The seventh class of the third year of high school spent a morning to end their memories of the past three years, and Mr. Mu invited a well-known wedding photography company in Puzhou to take artistic photos for them, which was a plan that Mr. Mu wrote on the graduation process last summer.

In the days after June, Mu Qing crossed out the plans on his calendar one by one, graduation photos, pledge meetings, and incense sticks in Pilu Cave······ After stopping her busy studies, she was still as busy as ever.

In the afternoon, Liang Chen and the seven of them slipped out of the school, and they only took the school badges of the dormitory students and even had no need for fake certificates.

In the campus leisure bar, Liang Chen is very skilled in dealing cards, and several people are discussing the photos posted by Teacher Mu in the group, Liang Chen is not very interested, but he has to take it seriously, back to school, Xue Ji will inevitably talk to Liang Chen about today's photos, if he is completely perfunctory, he will definitely attract Xue Ji to be beaten.

Time was so fast, Zhou Sang hurriedly kept up with Liang Chen and the others after testing the glory of the king.

In the classroom, Xue Jiao sat quietly in her seat, she seemed a little unhappy, Liang Chen didn't want to lick the blood on the tip of the knife, and turned back at the door and went to the toilet.

The bell for the end of the school was jingling back and forth, urging time to move forward.

On the evening of the 4th, Teacher Mu secretly crossed out the incense on the calendar on June 5th with a red pen in the office, and she slowly walked to the classroom of the third and seventh years of high school with her small notebook.

Teacher Mu is a little afraid of such a quiet classroom, she should be happy, this is what she has expected countless times in the past three years, but at the last moment, the selfishness hidden in her heart is still willing to see the noisy Gao Sanqi, the quieter the more sad it is.

"Okay, let's put down what I'm doing first, and I'll talk about tomorrow's process arrangement." Teacher Mu stood on the podium, flipping through the notebook in her hand, she had been standing on the podium for three years, and for the first time she was afraid to look under the stage.

Teacher Mu still had to look at the forty or so faces under the podium, and she put her eyes on the blackboard behind the classroom, "Heaven does not give birth to me Liang San smiled, and the stone river is like a long night." Liang Chen wrote! ”

Teacher Mu chose to take Liang Chen to open the knife to relieve the somewhat dignified atmosphere.

Liang Chen scratched his warmer cheeks in embarrassment, shut up and was silent, his intuition told him that Teacher Mu must have sent someone else.

"Phew! Shameless. Zhou Sang repeated the ridicule he had given to Liang Chen for three years, coaxing with the sound of the whole class.

"It's a bit big! Confucius is praised by others, 'Heaven does not give birth to Zhongni, and eternity is like a long night'. Teacher Mu pointed and said with a smile.

"Teacher Mu, is this talking about Confucius?" Zhou Yin asked stupidly with wide eyes.

"Who did you think you were talking about?"

"Li Chungang!" Zhou Yin said, "Heaven does not give birth to me Li Chungang, and the way of the sword is like a long night." ”

"Okay." Brother Sanjin and Zhou Sang clapped their hands unscrupulously in the back row, these are all poisoned teenagers.

"Alright, alright." Teacher Mu controls the people who are about to be agitated, her purpose has been achieved, she doesn't need Gao Sanqi to become a vegetable market now.

"I'm going to get down to business." Teacher Mu stared at Liang Chen and said, "Liang Chen, tomorrow's final oath meeting will have a representative to speak, you prepare it, write it in the evening and hand it to me." ”

Liang Chen's hunch came true, this is the only ability left to him by God after his talent is exhausted, after Teacher Mu confirmed his unique ability, Liang Chen began to worry about Xue Jiao's sorrow, his intuition told him that Xue Jiao was angry in his heart, and he was facing himself.

"Tomorrow morning, everyone will get up early, gather at the foot of Tazi Mountain at seven o'clock, the incense wax paper candle school is uniformly prepared, if anyone has a belief taboo, they can wait at the bottom of the mountain, after all, Pilu Cave still belongs to Tantric culture." Teacher Mu glanced at his notebook and said, "After the incense, after breakfast, the pledge meeting started at nine o'clock in the morning, and finally came back to clean the classroom at about half past ten, and set off for Puzhou at four o'clock in the afternoon." ”

Teacher Mu simply finished talking about tomorrow's schedule, she did not repeatedly talk about the precautions for the college entrance examination, since the end of May, she has repeated countless times, ID card, bar code, candidate card······ It is estimated that the forty or so people below have calloused ears, but Teacher Mu always softens her heart when she goes through the last pass, and in the last few minutes of the last night of self-study, she once again went through the precautions before the college entrance examination in the last few minutes.

Teacher Mu made forty-eight copies of the A4 page, and Liang Chen carried the last pile of books back to the dormitory.

That night was really cool, the night breeze poured into the bedroom, the fan was still whining, Liang Chen was still recalling his last reflection, and the feeling of thinking like a spring was not a word-by-word pondering, but a large paragraph of ingenious words leaping into the pen.

The quiet, light moonlight illuminated the vast and unobstructed distance, and Liang Chen slept in the night of Shihe with his last smile.

