In the blink of an eye, after half a semester of teaching, Jiang Lesheng has adapted to this job.

When he was a teacher at the Red School of the Printing Factory, he only took half a class a year, and the embarrassing experience of having nowhere to do it made him unforgettable. Now, Principal Lin has entrusted him with the important task of teaching the language of the graduating class, which shows the importance and expectation of him. With a strong sense of mission, he threw himself into his work, giving up his rest on Sundays and walking to his home visits, which was praised by his colleagues.

Teacher Du, who has taught the graduating class for three years, has given him a lot of help, and has been invited to listen to his lectures several times and put forward many pertinent opinions -- this is because she has a good relationship with her third sister, Jiang Lehua.

The similar family background makes Du Pu and the third sister emotionally connected. At the turn of the summer and autumn of 60, the third sister looked forward to the good news of her younger brother's admission to the college entrance examination day and night, and finally waited for the bad news of touching the pillar! She told other colleagues who inquired about the news that her brother was unlucky and got malaria in the entrance examination and lost his chance of admission. Only to confide in Mr. Du the truth. Du Pu remembered what happened to her, and she cried as if her feelings were never exposed. She is the only one who knows the origin of the scar on Jiang Lesheng's forehead.

There is a "Teacher's Corner" poster in the office, where the teachers' articles are posted to exchange their teaching experiences, and Cong Jing collects the manuscripts and publishes them. Each issue of Jiang Lesheng's articles has unique insights and outstanding literary talents, and the beautiful Zhao Tixing book is not comparable to others. "Demonic" Tong Xiaoyuan announced: I have made a major discovery, and our central school has two beautiful things, one is Cong Jing's face and the other is Jiang Lesheng's words. Jiang Lesheng didn't squeak, Cong Jingfei blushed, protesting against the nonsense of "Demon Fear"!

The remote and isolated farm flew to the golden phoenix, and no matter where Cong Jing appeared, it immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. Her activities are limited to two o'clock and one line: three meals a day, eating in the canteen, and the rest of the time at school. The young men vied with her to eat at the same table, and where she sit, someone must come to sit down, and when it was too late, someone moved to greet her, and the people at the same table no longer gobbled up, but chewed slowly and wanted to stay next to her for a while. The old man who sold rice was very kind to her all day long, and asked her if she was used to eating the dishes he cooked, and scooped more meat for her with a cooking spoon and long eyes. Cong Jing often couldn't eat, and the rest of the table was snatched up.

Cong Jing didn't say much, her eyes were as clear as water, she never wandered and looked left and right, and Montlisa's smile always appeared, as quiet and restrained as her name. But with the students, she was unrestrained, laughing, leaning back and forth, laughing, bending over and laughing. She never lost her temper in class, as long as she swept it with her big black eyes, she immediately quieted down. After class, the girls rushed to invite her to dance the rubber band, point, move, hook, pick, cross, touch, press, kick, the action was light and graceful, and the cheerful nursery rhyme sounded - Ma Lanhua bloomed twenty-one, two-five-six, two-five-seven...... The children all treated her as a sister.

Cai Chuanguang's wife, Ren Fengying, works as a canteen accountant, so he often comes to the school to wander around, and he has nothing to say to go around Cong Jing, his eyes are like a thief stepping on a point. The sensitive You Hongshan saw the signs and scolded him in a joking tone: Section Chief Cai's mind is not in the biotechnology department, where does your daughter-in-law go, it's too romantic! Cai Chuanguang had to leave with a smile.

Cong Jing said: This person is like a green-headed fly, so he must have a master of eliminating the four pests.

You Hongshan seems to have been rewarded, but there is a sound outside the strings: Flies chase stinky bees and smell the fragrance, and I chase uninteresting bees. Doesn't he want to think about the flowers? The implication is that he is the only one who is worthy of being a messenger to protect flowers. Cong Jing glanced at him with a smile or a smile, and You Hongshan was excited about it for a long time.

You Hongshan often talked to people as a member of the Youth League branch of the organ, so that Jiang Lesheng Liu Ya and Lu Kuan let go of their background baggage, and the door of the League organization was also open to them; He found Tong Xiaoyuan Cong Jing together, and said earnestly: We are from the same school, and we contribute our youth to the cause of farm education together, as old classmates, I am very concerned about the political progress of the two of you. Don't think that it doesn't matter if you join the group or not, without going through this step, joining the party is like going on the kang on the pot table, it's difficult!

