In the afternoon, Meng Fanzhu returned home and put away his schoolbag. Suddenly, I ran to the small courtyard to pick up a hoe to weed, drive seedlings, and water the vegetables planted. took out Shen Congwen's "Border City" from his schoolbag, sat on a recliner by the floor-to-ceiling window facing the small courtyard and began to read. In the morning, Yu Hua's "Alive" gave him a huge impact, and his heart was held by the protagonist Fugui throughout the morning, following him through the profligacy and poverty he hesitated took, the joy of life and the sorrow of death that he missed. In addition to reading "White Deer Plain" last night, in addition to making Meng Fanzhu feel the meaning of life and reflection on human nature, it also cast a heavy black veil on his soul, which made Meng Fanzhu constantly take deep breaths unconsciously, subconsciously wanting to stretch his body with a large amount of air inhaled, and drive away psychological pressure with the turbidity exhaled. This is also Meng Fanzhu's recklessness. Dream life, although I have been an editor for decades and a screenwriter for a period of time, I have not systematically read and cognitively these contemporary masterpieces, and most of the time I pay attention to some literary works of the new generation, and later I am tired of the scripts of film and television dramas, and I am busy looking for historical materials every day, and I am caught in the work of writing eye-catching exaggerated plots. Therefore, in the real world, with three times the reading speed and comprehension ability of ordinary people, plus a lot of free time in the summer, reading one after another these huge books containing thoughts and reflections and even satire, it is inevitable that pressure will arise. Fortunately, Anya's tenderness comforted the boy in the morning, so in the afternoon, Meng Fanzhu instinctively wanted to find some light-hearted books to read. "Border City" is a literary work that meets Meng Fanzhu's current requirements, which describes a pure love that occurred in a paradise in Xiangxi, showing the nobility of human nature and the admiration of the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation for thousands of years. For this work, Meng Fanzhu did not continue the previous fast reading, but tasted it as carefully as tasting afternoon tea, letting the fragrance of books permeate the whole mind. One piece and one relaxation, the way of civil and martial arts, this practice is invisibly in line with the ancient scholars' self-cultivation of the cultivation of body and mind, cultivation of virtue, and the key to the cultivation of physical nature.

The afternoon sun shone obliquely into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, except for the crisp chirping of the occasional flying birds, and the surroundings were silent, and a teenager was holding a book and reading carefully. At this moment, a pleasant telephone rang, interrupting the teenager's reading.

Meng Fanzhu picked up the microphone, "Hey, hello." ”

"Little pig, it's me, I'm home from class. What are you doing?" came Anya's glutinous voice.

Hearing Anya's voice, Meng Fanzhu was suddenly in a comfortable mood, no matter how beautiful the love described in the book was, there was no greeting from a girl in reality that made people intoxicated, like a clear spring pouring into his heart and spleen, and his whole body was comfortable.

Stretching his waist, Meng Fanzhu said relaxedly, "After sending you home, I will go home, plant the land, and now I am reading Shen Congwen's "Border City". ”

"Hehe, do you want to learn from Ji Xiaolan: a first-class loyal minister and a filial son, two things to study and cultivate the fields!" Anya quipped.

"Well, it's like, I just wanted to move my muscles and bones, so I poured it on the ground. Meng Fanzhu touched his nose, and then asked, "Girl, how are you practicing your songs? ”

"I think it's almost over, didn't I promise to be the first to sing to you the day before yesterday, do you have time now?" Anya replied softly.

"Of course there is, for our girl, I have time at any time. Meng Fanzhu was very interested, and he hadn't heard Anya sing yet.

"Who's from your family!" Anya sneered.

"You, you've been in our house since three days ago. "Meng Fanzhu's favorite thing is to tease Anya.

The two laughed for a while, considering the girl's tolerance limit, not letting Anya be too shy, and finally Meng Fanzhu took the initiative to pull back the topic.

Anya stroked her red cheeks with her hand and calmed her emotions, "Then I'll start singing." "Put your phone next to the piano and start playing the intro.

