On the night of the National Day, by the Xiangjiang River, the lights are bright, and the tourists are like a tide.

In the sky, the sleepy stars are blinking, but there are countless drones, swaying their star-studded tails, rushing for the National Day fireworks show, making the last best preparations.

On the Xiangjiang River, a cruise ship is full of tourists, leaning on Zhifuzhou in the half-river lights and half-river stars, rippling with the waves, waiting for the fireworks feast.

In the corner of the second floor of the cruise ship, there was a middle-aged couple, the man's face was a little pale, it was the middle-aged man who walked through the hospital corridor in the middle of the night, supported by a beautiful young man, and the woman was a mature version of Xu Qianqian, just wearing glasses.

The man smiled bitterly: "Readers want to know the reason for my break, I don't know how many blades will be sent?" ”

The woman's gentle resentment: "I don't carry this pot, it's not that my son dislikes you, I don't have this opportunity to sail on the Xiangjiang River with you." Do you remember how many years? ”

The man looked at him left and right: "It's really wronged, it hasn't been broken for ten years, and it's a long way, just to celebrate his birthday." Good guy, on this birthday night, only the breeze and the bright moon are staring at you and me. My daughter ran away, too. ”

The mature version of Xu Qianqian glared angrily and held her glasses: "If you want me to say, the problem is really you, it's you who is too hard!" Don't say that it has nothing to do with you, even if it has something to do with you, what does it have to do with Haohao playing football?! ”

The man's face turned even paler when he heard this, and he was silent for a long time, and sighed: "I always feel that something will happen, and tonight I feel more and more intense......"

The mature version of Xu Qianqian reached out to hold the man's hand: "You are carrying too hard, don't write, rest for a while." Sixteen years of writing, you don't owe football. ”

The man lowered his head and suddenly sobbed sadly: "I owe, you know, I really owe." Hao Hao, he ......"

"You're here again?" The mature version of Xu Qianqian was so angry that she shook off the man's hand, looked up at the deep night sky, pouted, and stopped talking.

The man stopped sobbing, but did not look up, just sighed and sighed.

The beautiful young man named Hao Hao was walking with Ding Xunuo and Wu Yue on the crowded flood control embankment at the moment, followed by Lao Sang, who was faltering.

The crowd is surging and washing, never stopping, Rao is three teenagers are strong and strong, want not to be washed away, but also tired enough, they have been looking for a long time, stunned to find a place, can for them to stand well, to watch the upcoming fireworks show.

Lao Sang, who was following behind, was hit several times in succession, but fortunately, he was held by passers-by casually, so as not to fall and be injured.

After several times, the three teenagers didn't dare to go fast, they were afraid that Lao Sang would be injured.

After all, Lao Sang claimed to protect the safety of the boarding students, so he insisted on coming along, but he was shriveled and thin, and wanted to challenge the crowd of old men with his bare hands.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, and there were more and more people on the flood control embankment, so in case of emergency, Wu Yue hurriedly stepped forward and obediently supported Lao Sang.

And Wang Yihao and Ding Xunuo opened the way in front, although one of them had words in his mouth, and the other had a deep face and never spoke, but they cooperated quite tacitly, protecting Lao Sang against the current.

Not far from them, there was a riverside wetland that could be lowered from the levee, with dense low bushes and an open space on the side, which could accommodate just three or four people.

At this moment, there are three high school girls standing there. In front of them was a drawing board.

The one in the middle of the station was slightly dark-skinned, dressed in blue, and she was painting with a pen.

To her left, there was a girl in red, sometimes staring intently, sometimes smiling and asking, it was Wang Yihao's sister Xu Qianqian.

The girl to the right of the girl in blue was fat, and her face looked a little pale under the lights on both sides of the strait.

said that she was fat because she wore a lot of clothes, but she shivered in the night breeze by the river in the golden autumn and October. Despite shaking, she still stood straight, quite a bit of the meaning of the weaver's father who pointed out the country and promoted the words back then.

"Sister Shangguan, your starry sky is really amazing!" Xu Qianqian once again exclaimed, "Painting football-themed fireworks for a while, it will definitely explode!" You say yes, Miaomiao. ”

Her last sentence was to the fat girl, and the girl named Miaomiao quickly responded: "Yes, football ignites the dream of the starry sky!" The theme of our first issue is so burning. ”

"That is, there must be my teacher in the threesome." The sister named Shangguan was very proud, "What's more, we are all masters!" ”

Xu Qianqian smiled sweetly: "Zhou Yan Shangguan's poems and paintings, Huang Miaomiao's writing, the upper limit of our group is simply the starry sky and the sea!" Shangguan, you have to take the entrance examination to a famous art school, and Miaomiao, you should also work hard and take the entrance examination to Shencheng Pingqian University. ”

Zhou Yan Shangguan smiled: "Painting and food are my ideals, I will work hard!" Sister Qianqian. ”

Huang Miaomiao was a little bitter: "Try your best, it's only been two years." ”

Xu Qianqian patted Huang Miaomiao on the shoulder heroically: "What do you say to do your best, little sister, hard work is not enough, you have to work hard!" Two years to go. ”

Zhou Yan Shangguan pursed his lips and smiled, but Huang Miaomiao could only nod helplessly.

Xu Qianqian then drew a beautiful blueprint: "Why didn't our group join the football team? It is because we dream bigger, can fight harder, and can lead the team to a higher goal! Do you believe it? Someday, we will be the best fan association in the world! ”

Huang Miaomiao nodded heavily: "Sister Qianqian, I like you so much!" Your aura is so strong, it's almost like my teacher. ”

Xu Qianqian smiled faintly: "I'm just taking the shame as a joke, don't worry, my face is casually lost, just as a bragged cow." One day, when I desperately realize the bull I bragged, I lost all my face! ”

Qiu Feng nodded lightly, held up Xu Qianqian's words, and sent them to the starry night and the sky, echoing for a long time.

100 meters away in another riverside wetland, a family of three sits on the ground, their daughter imagining life and talking eloquently, while the parents are nodding and listening, they are also waiting for the fireworks carnival on National Day.

The girl who is describing the future is none other than Yang Jingsheng, and the Yang father and Yang mother in front of her are her loyal listeners.

As for Yang Fanyuan, he is indeed a loyal fan of his sister, but he is a little tired of drinking chicken soup for a long time, and at this moment, he is following Li Kunpeng in the sea of people.

Only Dad Yang and Mother Yang looked at their daughter with a doting face, how could she get tired of looking so good and talking so good?

The entrance of Xiaoxiang Normal University and Zhifuzhou is a small square. At the moment, piles of people are waiting for the green light to flash, so that they can cross the road and go to the levee opposite.

In the crowd, the tall Liu Zinuo carefully protected his sister Liu Jingyuan and prevented her from being crowded by the crowd, while complaining: "I haven't gotten tired of watching the artillery battle, so I have to come out to suffer this crime." ”

Liu Jingyuan smiled sweetly: "This time is different, I begged my uncle for a long time before I joined my creativity." ”

Liu Zinuo pouted: "That's you, the uncle is buried in the artillery pile all day long, who dares to annoy him." ”

Liu Jingyuan shook Liu Zinuo's arm: "Okay, our Liu family, aren't we all like this, you don't play football and think less?" ”

Liu Zinuo didn't speak, he suddenly protected Liu Jingyuan, his eyes wide, like a fierce beast about to erupt.

When Liu Jingyuan looked at it, she saw a tall man wearing new clothes but who could not hide his sloppy and smelly, and passed by Liu Zinuo with low eyebrows.

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