As soon as Lan Xue finished playing, Yang Zijian applauded, but everyone didn't applaud, so Yang Zijian had to stop and give Lan Xue a thumbs up, which made Lan Xue cry and laugh. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Then, Lan Xue and seven or eight young boys and girls from her brothers followed Xu Jing and Pei Xiaosong and other mentors, honestly accepted their comments, and generally praised a lot, which made Lan Xue nervous and proud, like a green butterfly to the surrounding crowd to shuttle greetings, and constantly show her demeanor to the music teachers, smiling, lively and cute, looking long-sleeved and good at dancing, very attractive.

Thirteen-year-old girls like to perform, and they like to attract the attention and praise of adults who are better than themselves.

Yang Zijian saw that he had nothing to do, so he slipped back to Chu Nu's side.

At this time, the Chu woman was surrounded by relatively young unmarried men and women, especially the men, who were like a group of peacocks who offered their hospitality to her, showing their talents and insights, and commenting on the advantages and disadvantages of playing on the stage.

Chu Nu didn't play a song on stage herself, she probably knew the level of half a bucket of water, so she had a stronger appreciation ability, and she didn't dare to go up to offer ugliness.

Yang Zijian went to the dining table and took a large plate, picked up some fruit and sweet potato salad, and brought it to the side of Chu Nu.

Chu Nu held the wine glass in one hand, tasted a few sips from time to time, very elegant, and talked with her friends, she was very pleased to see Yang Zijian so well-behaved, she took a fork and ate a few pieces of white potato salad and fruit on Yang Zijian's plate to fill her stomach.

While eating, Yang Zijian listened to Chu Nu and his friends talking about which musician in the province released what new tunes, which friend of the association won what awards, and so on.

In the evening, in the school in fact, only eat half full, so the cold vegetables and fruits eat more, sometimes hear the familiar tune, Yang Zijian approached the stage to listen, occasionally a teacher came over, and talked about the scenery and history of Nantang, but he was happy.

Time flies, half past eight in the blink of an eye.

Chu Nu's face was flushed, she seemed to have drunk too much, she squinted at Yang Zijian and said, "Little ghost, have you had enough, it's time to go back to school, otherwise Teacher Lin will blame me!" ”

Yang Zijian shrugged indifferently and said, "Okay, I'll go change my clothes." ”

Chu Nu grabbed his shoulder with her right hand, looked him up and down, and said, "No need, this is for you." Well, you are a little writer now, and you will often go to various parties in the future, this set is good, and my vision is still okay. ”

When Yang Zijian heard this, he was overjoyed and said, "Really give it to me?" "This should be a pure polyester tweed fabric, with a smooth and fine surface, a clear strip shape, and a very smooth feel to the touch.

"Of course." Chu Nu groaned.

"How embarrassing is that!" Yang Zijian squirmed, but he didn't mean to refuse politely, and happily expressed his gratitude, "I will cherish this outfit well." Great, it's handmade, and you can't buy it even if you have money. However, how do you have this suit, and it's brand new? ”

Chu Nu smiled and touched Yang Zijian's head, and said with some affection: "The suit was ordered by my younger brother before, and he was just admitted to Tsinghua University this year." He hated suits so much that he didn't wear them a few times. When I went to college, I suddenly grew six centimeters taller, so I threw away the clothes. When I saw that you were about the same size as him, I gave it to you. However, I bought the shoes myself. ”

"Thank you, I'm very happy!" Yang Zijian smiled from ear to ear, pie fell from the sky, no one was unhappy.

Of course, Yang Zijian, with the values and face outlook of later generations, has lowered the moral standards of this era, but in Chu Nu's opinion, she is even happier, which shows that Yang Zijian did not treat her as an outsider.

The two walked to the parking lot, and then the middle-aged driver who worked full-time in the government walked over from the doorman.

Yang Zijian opened the car door, and the plastic bag containing the school uniform was placed on the back seat, he didn't dare to sit in the back seat alone, so he took the plastic bag and sat on the passenger seat next to the driver, and then waved his hand to Chu Nu, and asked with concern: "Senior sister, drink less at night!" ”

Chu Nu was slightly drunk and said coquettishly: "Let's go, bye-bye!" ”

The lights of the cultural center are brilliant, the night is strange, and the Chu girl is standing on the steps in an evening dress, like a mysterious and beautiful violet.

When I got back to school, the driver drove quite fast, but it took me three minutes to get to the school gate.

"Thank you, uncle!" Yang Zijian shouted, closed the door, and watched Audi leave the school gate.

At this time, Master Qin, the doorman, came over, looked up and down at the suit worn by Yang Zijian, and exclaimed: "As the saying goes: people rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold." Yang Zijian, when you wear it like this, you really have the style of a little writer! ”

Yang Zijian let out a "hmm", held his hands, and walked back and forth with his head held high and his face very proudly, and then waved to Master Qin with a smile, stepped on the steps, and walked towards the first (2) classroom.

On the road, many students were reading under the lamps of Yonglu Road, and they were also very curious to glance at Yang Zijian, who looked like a suit.

Tonight's evening self-study happened to be Teacher Lin Kechun's shift, he watched Yang Zijian walk in in a suit and leather shoes, and shocked his classmates, and immediately displeased, what kind of mess did this Chu girl send, not to mention that she was bad, but also to bring bad juniors, it's too hateful!

Yang Zijian walked in from the front door and sat back in his seat, the whole class whispered to each other, Xie Xiaoqin even squeezed his eyebrows, Qian Li and Zhang Jin's eyes lit up, as if they knew Yang Zijian for the first time.

Teacher Lin was sitting at the first table of the first group to correct the exam papers, he stood up with a "hoof", strode in front of Yang Zijian, stared, and shouted: "Which school are you a student of!" ”

Yang Zijian touched his head and said puzzledly: "I'm Nanjian No. 1 Middle School, Teacher Lin." ”

"No. 1 Middle School rules, students must wear school uniforms at school!" Teacher Lin pointed at him in disgust and scolded, "Look at what you look like, you are angry, go to the dormitory for me to change my clothes, go quickly!" ”

Yang Zijian was helpless and left the classroom with his school uniform.

When the classroom saw Yang Zijian deflated, a sullen laugh immediately sounded, there were no secrets in the class, Yang Zijian didn't come at night, Xie Xiaoqin, Lin Yi, and Tang Yongquan in the same house had already advertised him, and they all knew what music party he was going to attend.

When I went back to the dormitory, I folded the fabric suit and put it in a box and locked it, and I thought it would be wrinkled and should be hung up, but I was afraid that it would be dusty and dirty...... For a while, some of them were gained and lost.

After turning from a young writer back to a student, Yang Zijian returned to the classroom in a low-key manner, honestly reviewed, did questions, and asked Zhang Jin for questions, and the night passed.

On Friday morning, Yang Zijian's three essays, "The Ancient Pagoda of the Millennium", "The Ancient Well Under the Moon" and "The Temple of Guandi and the Temple of the Tiger", were published in Xiaogu's "Danxia" film.

Originally, Xiaogu was going to be published on Wednesday, but since Yang Zijian already had an album and editorial review on Wednesday's "Hundred Gardens", Xiaogu also made an album of works "Yang Zijian's Prose Collection" and published it on the weekend.