang Jingping, who was sitting at Feng Yiping's table, with deep meaning.

"Just eat a hot pot, it's easy and convenient. conAd1();” Feng Yiping said.

"That's okay, it's just that there aren't too many dishes, so it's better to buy some. ”

"I'll go," Feng Yiping went to ask Huang Jingping's opinion, and it was not easy to drive people away when they were all eating.

"Well, I'd better go back, and my dad will wait for me to eat. ”

"Let's go together, I just want to buy some vegetables, or you just ask your dad, come over and eat together, eating hot pot is only when there are many people. Feng Yiping said.

"Okay," Huang Jingping said, "I'll try,"

Feng Yiping went to the vegetable market where there were only a few stalls and swept it, bought some cabbage rape, vermicelli tofu skin and the like, and there happened to be a very suitable shop that sold handmade fish balls, and he grabbed two catties.

When he returned to 502, he didn't expect Huang Jingping and his father to really come, and there was still a bag of apples on the coffee table, thinking that Huang Chengzhong was embarrassed to eat white food empty-handed.

Huang Chengzhong didn't want to come, what was the point of having dinner with two little guys who didn't know each other well? But he could see that his daughter, who had always been well-behaved and obedient, seemed to be a little interesting.

This matter is a bit tricky, and I stopped it categorically, it is estimated that my daughter will not be able to get off the stage, and this method is too rough, so when I think about it, it is better to take the opportunity to understand more, maybe my daughter is wishful thinking?

As long as you are a person who mixes in the public, whether you are famous or not, you have a very good set of thinking people.

During the meal, Huang Chengzhong paid attention to observing, although Feng Yiping was actually the youngest among the three, one year younger than Huang Jingping and Wang Changning, but he was the most mature when he spoke and acted, and even overmatured.

He thought it was a little strange, it was not pretending, it didn't look like a fake, and if a child could pretend like this, it would be too deep!

So he was somewhat relieved, and he didn't ask Huang Jingping to go back with him after dinner, and let them do their homework together. conAd2();

After finishing his homework, Feng Yiping became interested, since there are many people today, let's make dumplings, but he dug a pit for himself! Those two had a lot of fun, yes, they had a lot of fun, except for being able to help when chopping the stuffing with the noodles, other times, it was purely for fun.

Huang Jingping is the same, the dumplings wrapped out are so varied, but she still thinks she is good.

However, such a scene made Feng Yiping vaguely feel like he was living a life.

The things made by themselves, they tasted fragrant, and the package was a bit much, Huang Jingping took some back to offer treasure to her father, and Feng Yiping cooked it in one pot, filled a thermos bucket, and brought it to school to cook dinner for Xiao Zhijie.

They were playing around making dumplings in the afternoon, so they went back to school very late today, and they didn't leave until almost five o'clock, Wang Changning rode his own car with Feng Yiping, and Huang Jingping rode Feng Yiping's Merida.

When she arrived at the school gate, it was already dark, Huang Jingping returned the car to Feng Yiping, and resumed her seemingly gentle look, but rejected people thousands of miles away, and walked towards the classroom alone.

Wang Changning pushed the car and asked Feng Yiping, "Girls change their faces so quickly?"

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This year's New Year's Day happened to be a Saturday, and the school brought the evening party forward to Friday night in consideration of the Saturday holiday for the first grade.

After the fourth class that afternoon, all the classrooms were in a commotion, and the class cadres led people to surround the desks in a U-shape, and the tall ones stepped on the tables, or carried a thin one, and the ribbons with balloons hung on them passed through the beams of the room, and pulled two diagonal corners of the classroom.

The blackboard reads "Happy New Year's Day" in large floral letters, and a small string of colored lights hangs above it, while the girls put words and cartoon images on the window panes.

All of this, although simple, was purchased for the first time in the class after collecting class fees. conAd3();

Those students who usually like to run around are more active today, running all over the school, and coming back from time to time to report the progress and characteristics of other classes for everyone to adjust.

At half past seven, everyone sat down in a noisy manner, and Zhou Liwei, the class leader, and the members of the living committee carried a few black plastic bags, and put two oranges, a few sugars, and a handful of melon seeds on each of the tables facing the blackboard.

Then the two of them put a large handful of melon seeds on the table, and as for the rest of the sugar, all the girls sitting in a pile were given to them.

Huang Jingping's second uncle, Teacher Huang, who teaches politics, was the first to arrive, followed by mathematics, physics and English teachers, and finally, Teacher Wang accompanied Vice Principal Zhang in.

