I don't know if it's because I'm full, or because I have a new friend, Wang Liang's face looks a little brighter today, not like the gray color of a dead man. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After entering the room, the first thing is the fragrance of mango.

The salivary glands couldn't help but start working, Tian Cheng was enlightened by Zhang Yi outside, and he was finally in a better mood, and he was in a good mood after smelling the fragrance.

"Hungry?" Xi'er glanced at him.

Tian Cheng's head was like a chicken pecking rice, but Wang Liang shrank back a little and was pulled by Zhang Yi.

"Come and try it, it's called mango sour, try it." As he spoke, he picked a small bamboo skewer and fed it to Wang Liang's mouth.

It's completely instinctive to open your mouth!

When the rich fruity sweetness emanated from his lips and teeth, Wang Liang's face suddenly turned red, as if he had made a mistake, and he struggled to run out.

Tian Cheng happened to be standing behind him, and he was knocked squarely, and the two of them came to the ground to get in close contact.

"Ouch~~" The back of Tian Cheng's head slammed on the ground, so frightened that Wang Liang hurriedly got up from the ground.

Muttering an apology in his mouth, the diced mango was still pressed under his tongue, the taste was so beautiful that he was so beautiful that he was reluctant to bite and swallow it.

Three years ago, mango was not a particularly rare fruit for him.

When it comes to the season, there is always an endless amount of fruit to eat at home.

But from that night on, not to mention fruits, even food became a luxury.

Zhang Yi hurriedly pulled the two of them up from the ground, "Wang Liang, what's wrong?" ”

Xi'er also looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Aren't good friends going to share good news together, delicious and fun?" ”

Well, it's actually a pretense of doubt!

This child is too sensitive, and Xi'er can only try to use the child's sincere heart to dispel the protective wall in his heart.

Zhang Yi was also worried, because he was too similar to his previous self.

"Friends should help each other, I used to get better little by little because of Xi'er and him, we both like you very much, so I hope you can accept our friends."

Zhang Yi rarely says such long sentences, but damn it, it's so touching.

Wang Liang's eyes flashed with tears, Xi'er also felt that her nose was sour, only Tian Cheng was covering her head, "Yes, why are you running?" Fell me to death. ”

Well, what an atmosphere destroyer!

However, the previous restraint has also disappeared, and only the innocent laughter of children is gone.

The ivory mango is the giant of the mangoes, and the four children can eat half full when they eat it separately.

Gu Liya and Meng Hao are still waiting for the notification at the school, filling in and confirming the candidates' information to avoid mistakes when mailing the results.

In the evening, they were about to embark on the green train home, Wang Liang and their school were not as generous as Principal Mao, so they could only go back in a hard seat.

Although it is a single train, it is separated by several carriages.

The lights were turned off at nine o'clock in the evening, and they were not easy to run around, so after returning to school, they would go to Wang Liang's village to play during the holidays.

Along the way, Meng Hao wanted to open his mouth several times, but was interrupted by Xi'er.

To say that I was very curious about Wang Liang's life experience before, after getting along with him for this day, I have completely regarded him as a good friend.

A good friend should not borrow someone else's mouth to understand, but treat each other sincerely, unless he himself is willing to speak.

Respecting each other's privacy and background is the most basic way to get along with each other.

Just like Zhang Yi, Xi'er knows that he must have suffering in his heart that others can't understand, and before he has the courage to say it, everyone won't ask.

After a few times, Meng Hao also slowly understood the temper of this little girl.

As for what Gu Liya heard in the morning, she ran out and punched and kicked him, Xi'er didn't want to say, and Meng Hao couldn't continue to ask.

That's the end of it.

Back to school life is calm again, but Principal Mao's heart is not relaxed at all.

It should be said that Xi'er's report card should have been carried in their hearts before they were sent.

At this time, there was another person who was not calm, Chen Feng.

On this day, Xi'er had just finished class, and Chen Feng came to the door again.

"You're not gone yet, are you?" Xi'er looked at the person who suddenly appeared and was startled.

Chen Feng had a scumbag beard, looking as if he hadn't slept for three or five days.

Scratching the hair that was messed up into a chicken coop, "What about the annoyance, go out for a walk?" ”

I just got out of school and didn't go home, so I had to ask my brother to help carry the schoolbag back and walk with Chen Feng in the direction of Tubazi.

"What's wrong?" Finding a flat place to sit down, Xi'er turned her head and asked him.

"Do you know that our country is about to send a group of athletes to Dehei, Iran?" As soon as Chen Feng spoke, Xi'er couldn't help but roll her eyes.

In this information-blocked town, where can I know such a confidential thing?

And it also involves things at the national level, a ten-year-old girl, is it possible to have a tailwind?

Xi'er shook her head, "What's wrong?" What are you going to do? ”

"Do you know what that means that the 7th Asian Games will be held in Tehei, Iran, in September?" Chen Feng's bloodshot eyes revealed a treacherous light.

Xi'er couldn't help but step back, but her arm was tightly grabbed by him, and it hurt a little.

He patted his arm and motioned to let go.

"That's good, you should be happy, why are you worried about being like this?" Xi'er felt that something was not quite right with this person today, and she was on the verge of being stunned.

Chen Feng also realized his gaffe, and after letting go of Xi'er, he rubbed his face vigorously.

It's like muttering, and it's like popularizing the current level of sports in New China to Xi'er, in short, the jump is huge.

Fortunately, Xi'er is not stupid, and slowly learned a lot of information from it.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the foundation of track and field in China was very weak, and the level of sports was very different from that of a sports power.

The level of records in all sports in the country is extremely low, except for a few impressive results, most of them are only about the same as the level of second- and third-level athletes in other countries, or even weaker, and many events have not yet been carried out.

Speaking of this, Chen Feng's eyes were full of pain.

Xi'er couldn't help but think, it seems that he was just born at this time, right?

Was this child born into a family of sportsmen?

Otherwise, how do you know so clearly?

After a moment's fugue, he immediately dragged himself back, and it seemed that he was still not deeply integrated into this era.

With a strong sense of national mission to him, Xi'er feels that most of her feelings are more like a wait-and-see.

This is a common problem among young people in the 21st century!

She is studying hard, integrating in, watching them full of patriotic blood, and even wanting to do something for the country regardless of their lives, she is moved!

I am also proud to be in such a nation and have such sincere compatriots.

Chen Feng shook his head and continued.

In order to cooperate with the government's work of resuming production and developing the economic center, athletics activities in the early days of the founding of the Chinese People's Republic were mainly carried out in schools, troops and some factories.

After hard work, some areas began to hold some sports meets, and only then did they recover slightly.

It was not until June 1952 that Chairman Mao wrote an inscription, "Develop sports and enhance the people's physique", that the sports work in New China could be regarded as having an ideological foundation and guidelines.