In the afternoon, the first-grade students of Bengang No. 6 Middle School were taken to the playground to line up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The students didn't know what to do, and walked to the playground one by one without heart and lungs, talking and laughing.

Lined up, Mr. Shen of the teaching office appeared on the rostrum on the second floor with a connected microphone with a seat, this image is very weird, the bottom of the placed connected microphone is a little big, he holds it with one hand, and holds the microphone of the microphone with the other hand.

"Attention students, attention. Who's going to talk again? Back to the classroom, you don't want to participate in today's event. If you can't participate in such a meaningful activity, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Okay, class three, class six, line up the line, what do you look like, you are students, a glorious student in junior high school, how can you act like a little gangster? Hurry up, hurry up, line up. Yes, that's what it looks like.

Today, well, ahem...... Spit. Today, well, today, in the afternoon, we will hold a meaningful event, a meaningful event that our school has been persevering in since its establishment, and the event will be held in the afternoon. ”

The students below stood crookedly, the adjacent students kept eyebrow-to-eye, teasing each other with their eyes, and the class teachers stood behind the students, whispering.

"Why do you let him say anything, the school is really, what kind of play can this old Shen say?"

"I'm in a hurry when I hear it, you said he used to teach like this when he was a substitute teacher? ”

"Students, we are the successors of the new era, we were born under the red flag, the red flag will accompany us to grow, so to carry out some meaningful activities, it is beneficial to our growth, students should be serious, serious treatment, to show the face of middle school students in the new era, to learn knowledge in the activities, to get insight.

Why is our motherland rich and strong, why is our people great, where does our beautiful tomorrow come from, and why are our activities called meaningful? This is something that every student here needs to think about seriously. ”

"Oh my mother, why is this old Shen so willing to speak, fortunately he didn't become the principal, otherwise he wouldn't have to go to class. ”

"Be quiet, students. ”

"The student is not stupid, oh my God, what time is this going to be talked about? It's been ten minutes, and I haven't said a word of business. Hey, I heard he's going to go down? I'm going to the political science department, that Zhang, no. ”

"Oh, what does it have to do with us, let's not talk about it, just listen. ”

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"Therefore, this is a serious, positive, and epochal activity, and students must correct their thinking, correct their attitudes, obey commands, and draw strong spiritual meaning from it, and think,"

"What so much nonsense. I don't know who shouted in the pile of junior high school students, and the students boiled with a roar, and the already crooked queue immediately became chaotic, and everyone stretched their necks to look in the direction of the voice, discussing, and laughing.

Zhang Xingming also looked over, listening to the sound should be the place in the second and third classes of the junior high school, but no one knows who it is, this kind of thing is that the people standing next to the shouting students will pretend not to know, just cover their mouths and enjoy it.

Both boys and girls appreciate this fearless spirit, and no one will be a second dog.

"Who—who? stand up. At such a sacred and solemn moment, there is such a student, what kind of attitude do you have?"

The teacher pile was also in chaos, and several female teachers bent over with a smile and squatted on the ground.

The male teacher also stood there with a smile on his face, and no one went to look for the student.

The door of the rostrum opened, and a middle-aged teacher with a dark face and a serious face walked out, it was Teacher Zhang, the teaching director who was about to take office, and the students called him Zhang Heizi behind his back, cutting his hair that was rare in this era.

He took the microphone from the thunderous Teacher Shen, coughed, and said, "Okay, don't laugh." Suddenly raised his voice: "Queue." ”

The students immediately lined up and stood up.

"The time is almost up, so there is no need to delay the time, and the head teachers lead the team, start the class, and set off. ”

The first class teacher gestured and shouted a few words, the first class began to turn and walk towards the school gate, the second class followed, and then the third class and the fourth class, one team after another walked out of the school gate under the leadership of the head teacher.

On the podium, Mr. Shen was still talking angrily, but Mr. Zhang ignored him and took the microphone inside, and inside the rostrum was the office of the physical education group.

Here, when the students left the school gate, four rows changed to two rows, with one tall in front, following the teacher.

I don't know why when I go to school, the queue is always high in the front, so that the teacher can still see the students behind?

More than 400 people lined up in two columns, the front ones all walked to the police station, and the back ones were still in the school yard.

The teachers silently walked beside the students in the class one by one without interest, and the students didn't have to go to class, one by one, they were cheerful, talking while walking, and the neighbors were still fighting a few times from time to time, and the teacher didn't care.

In addition to the head teacher, there are also several physical education teachers, and the rich teacher of the Youth League Committee is also there.

Teacher Fu was talking to other teachers as he walked, his eyes looking for the students, until he found Zhang Xingming and smiled at him.

After the police station is the vegetable market, from the vegetable market through the upper hill is the club, and then down the slope, there are 36 households, open-pit mine office building.

This is the main road, there are more cars and people, the teachers reorganized the team, and everyone walked up the road.

Zhang Xingming glanced across the railway, the newly built residential area was already under construction, the white building had been built, and the welfare house to be divided was a red building, and there was a road between it and the house.

At the end of the road is the water plant and boiler room.

In the previous life, Zhang Xingming lived here for a few years.

This side is relatively open, the wind is strong, the snow on the ground is swirling and flying, the students are shrinking their necks, most of the female teachers cover their faces with their hands, and the taste of being blown on their faces by the wind is not pleasant.

The male teachers didn't care, chatting cigarettes and talking quietly as they walked.

Mining office building, fleet, comprehensive plant, machine repair class, mine hospital, canteen, dormitory, guest house.

When they finally got to the place, most of the students were sweating on their heads. Mr. Fu said a few words on behalf of the committee, which is nothing more than what kind of place this is, why it exists, and that students should remember history, cherish the memory of martyrs, and know that today's happy life is not easy to come by.

Then it's time to visit.

Most of the students didn't know where it was doing.

There were not many people who could enter at one time, and the door was not big, so the students lined up in two columns under the leadership of the teacher to enter and come out through another small door.

Most of the inside is full of bones, and only a passage is blocked by iron chains on the side against the wall, and some old photos and related information are pasted on the wall.

didn't tidy up, the bones were piled up on the ground in a mess, and a pair of hollow and depressed eyes stared at the crowd that walked in.

The timid student clutched the clothes of the people around him, covered his mouth with his hands, and leaned over to look at the bold ones.

There are many boys with clenched fists.

"Kill little Japan. ”

"Fuck me, how many people are going to be killed, little Japan has to be killed. Exercise. ”

"It's just a little more, there are some in the mountains behind, and now it's all buried. ”

After all the students had gone in and walked around, the teacher organized the students to rearrange the line and walk back along the way they came.

This time I went straight to the Mine Club.

The students of the second and third years of junior high school had already arrived early, and the buzzing and talking in the club was extremely noisy.

Sit down according to the teacher's instructions, the lights dimmed, and the school leader walked onto the stage with the microphone, spoke a paragraph, and then began to play the movie.

"Tunnel War", Zhang Xingming said in his heart that it was fortunately not "Little Soldier Zhang Ga", I watched that movie twice in elementary school, once in the Guo family's mineral processing club, once in the old club in the open air, and now it is changed to the video hall. It's all organized by the school.

"Tunnel warfare, hey, tunnel warfare, ambushing millions of divine soldiers, hey ......"