On this day, the day of double celebration came, and an eye-catching banner hung on the campus of Changnan University.

"The vicissitudes of life have built China, and the fragrance of osmanthus welcomes the school anniversary. Thousands of troops have passed through mountains and rivers, and the fragrance of peach and plum is all over the world! Teachers and students here, the 64th anniversary of the founding of China and the 30th anniversary of Changnan University are also celebrated. ”

On the stage, Han Feiran, as the vice president of the student union, kicked off the event with the president of the student union.

"Old China has gone through a lot of hardships, and finally exchanged for 64 years of the five-star red flag like a blazing flame and the red sun in the sky to merge into a brilliant one, in such a day of national celebration, our Changnan University also ushered in the 30th anniversary of the celebration. At that time, the reason why the school was established on this day was because Mr. Liang Qichao's "Juvenile China Theory" said that "the wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, the wealth of the youth is the wealth of the country, the strength of the youth is the strength of the country, the independence of the youth is the independence of the country, the freedom of the youth is the freedom of the country, the progress of the youth is the progress of the country, the youth is better than Europe, the country is better than Europe, and the country is better than the earth if the youth is better than the earth." As every student of Changnan University, they should be young and energetic, and dare to act! Be a wise, agile and ambitious young man, and study for the society, the country, and the rise of China! ”

Wen Baichuan's warm and heartfelt speech responded to the applause below.

Jiang Xiaomian was listening intently to the speech on the stage, and Xiang Dongyang leaned over to the side and asked her, "Hey, Xiaomian, how are you preparing for the recitation competition?" ”

"I wasn't prepared in the first place." Jiang Xiaomian didn't mean anything in his words, but he seemed to know it in his heart.

When Xiang Dongyang heard her reply, he couldn't figure it out, and asked, "Then what are you going to recite?" ”

"Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley."

In fact, these are Jiang Xiaomian's strengths, and the poems have long been memorized.

Xiang Dongyang tilted his head with his hands on his knees and repeated, "Rain Alley"? Then he asked, "The one that wrote about lilacs?" ”

"Yes." Jiang Xiaomian prevaricated Xiang Dongyang.

Xiang Dongyang hurriedly shook his head, thought for a while and proposed: "This one is not good, it seems to be a little sad, why don't you change it, how about "To the Oak Tree"?" ”

Jiang Xiaomian glanced at him and said, "I casually said that you also believe it, this article is not about lilacs." ”

Xiang Dongyang muttered again: "That sadness is always good!" ”

Xiang Dongyang has not liked language since he was a child, he always feels that these ancient poems and essays are crepe, but they have to be piled up into a large number of sentences that the world can't understand with simple rhetoric, and they have to be left for future generations to ponder, and this is how the recitation of all evils began. As for "Rain Alley", he remembered that there was probably one in the high school textbook, whether it was about a girl or a lilac? The words of the Chinese teacher in the classroom were like the east wind blowing the horse's ear, and he had forgotten it all long ago.

The only exception is Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", he remembered it clearly because of Jiang Xiaomian, and memorized it word for word.

Jiang Xiaomian saw that he didn't understand this poem, so he explained to him: "This is not an ordinary sad poem, when the author wrote this poem, the whole country was in the midst of white terror, the author compared the dark and gloomy society at that time to the lonely and narrow rain alley in the poem, and the author is the confused wanderer in the rain alley." ”

Xiang Dongyang listened to these simple descriptions, and he realized that Jiang Xiaomian's literary and artistic atmosphere, like the beauty that comes with it, will really attract people. But these literary and artistic flavors are not available in themselves. Even when Jiang Xiaomian opened his mouth, he couldn't understand what the "White Terror" was, and he couldn't pick up the topic. Like an invisible ruler, between the two of them.

The speech on the stage continued, and Xiang Dongyang began to quiet down and did not say anything more.

Li Xiaohuan and Jiang Wanwan sat together, looking at Jiang Xiaomian and Xiang Dongyang from a distance, and the two of them had different thoughts.

"Han Feiran is a talented man in law, and now he is the vice president of the student union, and Xiang Dongyang has no other comparable to Han Feiran except for his outstanding family background, in that case, what else do I like?" Jiang Wanguan thought of this, and felt a lot more relieved.