Meng Fanzhu held the microphone and quietly listened to Anya's singing, it can be said that this song "Where Has Time Gone" dedicated to her parents, after the girl sang it in an ethereal voice, it had the power to penetrate the listener's soul. In the end, Meng Fanzhu, who had heard it countless times in his dream and brought this song to reality, was infected by Anya's singing voice and melted into the world made up by the girl's voice. The girl's beautiful singing voice quietly took away the pressure in Meng Fanzhu's heart and gently soothed the tiredness in Meng Fanzhu's heart. When the last note stopped, Meng Fanzhu took a deep breath and wiped away the tears on his face, he had been a parent in his dream, although it was an illusory journey, but the life experience was like a pearl formed by the tempering of the mussel, scattered in Meng Fanzhu's heart.

"Does that sound good?" asked Anya, a little apprehensive.

I like it so much, girl, do you want to be a singer, if you want, I will only write songs for you in my life. Meng Fanzhu was sincerely admired.

Anya said a little shyly, "I don't want to be it, I just want to sing it to you alone." ”

Meng Fanzhu's touched voice was a little dry, "Girl, you are so good, I will cherish you for the rest of my life." ”

"Well, me too. Anya replied softly, because she was shy, her voice was so low that if it weren't for Meng Fanzhu's super high physical fitness, she practiced Bajiquan to the point that she couldn't hear the skill of Ji Sichen's dog vigil.

"See you tomorrow, little pig, my mother is here. Anya said a quick word and hung up the phone.

Meng Fanzhu held the microphone, reminisced for a long time, and walked back to the recliner refreshed to continue reading "Border City". Half an hour later, the novella was finished, and he was actually reading it much faster than expected, not one in two days, but three in two days. At present, I could not see the growth rate of understanding and advanced Chinese, put down the book, went into the kitchen and began to prepare dinner. Meng Fanzhu unconsciously followed the guidance of fate and ran wildly on the road to the omnipotence.

In the evening, after happily sharing dinner with my family, I chatted with my parents for a while, and went back to the house to read the American author Leonard Mayer's "The Emotion and Meaning of Music".

On June 18th, at 8:20 in the morning, Meng Fanzhu came to the door of Anya's family community with a guitar on his back, and today's dress is very simple, with a white casual shirt, a stand-up collar and a V-shaped neckline that sets off the spirit of the teenager, jeans, and white canvas shoes.

After a while, Anya walked out of the gate of the community with her bag on her back, and saw Meng Fanzhu walking straight over, the reason why the two of them met at half past eight was to walk to school, and the two of them held hands in the middle of the road. After approaching the school, change to walk side by side normally, although you have graduated, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble and not attract more criticism, it is better to follow the rules.

Even so, walking into the school side by side, the warm atmosphere flowing between the two and the aura of refusing the third person to go out still caused a sensation, especially when the two walked into the campus at about 8:50, and many students in the first and second grades of high school flocked to the playground for activities. Seeing Meng Fanzhu and Anya's dazzling combination on the playground caused a commotion, some were envious and jealous, some were purely watching the excitement, and some were speculating about the relationship between them.

In addition, there are many senior high school students who come and go to participate in the rehearsals of the program and send volunteers on the playground, seeing the two walking into the auditorium side by side, they suddenly realized, no wonder Anya is indifferent to anyone's pursuit, but only participated in the study group organized by Meng Fanzhu, it turns out that they are a couple, and the confidentiality work is really good!

There are many teachers and third-grade students in the auditorium, the background of the stage has been hung, and there are several big characters on the pattern of the eagle and auspicious clouds spreading its wings: Eagle strikes the sky and the wind is strong, Pengfei waves spring. This is a poem by Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty. The following is the graduation ceremony of the 2004 class of Songjiang No. 9 Middle School.

found Li Yuhan who was helping in the background, but both of them were arrested. Meng Fanzhu was sent to help the audio teacher adjust the equipment, and Anya helped Li Yuhan with the show. It was already more than 10 o'clock when the preliminary preparations were ready, Li Yuhan led the two of them to recognize the seats, and took the route from the seat to the waiting area, from the waiting area to the stage side. Immediately after that, the host began to make a series of appearances, and the host was a female English teacher who taught the second year of high school. Meng Fanzhu is the third program in the positive number, Anya is the penultimate program, the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, originally the two of them wanted to secretly go out on a date after the performance, don't think about it this time, they went on stage in order, and then went to the cafeteria to eat the boxed lunch arranged by the school, waiting for the ceremony to start in the afternoon.

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