With a burst of applause, Zhang Qiuling and Tang Shaokang appeared on the stage, but in the cold day, Zhang Qiuling was wearing a skirt, I have to say that she is really dedicated, she has a very ruddy face, and she also smeared blush on her cheeks - this is the feature of the host's makeup during this period, even in the TV station.

Tang Shaokang was wearing a suit of Mao suit, and he didn't know how many catties of oil were smeared on his hair, in short, the flies on it couldn't stand.

These don't matter, listening to the two of them say seriously, "It's the season of snow flying again, the golden rooster is coming to spring, at this moment of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, our big family in the first class of the second grade is gathered together...... ，”

Feng Yiping covered his face with his hands, he really couldn't bear to look at it directly, but the voice still stubbornly drilled into his ears, "Looking back on 1993, we are proud ,......"

Tsk, it's a cold day, and I also have goosebumps.

Fortunately, there is no bad habit of inviting leaders and teachers to speak on stage in the school first, they finished the opening speech, and the show was officially staged, and the first program was the boys' chorus, "Singing the Motherland".

It is estimated that there is not much joint practice, uneven, not like a chorus, like multiple singing. Most of the people in it are also still in the stage of changing their voices, so it turned out to be the rock version that Feng Yiping was worried about.

However, at their age, in the ravine and ravine, where there is little entertainment, the students still applauded warmly.

The next shows are all about the same, nothing particularly brilliant, and nothing very embarrassing.

Feng Yiping can't stand it the most in the interval between the shows, the two hosts have a true scripture, learn what the hosts on TV say, learn to sensationalize, he really can't watch these, when he watches on TV, he can change the channel or mute at this time, and now he can't do anything, so he sits there and twists around, uncomfortable, just looking forward to getting to his program quickly, and then going out to breathe.

Their "Prayer" was the ninth program, and when they saw him and Huang Jingping on the stage from both sides, there was immediately a round of applause.

In fact, the two of them are somewhat similar, they both seem to be gentle, but in fact, they don't deal much with everyone. For example, Feng Yiping got closer to Xiao Zhijie, and then communicated more with Feng Wen and Wen Hong in the row, and as for the other students in the class, they were all general friends.

So, there are very few opportunities to see the other side of them.

In the face of the dozens of people below, Huang Jingping, who was on stage for the first time, seemed to be a little nervous, while Feng Yiping had no pressure, and waved his hand to the left and right very handily before the music started, and said in Cantonese, "Thank you!" There was immediately cheering.

As the music sounded, the two of them played quite normally, after all, they had been practicing seriously for several hours, and they sang this four-and-a-half-minute song smoothly.

They actually took advantage of it, because this song has not been released for a long time, not many students have heard it, and the melody itself is beautiful and beautiful, so at present, their show is the best one, and of course it is also the one with the most applause and cheers.

Even not long after they started singing, some students from other classes came over to join in the fun, and some people shouted in the corridor, "One more!"

Of course, he and Huang Jingping had zero communication throughout the whole process, Vice Principal Zhang and the teacher were sitting below, you learn from those male and female stars who sang on the stage to gaze affectionately, and then take a few steps hand in hand to try!

Bowing to the audience and returning the microphone to Zhang Qiuling, Feng Yiping quickly slipped out of the back door, and he didn't know which class it was, and when he passed by, he slapped him on the shoulder without seeing outside, "Feng Yiping, sing well!"

Huang Jingping, who had already stepped down and returned to the middle of the girls, looked at Feng Yiping's back and sighed softly.

The dormitories and teachers' buildings were dark, but the classrooms on both sides were bustling, with either singing, laughter or applause coming out of each classroom.

There are a lot of people like him wandering in the corridors, all watching which class has a good program, and they stay there for a while, and many teachers are also like this, wandering from one class to another.

When Feng Yiping came back from shopping, the teachers who were sitting there had also changed, and Vice Principal Zhang didn't know which class he went to to catch up with the field, and now the director of teaching was sitting there.

I don't know if it was discussed in advance, Zhang Qiuling shouted on the stage and asked him to come to one, the opportunity was rare, and everyone followed suit. The teaching director also rarely obeyed everyone's request, and came on the stage with a break dance, which is a classic glass wiping.

has always been serious and old-fashioned, not close to people, the teaching director in his forties suddenly came to such a paragraph, and the contrast won a full house on the spot, and the degree of popularity seemed to overshadow the duet between Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping.

In short, tonight's school was full of laughter. Although the level of the program is not high, it is purely for self-entertainment, but such a night can be regarded as a few highlights in everyone's boring and tense junior high school life.

It was on this happy evening that a girl in the third grade, under the pretext of watching another class's program, snuck out to her peers, and soon caused an uproar.

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