And Li Xiaohuan's eyes next to him always looked in the direction of Dong Yang and Jiang Xiaomian laughing. She thought to herself, "I'd rather not have this pair of glasses in front of me, be confused and confused, and feel better in my heart." ”

Once Zhu Lili's jokes were crooked, Li Xiaohuan really liked Dongyang.

After a while, Jiang Xiaomian got up and said, "It's almost time, I'll go backstage to prepare for the game." ”

"Come on!" Xiang Dongyang encouraged her behind her.

Hearing Xiang Dongyang's sentence of "come on" in the back, it is like invisible power and bright starlight. Jiang Xiaomian smiled slightly when he looked back at him.

The voice on the stage sounded:

"Next, we will have a recitation competition, and each reciter will be scored by ten judges, with a total score of 10. The first classmate, Yao Yao, will bring you the theme of "I Love You, China". ”

"When the brilliant sun jumps out of the blue waves of your East Sea,

Your Pamirs are still covered with stars. ”

……

Jiang Xiaomian came to the backstage to wait, listening to the recitation of her classmates on the stage behind the scenes, although she was a little nervous in her heart, she seemed to be defeated by Xiang Dongyang's "come on" just now.

"Xiaomian, why are you standing here stunned?"

Hearing Ye Xiao's reminder with a smile and handing over the text, Jiang Xiaomian took a moment to realize it.

Ye Yao instructed Jiang Xiaomian: "Xiaomian, for the sake of our Literature and Art Department, you must behave well in a while, I am here to wait for your good news!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian nodded, roughly weighed how the reading would behave in his heart, stood in front of the instrument mirror again, breathed a long sigh of relief, and tidied up his appearance slightly.

Outside the court, Xiang Dongyang at this time listened carefully to the recitation of other players in his seat, in fact, it is better to say that he is seriously waiting for Jiang Xiaomian to appear.

In the warm applause of the crowd, one reciter after another was sent away.

Afterwards, Han Feiran looked at the list, and his face was full of smiles, "Next, I invite Jiang Xiaomian to bring us Dai Wangshu's modern poem "Rain Alley". ”

At this time, Xiang Dongyang sat up straight, raised his neck, and applauded Jiang Xiaomian, eager for the whole world to hear it.

Jiang Xiaomian's demeanor calmly appeared in people's sight, and from the moment she stepped onto the stage, the smile on her face was rare and lasting, and she seemed more cordial than usual.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley,

I hope to meet a lilac like one

A girl with a grudge.

She is

The color of lilacs,

The fragrance of cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

Wailing in the rain,

grief and hesitation; ”

……

As soon as Jiang Xiaomian spoke, it seemed that the whole world was willing to quiet down and listen to her affectionate reading.

In the rhyme, the flat tongue and the nose behind the nose are very clear to the ears of the audience, and the pronunciation of such words is like professional training, and it must be easy for the Mandarin first-class exam.

The poems came from Jiang Xiaomian's heart, and the grievances expressed were very soft, and the helpless melancholy was as immersive as Dai Wangshu, her wonderful sound and state of mind, presumably every judge and teacher couldn't bear to put down a pen to score to end this reading.

…

"I'm done reading, thank you for listening." After Jiang Xiaomian bowed, the applause at the end was warmer and more real than the applause before she came to the stage. No one applauded this applause because they conformed to the scene.

Everyone's temperament hides the books he has read, Jiang Xiaomian's footsteps and side face when he leaves the scene, in Xiang Dongyang's eyes, just like the girl in the rain alley.

"Now the results of the previous contestant are announced: Yu Mei, excluding the highest score of 7 points, the lowest score of 5 points, the total score is 6.4 points. Now we have the last player to replace Shi Qian..."

Jiang Xiaomian's footsteps returned to the background with the voice of Han Feiran, and the people in the behind-the-scenes group applauded her.

"Xiaomian, you really live up to your reputation!" Ye Yao was the first to politely and enthusiastically hand over water to praise her, "Drink a glass of water to moisten your throat." ”

Jiang Xiaomian took the water and thanked him.

