Early the next morning, Ai Xuexue was awakened by the sound of an alarm bell at seven o'clock.

"Brother Diao, have you set an alarm clock?" Rubbing his dark eyes, Ai Xue looked around.

His neighbor Diao Cong struggled to get up, and turned off the mobile phone alarm next to the pillow, and Zhang Wei in the opposite shop was also sleepy-eyed, but it was Shi Lei, who was still asleep.

"Yes." Diao Cong stretched his upper body, nodded and said, "I'm afraid that a few of us will oversleep, we can't be late today, if we are late, it will be over." ”

Wang Qi in the lower bunk has already cleaned up and is ready to go.

"Hurry up, Lao Ai, I want breakfast." Wang Qi was in high spirits, and he didn't know whether he was excited about the performance of the report for a while, or he was excited about the military training that was about to end.

The high school dormitory has a single bathroom, although there is only one, but the biological clocks of several people are quite harmonious, and there is generally no congestion, and it can be solved if you are in a hurry to go to the dormitory next door.

For girls, the prelude to going out is often measured by the hour, even for students; For boys, it can be generalized, and it's just a matter of minutes.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the group rushed to the cafeteria downstairs wearing neat "military uniforms" - school uniforms.

After breakfast, we went to the large playground that had been decorated.

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance, so I'll say goodbye to you......"

The stereo on the playground was playing a song that Ai had never heard before, and there were many people on the playground, each in a bunch, no doubt with the class as the unit, and the instructor as the center.

On the podium are rows of desks and matching stools, on which are placed identity badges and a bottle of water. Of course, the person who should have sat down has not yet come, after all, it is not time.

On the contrary, the head teacher who has disappeared for a long time in the stands is enthusiastically taking pictures around with his mobile phone, and Ye Rong, the head teacher of the Ai study class, is even more so.

"This song feels pretty good."

Ai Xuexue liked Jay Chou when he was a child, and then he liked Fang Wenshan, who wrote the lyrics for Dong Chou, the blue and white porcelain chrysanthemum platform thousands of miles away, etc., which he often likes to listen to when he washes dishes at home.

After all, washing dishes can't be chosen, but choosing to listen to songs is a choice for him.

When I went to junior high school, Ai studied and became obsessed with Xu Song, a couple, if at that time, the smoke and sand in the middle of the city, etc., I heard too many of this kind of songs, Ai Xue's taste gradually became tricky, he no longer cared about the tune, he cared more about the lyrics.

Ai Xuexue sent a request for help to Diao Cong, a Chinese songwriter, "Brother Diao, what's the name of this song?" ”

Diao Cong clasped his middle finger with the thumbs of both hands, and waved his hands to the music: "Zhang Zhenyue's goodbye, didn't you let go of this song when you graduated from junior high school?" ”

"Did you sing after graduating from junior high school?" Ai Xuexue was surprised, and in retrospect, it seemed that his junior high school did not have a graduation ceremony in the strict sense.

After getting off the bus for the high school entrance examination, except for the day when the results were released, they met again, and there was no contact since. If you want to talk about sadness, parting is a thing that is more accustomed to it than not getting used to it.

Diao Cong shook his head and said, "No, but we had a meal." I thought you would play it, I heard it when I graduated from elementary school, when we were having dinner together in our class, and this song was played in the private room. ”

Ai Xuexue paused with Diao Cong's waving hands, and then silently inserted back into his trouser pocket.

"I will keep your face firmly in mind, and I will cherish the thoughts you give......"

The song is still singing, Ai Xuexue hummed a few words silently in his heart, I have to say that this kind of lyrics is very good for Ai Xuexue's taste, different from Xu Song and Fang Wenshan, Zhang Zhenyue is more straightforward, directly hitting the soul.

Wang Qi bumped the pensive Ai Xue with his shoulder: "Huh." ”

Ai Xuexue looked in the direction of Wang Qi's eyes, Duan Siyu was smiling at the other end of the playground, and there was a familiar figure beside her, Zhu Xiaochan, a girl with big eyes.

The two girls beckoned to Ai Xuexue, Ai Xuexue pushed away Wang Qi who was smiling evilly beside him, and followed Diao Cong to Yang Yang after responding.

"Lao Ai, why don't you go over and catch up on the past?" Wang Qi patted Ai Xuexue's shoulder, imitating the tone of Ai Xuexue's usual support when he gave him.

Ai Xuexue said angrily: "Go and go, don't worry about it all day long, I don't have anything to do, don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum." ”

"Really, not really?"

"I really didn't plan to."

Near the position of the rostrum, instructor Yang Yang sat on the playground as usual, different from the usual frolicking, today's atmosphere is like a song at this time, knowing that it is about to be a parting, and it is likely to be a lifetime parting.

"This is not a parting of life and death, how do you feel the farewell of your face, don't be like this, listen to me, be happy. It's not like we'll never see you again. ”

Yang Yang said softly, parting is normal for him, but in a sense, this is also another kind of parting that he is about to come.

"Okay, raise soldiers for a thousand days and use soldiers for a while, don't be in a hurry to kick the right step for a while, don't grab the shot, look at the classmates on your right, and hold up your face." Yang Yang reminded again and again that after repeated contact in the past few days, the big problems have been solved, but the rhythm is too urgent.

"The two of you leading the way are even more crucial, but don't be nervous, take it easy."

There were two team leaders for each class's queue performance, and Peng Jingquan and Zhang Junfeng were in the Ai study class.

It is worth mentioning that the title of Peng Jingquan's white-faced scholar was well known in the class in a week's time, and thanks to the leadership during the military training, the taciturn Peng Jingquan and the naïve Zhang Junfeng often stayed together.

I don't know if Zhang Junfeng developed Peng Jingquan, or if Peng Jingquan has his own dark attributes, gradually, some unspeakable dark jokes from Peng Jingquan were the first to come out of the dormitory.

"Don't worry." Zhang Junfeng patted his chest abandoned, compared to the sadness shown by others, he had the same smile on his face as always, "There is absolutely no problem." ”

"Hmm." Peng Jingquan nodded.

After that, Yang Yang chattered, knowing that the whistle of the assembly came from the rostrum, and then swallowed the last golden voice.

"Come on." Before leaving, Yang Yang cheered everyone up.

According to the rules, instructors are allowed to watch the subsequent performances in the stands, but as soon as the performance is over, they need to gather immediately to prepare for the return flight, and no contact with students is allowed during this period.

"Sheep sheep sheep, goodbye. We'll go find you. ”

Yang Yang Yang shook his head and smiled, I have heard this sentence more than a hundred times, how many have really come to find it? But he didn't show it.

Turn around and walk forward without looking back.

As the song goes:

Go on without looking back, without looking back......