Tong Xiaoyuan saw through You Hongshan's intentions, and asked him to talk to Cong Jing with ulterior motives. He pretended to be grateful and said that Brother Xie You cares, so I will go and write an application. Before leaving, he leaned on You Hongshan's ear with a wicked smile and said: I am not a light bulb!

Cong Jing immediately stood up, and she sensed something from Tong Xiaoyuan's whispering and You Hongshan's strange eyes. You Hongshan hurriedly said don't worry, I want to talk to you in depth. Cong Jing had no choice but to sit down again. You Hongshan repeated the importance of joining the group again, but he seemed careless. Is he thinking about whether to go straight to the point and pick out what he likes about her subject? Let's say, I'm afraid it's my own wishful thinking, once the beautiful soap bubble bursts, the illusion will come to naught; Don't talk about it, and don't want to give up the good opportunity to talk alone, it's better to ask for clarification than to be tormented...... After hesitating again and again, he chose to hide it, and said to Cong Jing that he was selfish in caring about her progress, willing to see her grow faster, and willing to care about her forever.

Looking at You Hongshan's nervous appearance that she didn't dare to look at her squarely and speak in a hurry, she was angry and funny: You think it's too despicable to train me to join the group! But she doesn't want the other party to be too embarrassed, her head grows on someone's neck, and I don't move if you think about it. She said a little mischievously: Yo, I appreciate that you care about my progress and growth, but you shouldn't be selfish. Do you think, I don't have enough conditions for you to be pulled into the group, and I'm not afraid of other people's gossip? Does it affect your own progress?

You Hongshan was excited, and blurted out the dirty words: Fuck! Who says you're not qualified enough? The first batch will let you join the group! Look at who gossips?

Cong Jing's face was crimson in astonishment, and she was stunned.

With a "snap", You Hongshan slapped his mouth: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sick, help me take care of this stinky mouth in the future.

Cong Jing giggled and ran away, leaving him alone to his chagrin.

The Farm Club is about to be inaugurated, and a celebration meeting will be held on the afternoon of Chinese New Year's Eve to welcome the arrival of New Year's Day. The head of the mission and education section called Principal Lin, and after the meeting, he asked the school to perform a few programs, which lasted for more than an hour. Lin Bai handed over this task to Cong Jing, and all the teachers cooperated.

Cong Jing selects students with good musical conditions from each class to form a choir, and she personally teaches singing and rehearsals. You Hongshan volunteered to be the choir conductor, and Cong Jing said that the conductor was chosen, and Hu Shaoke, a fourth-grade student, would be better conducted by children. Hu Shaoke's father was a working farmer and served as a symphony orchestra conductor.

Seeing You Hongshan's unhappy face, Cong Jing said apologetically: I arranged for you to sing solo. At the end of the chorus, you will be the first to appear, and you will sing "I Sacrifice Oil for the Motherland", which is quite exciting. You Hongshan said that he would also sing "Ussuri Boat Song". In addition to the six songs of the children's choir, there are also female vocal performances singing "I am a commune breeder", erhu solo "Horse Racing" and "Backgammon", Cong Jing's accordion solo "Radesky March", "Playing My Beloved Tupa" and female solo "Who Doesn't Say My Hometown is Good".

The program list was empty, and Cong Jing said that he would wait for Principal Lin to decide. You Hongshan put pen to pen and wrote his name and said: This activity is mainly based on the Young Pioneers of the Youth League and the group, so don't make trouble for the principal. He has always been like this, and he is uncomfortable when he is not in the limelight.

It snowed heavily on the afternoon of Chinese New Year's Eve. On the road outside the club, there is a long line of tractors with tractors and rubber-tyred tractors, which are the manned vehicles for each branch to participate in the meeting. The club's upstairs and downstairs were packed, and the air was filled with the smell of choking smoke. In the past, there were only three leaders on the rostrum, the secretary and the deputy director, but today a new face has been added to the side seat: in his fifties, with high cheekbones, pointed chin, hooked nose, sunken eye sockets, a pair of eyes gloomy and bright, bald head, and two short and thick eight-figure eyebrows drooping downward, making people feel a sense of déjà vu. Who is this man?

Deputy Director Wang, who presided over the meeting, announced: There will be a theatrical performance later, smoking is not allowed in the venue, don't choke the children. Someone in the audience immediately shouted that they were strangled to death by smoking! Wang Zihe said with a smile, extinguish the cigarette, the smoker cannot be strangled to death. There was a lot of laughter. He pointed to the new face beside him and said: Let me introduce you, this is Comrade Wu Bande, the new director of the Political Department, who is in charge of political work, personnel, propaganda, culture and public health, and youth league work. Next, I would like to welcome Director Wu's speech with warm applause!