Ye Yao stood aside with his back against the table, clasped his hands on his chest and smiled, and said, "Xiaomian, Dong Yang recommended you to me, it is really a treasure, it seems that you will be able to win this kind of competition in the future!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian listened to Ye Yao's strange tone, but everyone didn't pay much attention to it, so Jiang Xiaomian had to smile politely and respond to her slightly.

Lin Shen's words suddenly sounded: "Xiaomian, I just asked Han Feiran to listen to the grapevine, and he said that it was the highest score of 9.51 points, and there was only one player on the stage after you left, so it must not be able to surpass your score!" ”

When everyone watched, it was Lin Shen and Xiang Dongyang, and they came over together to report the good news to Jiang Xiaomian.

"Xiaomian, let's go, let's go back to the court and continue watching the game!" Jiang Xiaomian was pulled out of Xiang Dongyang.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Xiaomian and Xiang Dongyang, who were leaving, and no one saw that Ye Yao's face had changed.

Returning to his seat, Xiang Dongyang said: "Xiaomian, there are several teachers who give you a perfect score, I bet that the score of the last contestant can't surpass you!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian looked at Xiang Dongyang, his beautiful expression was as happy as his own score.

At this time, Jiang Wanwan walked up to Jiang Xiaomian and spoke to her in a soft tone: "Xiaomian, congratulations, you are still so good in this regard." ”

In fact, Jiang Xiaomian is not very used to Jiang Wanwan's kind words to her.

"Thank you." Jiang Xiaomian is two simple words, no more.

Jiang Wanguan saw her indifference, after all, they hadn't spoken since the last time they slapped her for the "oolong confession incident".

"Are you still blaming me for what happened last time? I just missed it out of nowhere. ”

didn't even say sorry, Jiang Wanguan casually used the word "missed" to shirk it. These two words couldn't be more perfunctory, and the slap was obviously very heavy and decisive.

Xiang Dongyang looked at Jiang Xiaomian to see how she answered.

"It's okay anymore, I don't blame you." Jiang Xiaomian still didn't have a smile on her.

Jiang Wanwan's expression was still so cold when she looked at her, but also, the relationship between the two of them now didn't need to be so enthusiastic.

"Then I won't bother you two." After Jiang Wanguan finished speaking, she glanced at Xiang Dongyang, returned to her seat and continued to pay attention to the activities on the stage.

Xiang Dongyang only asked Jiang Xiaomian quietly: "Hey, to be honest, she slapped you in front of so many people, don't you hate her?" ”

"I don't know." The speed of the four words replied quickly, and Jiang Xiaomian didn't want to mention this matter at all. She faced Jiang Wanguan, and God did not give her the right to hate.

Although Xiang Dongyang heard these four uncertain words from her mouth, it was a lie to say that she didn't hate, and no one was okay after being slapped in the face. If he were Jiang Xiaomian, then he would definitely hate Jiang Wanguan to death.

Regarding the affairs of the Jiang family, Xiang Dongyang listened to Lin Shen briefly mention that no matter who was right or wrong, out of preference, he chose to stand on Jiang Xiaomian's side.

"Xiaomian, with me in the future, I won't let anyone bully you, even if that person is Jiang Wanguan!"

Jiang Xiaomian suddenly heard Xiang Dongyang say such a sentence, looking at his eyes, he was moved but also worthless for him. Why isn't it worth it? Just because the person in her heart is Xian Xinchen.

At this time, the last recitation contestant on the stage, Dai Shiqian, has also come to an end.

Han Feiran's voice sounded on the stage, interrupting Xiang Dongyang and Jiang Xiaomian's eyes looking at each other.

"Thank you to the ten students for bringing us the passionate recitation, I really feel that I can't get enough of it all of a sudden, and the ranking of the recitation competition will be announced immediately..."

…

Third place: Xu Meng's "Farewell to Kangqiao" 8.1 points; second place: Dai Shiqian's "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" 8.9 points; The first place is Jiang Xiaomian's "Rain Alley" with a score of 9.51. ”

After Han Feiran finished reading, he quickly scanned Jiang Xiaomian who was present with his afterglow and found that she was with Xiang Dongyang.

"Jiang Xiaomian, Dai Shiqian, Xu Meng, please come up and receive the award!"

