July 5th, the last day before leaving school.

After a few days, there will be a group of children who throw away their books and start crazy all-nighters, surfing the Internet, shopping, karaoke, traveling, they think they are finally free, but as everyone knows, in fact, what they left is TM is heaven.

The words are not rough, the reality is like this.

……

During the recess, Zhang Xue took a classmate directory and asked Farewell Chang'an to leave her a parting message.

Don't Chang'an thought for a while, and wrote: "The king of heaven covers the tiger, all of them are 985, and the river demons of Pagoda Town are all 211, I wish the college entrance examination a success!"

"Thank you. ”

"It's fine. ”

……

In the last class of the morning, the homeroom teacher came to the class to make the final mobilization to everyone.

"Today's last day of class, everyone hurry up, if there is anything you don't understand, it's still too late to ask. Before leaving the school, the teachers of each subject will be in the office, and all students cherish the opportunity. Tomorrow is a holiday.,This afternoon and evening class are basically self-study.,If you want to participate in the evening self-study.,If you want to participate, you can't force it.。 ”

"Also, don't forget everything you need to bring, especially the personal items inside the desk. Our school is not an examination room, but there will be people who will come to clean up the classrooms, and the sophomores may move over, so it will be difficult to pack up their things and find them again if they are lost. ”

"Okay, that's it, in the end, Mr. Zhang wishes everyone a smooth college entrance examination!

……

At lunchtime, many students did not choose to go to the cafeteria, but went to the small restaurant outside for a small dinner.

Don't Chang'an didn't go to eat, he sat in the classroom and memorized Chinese poems, and at the last time, he was ready to make a surprise attack to deepen his memory.

Before leaving school, students in their third year of high school felt what freedom was for the first time. The teachers who discipline them strictly on weekdays no longer have cold eyebrows, but are full of smiles. Some teachers will also chat and laugh with their classmates during class, and say some words of encouragement.

Many students began to leave each other's contact information, most of which were QQ or home landline numbers.

At that time, mobile phones were not particularly popular, and having a BP machine was already considered a local tyrant.

In one afternoon, Don't Chang'an memorized everything he should have memorized, and the rest of the time, he sat in a daze.

Outside the window, the sunset is red, and the evening bell is long.

……

In the last evening self-study, although it was voluntary, there were still many students who stayed.

Everyone cherished this last night.

The whole teaching building is brightly lit, and there is no previous estrangement and constraint between classes, and they are running from class to class.

On the football field, there are many people who play football at night. The couples in the corner, some snuggle up and talk together, while others put down their burdens and cherish each other. In the classroom, the podium is no longer the exclusive domain of the teacher, the girls sit on it and sing, and the boys applaud below.

There are also some active ones, who gather in the corridors, one class after another.

Don't Chang'an and Tang Wan sat together, and the two looked at a book.

"This is my QQ, you go back and add me. Tang Wan handed him a note.

"Okay, I will. ”

Don't Chang'an put it away and nodded.

……

At half past nine, Wang Yifan stood at the door of the second class with a big black garbage bag and shouted: "Do you want to drink?"

When many students heard the news, they were eager to try. Some girls are also suddenly interested.

"Don't Chang'an, come! Go to the playground!"

Wang Yifan shouted at the top of the crowd.

"Okay, right away. ”

After speaking, he pulled Tang Wan and rushed out of the classroom.

On the playground, the moonlight was faint and there were many people, some playing football and some walking.

"Where's the wine?" asked Don't Chang'an.

"Bought it from outside the school. ”

……

After sitting down, Wang Yifan handed out wine to everyone. When drinking, there was a boy named Zhang Hongliang in the first class, holding the guitar and singing a song for everyone.

"Good!"

Everyone applauded.

Zhang Hongliang is very handsome and sings well.

He took his guitar and walked to the middle and said, "A song "Brother Who Sleeps on My Top Bunk", for you." ”

When the prelude was over, and when he sang the first line, many people fell silent.

"Brother who sleeps on my top bunk, sleeps in my lonely memories ......"

The vast majority of students living on campus couldn't help but feel red in their eyes when they heard this song.

After singing the song, everyone was immersed in his singing.

Later, under the mobilization of Zhang Hongliang, his solo show instantly became a group concert.

Many boys went up and sang their favorite songs, some for themselves, some for their most beloved people, and some for their classmates who were about to leave......

Tang Wan sat beside Bei Chang'an and asked in a low voice, "Do you know how to play the guitar?"

"Yes. ”

Don't Chang'an replied with a sip of wine.

"Really?"

"Yes. ”

Tang Wan smiled and said, "Then you go and play a song, I want to hear it." ”

Don't Chang'an thought for a while and said, "Okay." “

After the people on the field finished singing, Don't Changan got up and walked over, said a few words to Zhang Hongliang, and then took the guitar from his hand.

Don't Chang'an's actions surprised the girls in the first class.

They never knew that Bei Changan could play the guitar, and they didn't see him perform at the school party.

Now, when he is holding the guitar, everyone doesn't believe that Bei Chang'an, who usually speaks little, can sing beautifully?

A minute passed.

Don't Chang'an hasn't started yet.

In this situation, don't Chang'an don't know that it's appropriate to sing that song.

Because he has so many options.

After thinking for a moment, Don't Chang'an finally spoke.

"A song I wrote myself, "Dispel Sorrow", I give it to everyone......"

The students below began to discuss.

"When will he write songs?"

"I don't know. ”

"Why can't people write songs, don't talk, listen to songs......"

Don't Chang'an ignore them, and after a simple rhythm, he sings......

"When you walk into this happy field,

Carry all your dreams and thoughts on your back.

All kinds of faces, all kinds of makeup,

No one remembers what you look like.

Three rounds of wine, you are in the corner,

Stubbornly singing, bitter songs,

Listen to him being drowned out in the hustle and bustle,

You pick up your glass and say to yourself......"

The song sounded, the students who were talking stopped talking, and everyone was immersed in the hoarse and deep singing of Bei Chang'an.

This song is an original song by Mao Buyi in "Tomorrow's Son", when Bei Changan heard this song, he was instantly infected by the tune and lyrics.

"A cup of sunrise, a cup of moonlight,

Awaken my yearning and soften the cold window.

So you can fly against the wind without looking back,

Don't be afraid of rain in your heart and frost in your eyes.

A cup of respect for hometown, a cup of respect for the distance,

Guarding my kindness and urging me to grow.

Therefore the road from north to south is no longer long,

The soul no longer has nowhere to put ......"

Melodious and melancholy guitar sounds, flowing in the night.

Don't Chang'an sang while looking at everyone. He suddenly felt that this song was singing to himself.

Drink away your sorrows and examine your life.

Once again, he has experienced a lot and learned a lot.

Under the rendering of farewell Chang'an's singing, many students were quietly crying, and they didn't know whether they were moved by the singing or reluctant to leave the upcoming parting.

"A cup for tomorrow, a cup for the past,

Supporting my body, my shoulders thickened.

Although I never believed that the so-called mountains and rivers grow,

Life is too short, so why bother with it.

One cup for freedom, one cup for death,

Forgive my ordinariness and dispel my confusion.

Well, after dawn always scribbles away,

The most ridiculous ...... sober people"

It was a long time before the song ended, and the applause was remembered.

Don't Chang'an smiled and said "thank you", and then sat back.

Tang Wan asked him, "You wrote this song?"

"Yes. ”

"The lyrics too?"

Don't Changan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"It's very good, sober people are the most ridiculous," Tang Wan took a sip ......of wine, looked at Bei Changan and said with a smile.

Don't Chang'an also smiled and didn't speak.