Wu Bande gave a standing ovation and glanced at the audience, his voice was sharp and dry: Hello comrades! My name is Wu Bande, and I was the director of the political department of a certain regiment of the Air Force before I changed jobs. This time, Comrade Honglu and I transferred to Maoshan, and I still worked in my old profession, and Comrade Honglu served as a youth officer. From now on, we will fight together and win together!

Oil hyacinth? Got an oil gourd? There was a buzz in the room, mixed with laughter.

It's not an oil hyacinth, it's a red record. The reason is recorded by the red quotes in red. Wu Bande clarified with a smile.

There was a short and fat young man in the audience, wearing a new military uniform without a badge, and Huo Di stood up. He turned around, his round head turned in a half-circle, and raised his hand to give a standard military salute to the audience. This person is Youhonglu.

Out of awe of the new leaders, the applause at the venue was very warm. Wu Bande showed a satisfied smile and folded his hands to signal the applause to stop: When I was in the army, my comrades-in-arms said that I looked like a person, who did I look like? He sold a pass, and the audience was quiet for a moment, and suddenly I didn't know who shouted: Like Vice Chairman Lin! Vice Chairman Lin! The club was boiling, and people were talking: Elephant! Really like that! A mold poured out!

Wu Bande smiled slightly: The art troupe asked me to play Vice Chairman Lin, but unfortunately I didn't learn acting and was incompetent. He paused and said, "Just kidding." So that everyone can remember me. All of us should take Deputy Commander Lin as an example, read the party's books, listen to the party's words, act according to the party's instructions, and be good fighters of the party!

Wu Bande made a high-profile appearance, and his heart was happy.

At the beginning of the celebration meeting, Secretary Sun first delivered a speech, and the director made a comprehensive summary of the work of transforming production throughout the year, and called on all cadres, basic workers, armed police stationed at the scene and revolutionary family members to learn and make use of Mao's works to win a new victory in the scientific experiment of class struggle and production struggle.

The theatrical performance kicked off with the children's chorus of "Let's Swing the Sculls". The little conductor Hu Shaoke is really well-trained: he wears white gloves and a tuxedo, touches his chest with his left hand and bows shallowly to the audience, raises the baton in his hand, and makes every move neatly. The beautiful children's voices and accordion accompaniment worked together to create an eye-opener for the audience.

After the chorus of six children's songs was completed, You Hongshan's male voice sang solo, and the female teachers' performance and singing also won the full house. Jiang Lesheng's erhu and Cong Jing's accordion solo were intoxicating, and there was applause from upstairs and downstairs.

The finale was Cong Jing's solo. After You Hongshan finished the curtain, Cong Jing walked lightly to the center of the stage, bowed to the audience with a smile, and the erhu accompaniment had not yet started the door, and the applause rang out like a tide. As soon as the first song "Who Doesn't Say My Hometown is Good" fell, someone took the lead in chanting Teacher Cong, and everyone immediately responded and came again! This cycle repeats itself into a rhythmic sound. She walked to the side of the stage to discuss with Jiang Lesheng, who was accompaniing, and returned to the center of the stage with a red face and said: Thank you for your encouragement, I will learn to sing a new song "Red Plum Praise". Jiang Lesheng had already adjusted the strings and nodded to indicate that he could start. The bow is activated, and the melodious prelude leads to a high-pitched and feminine singing:

Red plum blossoms on the red rocks/Thousands of miles of frost under your feet/What to fear from the severe cold of Sanjiu/A piece of Dan's heart opens to the sun......

She sang very emotionally, and there seemed to be ten thousand red plums blooming in her eyes.

The audience repeated the old tricks, and once again broke out Teacher Cong, one more! The roar of the waves.

Cong Jing is sought after like a star, You Hongshan is both happy and not sour, and even a little lost, depressed and melancholy. This flower is so delicate that God will really give her to me?

Out of protection for Cong Jing, he hurriedly beckoned the teachers and students of the performance to take a curtain call, and loudly announced that the performance was over. The audience was still unsatisfied and booed dissatisfied.

The snow stopped at some point, and the afterglow of the setting sun stained the western sky red. The rubber-tyred tractor kicked off, and puffs of blue smoke suddenly appeared, shaking off the snow powder on the branches on the roadside. The flow of people poured out of the club, competing to comment on who was who, which show was the best, and Cong Jing's name was endless. A group of young men in fur hats, standing on the tractor bucket, giggling and shouting in a sharp voice, imitated Cong Jing and sang: green mountains are closely connected, and white clouds surround the mountains