The moment Jiang Xiaomian went up and stood on the stage, all the people were looking up to her, this kind of looking up was given to her by Xiang Dongyang, from the moment he recommended himself to Ye Yao.

"Let's give them another round of applause!"

Xiang Dongyang looked at Jiang Xiaomian on the stage, and found that her eyes also fell on him, and the eyes of the two met by chance.

Finally, at the end of the day's activities, Lin Shen and his roommates were like lazy insects lying on Jiang Xiaomian's bed as soon as they returned to the dormitory.

"Xiaomian, let me see what the prize for first place is?" Lin Shen said and took the box to open it.

When I opened it, it was just a notebook, and Lin Shen was a little dissatisfied: "I saw that Han Feiran gave you a box, and I thought it was a good thing, but it was actually a real notebook!" That's shabby, isn't it? As he spoke, he took out the notebook and saw that the style and craftsmanship were wooden.

Lin Shen spread the notebook in his hand and flipped it twice, the first page had a few lines of block letters written on it, and the lower right corner was also stamped with a medal.

"Congratulations to Jiang Xiaomian for her outstanding performance in the recitation competition held by Changnan University in the National Day and school celebration activities, winning the championship, and this award is specially issued, make persistent efforts!

On October 1, 2013, Wen Baichuan personally wrote. ”

When everyone heard Lin Shen read it, they all gathered around to witness this prize.

"It's a little different from a normal notebook, but at least it's inlaid with gold and silver!" Lin Shen smiled in his mouth.

Zhang Qingru interjected: "I think the valuable significance of this prize lies in Principal Wen's affirmation, you think, Xiaomian's recitation results are only scored by the judges, after all, Principal Wen is not in this list of judges, so Principal Wen praises us Xiaomian in this way." ”

"Oh, yes!" Everyone agreed with this idea.

Jiang Xiaomian took the notebook and put it back in the box and put it in the drawer.

Lin Shen smiled when he saw this: "Juju, look at her, she puts it so well, and she is afraid that someone will steal it if she is a baby!" ”

Lu Bing also laughed: "Our dormitory is not a den of thieves, it will not be stolen, it is better to add a package of desiccant to prevent mold!" ”

Zhang Qingru listened to their jokes and said: "You have a bad mouth and love to joke!" If I had a prize from the principal, I would be like a baby! ”

"I'm still sitting and chatting, why don't I go wash up and rest!" Jiang Xiaomian broke them up.

Everyone then dispersed back to their respective beds, and didn't even bother to wash, so they went straight back to bed.

At the beginning of the National Day holiday, Lin Shen found a part-time job distributing leaflets, Zhang Qingru and Jiang Xiaomian loved to be quiet, only Lu Bingling almost turned the dormitory upside down.

"Ahh

Lu Bingcurling cosplayed a white character and screamed after returning to the dormitory, "Qingru has another suitor looking for her to date, and I'm alone again!"

Today, Jiang Xiaomian is the only one in the entire dormitory who is reading on the bed.

"Xiaomian, go out with me!" Lu Bing curled and pulled Jiang Xiaomian on the bed.

Jiang Xiaomian was unprepared, and the "Wildfire Spring Breeze Fighting Ancient City" she was watching fell to the ground, she picked up the book and turned back to the chapter page just now, "I don't want to go out." ”

Lu Bing curly looked at the title of the book, and thought the three words "Dou Gucheng" were Gong Dou novels, so he said: "What's so good about Gong Dou novels?" How boring it is to stay in the dormitory during the National Day holiday. ”

"This is not a palace fight novel." Jiang Xiaomian corrected her, "It's a revolutionary struggle!"

Lu Bing listened to the laughter and grabbed the book with one hand, "Then it's even more boring, go out with me!" I'll help you dress up a character!"

Jiang Xiaomian took the book back and ignored her.

Lu Bing was still pestering, "Xiao Mian, don't be so boring!"

Jiang Xiaomian dismissed Lu Bingling with a string of words, "It's not boring, today's National Day holiday, online shopping, travel, which is not the new look of the ancestors who used their blood to earn a new look of New China." It's not heroes who shed blood, who are the free people in China? ”

Lu Bing curly seemed to have been educated by a political teacher, and let out a "oh" sound, and stopped making noise about her.