Chapter 42: The Legend of the Nine

The atmosphere of the graduation ceremony was warm, and the programs were carried out one by one, and many classic graduation season songs of "Youth Without Regrets", "Childhood", and "Blind Date and Love Family" were put on the stage by students of different grades. In particular, in the middle of the program, the teachers of the senior high school teaching and research department jointly performed the songs, which triggered a small climax of the graduation ceremony. The teachers who are usually overbearing and unsmiling sang on stage one by one with a smile on their faces, which made the students curious and moved at the same time. It is the hard work of these teachers that has won the honor of the provincial key middle school of the ninth middle school, and the admission rate of the key colleges and universities of each senior high school graduate of the ninth middle school is as high as 98%. Although there are frictions and unhappiness between the teachers and students of No. 9 Middle School in their daily study and life, they all have an attitude of mutual respect in their hearts. After all, high school students have passed the rebellious period and understand who is responsible for themselves and who is for their own good.

Therefore, the higher the quality of teaching, the more respectful the school is to teachers. The reverse is true, the more respectful the school, the better the quality of teaching. When Mr. Gao Xiaoming, the director of the teaching and research department of the third year of high school, who was the most serious in the eyes of everyone, wore an old-fashioned military uniform and sang "Return from Target Shooting" on stage, the audience erupted in warm applause and cheers. This young man joined the army, and when the college entrance examination was resumed in 77, he was admitted to Songjiang Normal School with excellent results, and with his consistent rigorous and high-level teaching and care for students, he was loved by the teachers and students of the ninth middle school.

Soon came to the penultimate program, this program is the sketch "Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow" performed by the three students of the first class of the third year of high school, as soon as the three of them came on stage, they attracted a burst of laughter, only from the appearance of the show, it was indeed heartfelt, the male and female classmates who played Song Dandan and Uncle Benshan did not know where to get the costumes, it seemed to be the same. This sketch is a classic of Xiao Cui and Uncle Benshan, of course, it is not bad, and there are frequent laughs. Meng Fanzhu laughed when he saw it, and then Li Yuhan came over sweating, "Quick, quickly find a few boys to help backstage, in the next show, Anya's piano is too heavy, and the two male teachers can't push it." Meng Fanzhu immediately got up, ran to the area where the second class was located, called Song Yang, and then ordered a few boys sitting on the side to rush to the backstage. In the morning, Meng Fanzhu specially learned about the origin of the grand piano in the auditorium, and he was still thinking about such a big piano, but he didn't know if An had arranged the manpower for the venue. This piano is a congratulatory gift from the Municipal Education Bureau after the completion of the new teaching building, and the original ordinary piano was given to the primary school with poor conditions in the city for music lessons. At this time, Mr. Gao Xiaoming was waiting there anxiously, and when he saw Meng Fanzhu leading a group of boys to come, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately explained, "Meng Fanzhu, this show will be performed soon, and when the curtain is closed, you will listen to Li Yuhan's conductor and push the piano to the center of the stage, and Li Yuhan will tell you the specific location." As soon as he finished speaking, the auditorium burst into applause.

Three classmates who performed

The moment the curtain was closed, Li Yuhan instructed Meng Fanzhu and several other senior high school boys who had been waiting for a long time to push the piano together, and the huge grand piano was slowly moved to the center of the stage, Meng Fanzhu quickly locked the wheels of the piano and removed from the stage.

The curtain slowly opened, the spotlights on the roof of the stage turned on, and a beam of white light shone directly on the black piano in the center of the stage, and the obsidian-like surface reflected a hazy light. The host came on the stage to report the curtain: "Please enjoy the song "Where Has the Time Gone" brought by Anya, a student in the second class of the third year of high school. ”

It's actually a song, the teachers and students in the audience who thought it was a piano performance were curiously waiting for Anya's performance, Anya's name is not only limited to the third year of high school, many juniors in the second year of high school and even the first year of high school have also sent love letters to Anya.

