Since Zhou Wanrong introduced Yun Lan to Guanhai, since she took the opportunity to take the initiative to call Cong Ye, she had an excuse to make an occasional call. Zhou Wanrong is a very measured girl, although she really wants to be able to say a few words to Cong Ye every day, but she can still restrain herself and will only make a phone call after three or five days. Although the phone was just a simple hello and a question about Yun Lan's situation, as long as the sound of Cong Ye could be heard, this was enough for Zhou Wanrong.

New Year's Day is coming soon, and no matter how intense the study and life of the third year of high school is, the school will also organize everyone to participate in the annual New Year's Day party organized by the school. Of course, each class has to perform one or two programs, and it doesn't require how exciting the program is, and the school also said that it is important to participate. After all, it is a middle school student, and it is impossible to devote too much time and energy to rehearsing the show. Guo Xiaoqian generally does not miss such an opportunity. However, this year's Guo Xiaoqian had to pull Zhou Wanrong and wanted the two of them to perform a show together. The impression left by Zhou Wanrong on her classmates has always been that she is more introverted and shy. Therefore, he happily rejected Guo Xiaoqian. didn't want Guo Xiaoqian to let her go.

"You'd better promise me, otherwise, Zhou's classmates have some secrets that the students are more interested in."

"Xiaoqian, don't play like this. You know me, I don't know anything. ”

"Okay, I can take a step back, and we'll have a poetry reading, how about we?"

"Isn't poetry recitation all by one?"

"So, that's what it's called novelty."

Zhou Wanrong was really worried that Guo Xiaoqian would leak the fact that she was the founder of the "Home of Heroes", so she had to reluctantly agree. However, when Guo Xiaoqian chose the poem to be recited, Zhou Wanrong saw that it was Xu Zhimo's.

"Xiaoqian, I can't come here."

"What do you mean you can't come? Do you know that your voice has a slightly low, hoarse taste, which is the best way to read this kind of parting poetry? ”

"But, Xiaoqian, this is a love poem, not suitable."

"Go, what age is it? Only this kind of poetry can attract students, you don't want to read any inspirational poems, right? ”

Seeing Zhou Wanrong nodding, Guo Xiaoqian stretched out her finger and tapped her forehead, and said in a commanding tone:

"Remember, from tomorrow onwards, I will start wearing the clothes of Sister Xiaowei brought back from Guanhai. If you don't like those clothes, buy new ones. ”

"How can I dislike it, but I can't bear it."

Zhou Wanrong just came back from Guanhai, wearing the clothes sent by Bai Wei to the school a few times, and seeing that it always attracted the attention of many students, making Zhou Wanrong feel unnatural, so she didn't wear it again, it was still a school uniform every day, even when she changed and washed, she was also wearing her original clothes.

Before participating in the New Year's Day performance, the two of them naturally have to practice one or two. Zhou Wanrong's voice is indeed as Guo Xiaoqian said, it is the kind that is slightly magnetic and slightly low. And Guo Xiaoqian's voice is just the opposite, it is the kind of voice that is as sweet as the chirping of a yellow oriole. The cooperation of the two people can really read Xu Zhimo's vividly. The first rehearsal in the classroom attracted enthusiastic cheers from the whole class.

Such a result was completely unexpected by Zhou Wanrong. However, looking at Guo Xiaoqian's expression, it seems that she already knew that this would be the case. On the way home from school, the two of them walked together for a while.

"Xiaoqian, are the cheers of the classmates real?"

"Student Zhou, what do you want? What is our identity, do you want to deceive? ”

Zhou Wanrong's three years of serving her mother have just been three years of high school. In the past three years, because of the fact that her mother was bedridden, she was always like a boulder in her heart, and Zhou Wanrong never really let go of herself in school. This time I participated in the recitation with Guo Xiaoqian, and it was the first time to show a real self to everyone. Therefore, I am not so sure-track about being able to get the affirmation of the whole class.

When Zhou Wanrong returned home, she would inevitably have a happy smile on her face. Mother Guo Yilian saw the change in her daughter's face at a glance. Since receiving the court verdict, I have rarely seen my daughter happy. I couldn't help asking:

"Xiao Rong, what's going on?"

"Mom, Xiaoqian pulled me to participate in the poetry recital, but I didn't expect the response to be so good."

Zhou Wanrong explained the matter in detail.

"Hehe, it's my mother who delayed you. Xiao Rong is actually excellent in all aspects. ”

"Mom, do you boast about your daughter like this?"

"Only I know my daughter best, of course, I can only praise myself."

Since what happened around the father, it is rare for the mother and daughter to have such a happy time.

The next day, when Zhou Wanrong came to the classroom on time, the first thing she saw was the eyes of all the students looking at her. Zhou Wanrong's cheeks immediately turned red, and she hurriedly lowered her head, walked quickly to the seat and sat down. My chest fluttered and jumped for a long time. Zhou Wanrong listened to Guo Xiaoqian's advice, and has recently been wearing Bai Wei's clothes brought back from Guanhai. Today, this is the first time I wear it. A gray woolen blouse with a white fur collar and a pair of slightly looser slacks. There was also an apricot yellow silk scarf around the neck, with some edges faintly peeking out of the white fur collar.

I always thought that her classmates were looking at her because of the clothes she was wearing today, but I didn't know what was going on until I occasionally glanced up at the blackboard. It turned out that on the blackboard, I don't know who wrote a poem, strictly speaking, it should be a love poem. Zhou Wanrong read word by word:

You are a breath of fresh air in the summer

It's long overdue

In the cheerful chirping of cicadas

Dance among the green leaves

You are a star in the autumn night sky

Blink your eyes

Hide your thoughts in the depths of the night

You are an orchid in the valley

Blooming

The thoughts of the night are quietly revealed

Turned into a crystal dew under the rising sun

Oh, you are a brook in the mountains

Meandering around the ring

You are the green lotus in the pond

The breeze is gentle and fragrant

You are a cloud in the sky

on an azure undertone

A white color that does not stain the dust

Winter snowflakes

(To be continued)

Reading this, Zhou Wanrong is not only Wan'er, who is this, why is there an unfinished to be continued? Zhou Wanrong thought about it, no, there is nothing about herself here, why do students look at themselves like that. Inadvertently, Zhou Wanrong glanced at her tablemate Zheng Shaoying. Seeing that the other party also happened to look at him, and there seemed to be something else in his eyes. Zhou Wanrong immediately avoided Zheng Shaoying's gaze and looked at the poems on the blackboard again. Although there will be a big gap between the board book and the usual writing, Zhou Wanrong still sees some traces more or less. From these traces, it is not difficult for Zhou Wanrong to guess that the poems on the blackboard were written by Zheng Shaoying, who was at the same table. After all, she has been at the same table for more than a year, and Zhou Wanrong is still very familiar with Zheng Shaoying's handwriting.

"Why, isn't it, it shouldn't have been written for yourself."

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