Soon, Anya in a white evening dress and high heels walked onto the stage. With a "boom", the auditorium boiled at this moment, and all the teachers and students immediately applauded at this moment, proud that this angelic girl was from the ninth middle school. Many boys are secretly sad that they will not be able to be in the same school as Anya in the future, and it will be difficult to see her again. The girl walked to the middle of the stage, bowed to the audience, and sat down in front of the piano, and the applause and noise immediately subsided.

The first time to show such a mature image in front of the teacher and classmates, the girl's heart is still a little apprehensive, take a deep breath, quickly brew the mood, put both hands on the keys, press gently, the soft and warm melody sounded, floating in the sky above the thousand-person auditorium, the gentle rhythm seems to carry the memories of the years, as if telling something, everyone quietly looked at the girl in the beam.

The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots

The dead trees in the courtyard bloomed again

Half survived a lot of words

Hidden in a head full of gray hair

Little feet in memory

Meaty little mouth

Give him love for the rest of your life

Just for that mom and dad

As soon as the girl's ethereal voice came out, with a power that struck directly to the heart, it instantly brought all the listeners into the song, especially the reaction of adults. It seems that at this moment, their gray-haired parents are looking at the photos of themselves from childhood to adulthood with a kind smile, croaking to the ground, babbling, and toddler, until they go to school, work, and grow up. There is no gorgeous embellishment, no impassioned rhetoric, just a flat and straightforward description of the details, but it is like a hammer hitting people's hearts. Family affection is the softest place in the hearts of all people in the world, female classmates have begun to cry, male classmates with red eyes to endure not to let tears flow, many of them think of their parents for their hard work, regret because sometimes they are in a bad mood to their parents impatient emotions and language, then they especially want to go home and hug their parents to say sorry, say Mom, I love you.

On stage, Anya didn't know what was going on off the stage, and she still focused on singing, wanting to give this show as a gift to her alma mater, and also draw a perfect end to her high school life.

Where has the time gone

I'm getting old before I feel young

Giving birth to children and raising daughters for a lifetime

My mind was full of children crying and laughing

Where has the time gone

Before I could take a good look at your eyes, it was spent

Firewood, rice, oil, salt ~ half a lifetime

In the blink of an eye, only the wrinkles on his face remained

When the climax of the song was sung by Anya affectionately, even the director of education, Yin Hongqi, the principal, Zhang Xiujie, the head of the grade, Gao Xiaoming, and many teachers, who were mature and had been in the society for decades, began to lose control of their emotions and began to wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes. At this time, they thought that they owed their parents too much for their careers and jobs for so many years. Some of those who live in Songjiang can't go back to see the elderly once a month, and those who don't live in Songjiang can't even see their parents for a year. The summer vacation is coming soon, and I must take this opportunity to go home and accompany my parents, which is the voice of many teachers whose parents are still alive. And those teachers whose parents have passed away are full of longing and regret for their parents, and their children want to raise but do not wait for their parents.

When the piano stopped, the auditorium was silent, and choked voices could be heard from the crowd from time to time. Anya stood up, bowed to the audience again, and then walked off the stage in a state of apprehension and silence. Meng Fanzhu greeted him, regardless of the presence of others, held Anya's cold little hand, looked at the uneasy girl and comforted, "The performance is perfect, don't worry, let the emotions fly for a while." After saying that, put your hands behind your ears and make a listening gesture. Anya held the boy's hand, her heart calmed down, and her eyes looked at the boy as if she were looking at the whole world.

When the curtain slowly closed, all the teachers and students in the audience woke up from their respective emotions, everyone stood up in unison, and the auditorium resounded with thunderous applause. The loud applause swept away the uneasiness in Anya's heart. Meng Fanzhu patted the back of the girl's hand, "Wait for me, I'll remove the piano." After speaking, he led the boys to rush to the stage quickly.

The 2004 graduation ceremony of Songjiang No. 9 Middle School came to an end in the chorus of "What a Big Tree" in the second grade of high school.

Meng Fanzhu and Anya's high school careers have come to an end with the curtain falling, but the two of them are destined to become legends of the ninth middle school, and the stories and songs about them will eventually be passed on to the younger students.

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