"I'm a thorough, total, real nothing."

The next morning, Zhou Sang and Lao Maozi kept helping Liang Chen recall his dream words last night in his ears, but Liang Chen couldn't hear them.

At the foot of Tazi Mountain, Tang Rui lined up the team, counting the number of people before Teacher Mu came in the future, Liang Chen stood beside Xue Chen, in fact, Xue Jiao was standing next to Liang Chen, Liang Chen was a little worried about his superpower in the past few days - Sixth Sense Prediction, he was surprisingly afraid that a sentence would ignite Xue Jiao's small universe, and June 8th was no longer counting the days "There is still a period of time"! It was already within reach, and Liang Chen didn't want to trip Xue Ji because of himself.

"Can't you see that I'm not happy these days?" Xue Ji raised her eyebrows and asked.

"That's why I didn't dare to mess with you, old man." Liang Chen replied cautiously.

"Won't you coax me?" Xue Ji frowned tightly and asked Liang Chen angrily.

"Words can't express my apologies even in a ten-thousandth." Liang Chen raised his head, raised his hand diagonally, and said with remorse on his face.

"Liangzi, what are you doing? I have an opinion! Tang Rui looked at Liang Chen's abruptly raised hand and asked viciously.

"My opinion is that if you go down the mountain, can you eat a basket of hot and delicious xiaolongbao." Liang Chen said nonsensical jokes, catalyzing everyone's half-open eyelids, of course, he was trying to relieve his embarrassment.

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On the way up the mountain, Liang Chen and Xue Jiao hung at the end of the team and chatted about whether there was something or not, he hadn't chatted so endlessly for a long time, Liang Chen's three years in high school were always such a person, relieving the embarrassment when no one spoke, the sharp teeth in the hearts of Teacher Mu and the glasses Liu were just Liang Chen's arguments or resistance, he didn't have a pair of iron fists like Bruce Lee, only a mouth that was slightly better than ordinary people.

The seventh class of the third year of high school still failed to burn the incense, Du Ruo and their class gathered in front of the entrance of the Pilu Cave at six o'clock, Du Ruo took Qiu Nan and Liang Chen to say hello, and left in a hurry, Liang Chen and Xue Ji said: The two of them are a little ugly daughter-in-law to see their father's mother.

Outside the Guanyin Cave, the copper tripod of burning paper is still burning with fire, the big red wax is burning on the special fire frame, the bright red wax oil is condensed on the layers of iron frames, the green smoke burned by the incense candles lingers around the whole corridor, the Pilu Cave is really like a Buddha fairyland, the enshrined Buddha and the old Bodhisattva enjoy the incense of the believers on the green smoke, and the believers sit on the ground and kneel and pray for the great events related to their lives.

On the way down the mountain, Liang Chen and Xue Jiao repeated the conversation when they came up the mountain, Liang Chen told Xue Jiao about the love-hate entanglement between Tantra and Zen Buddhism for thousands of years, he really didn't understand the customs, and he didn't want to understand the customs.

At the oath meeting, Liang Chen spoke according to the script for five minutes, his voice was a little hoarse, he talked to Xue Ji for a long time, and ate a cage of sauce meat buns and two braised eggs at the turntable station, the only liquid that entered the body in the morning was half a bowl of excessively sweet soy milk, Liang Chen became a machine without the slightest emotion on the podium.

"Tell me about your experience in writing essays!" Xue Ji also pestered Liang Chen to chat.

Liang Chen didn't speak, just pointed to his throat, his throat was being catalyzed into an extremely dry desert, Liang Chen felt that if he said one more word, his mouth could spit out the wind and sand.

"The essence is a little better."

"Use more so, admittedly, yes, if, not, don't, what 'don't, so, because, if' should be written less." Liang Chen tightened his neck and said Chen Wen's secret mantra since junior high school in a dumb voice.

In the classroom, Zhou Sang is cleaning up the last mess, and all the hard work of the sophomore year of high school will flow with the river today.

"Brother Liang, I'm just waiting for you to finish your sword blade with your own hands." Zhou Sang said while taking off the big bell in the classroom.

Liang Chen nodded, and walked straight to the back wall of the classroom, the couplet that had been glued for two years was gently torn off by him, and the pen and a sword had already been separated by Xue Jiao and Liu Bingjian, Liang Chen had to leave his own writing, and the white paper behind him was also torn, and the plum blossoms he pasted on the blackboard were gone, and the classroom of the third year of high school was full of inspirational words for the college entrance examination, and there was no trace of them staying for two years.

O years! will eventually smooth out Liang Chen's memory, and this place will eventually belong to future generations.

In front of the classroom door, Liang Chen and Tang Rui stood behind Teacher Mu, they were waiting for the final acceptance of the Political and Educational Office, this place belonged to them anymore.

Teacher Mu and Tang Rui were lamenting the ruthlessness of time, Liang Chen didn't have a lot of words with Xue Ji just now, and he didn't have a word to echo their words.

Xue Jiao's famous sentence was engraved by Liang Chen on the bulletin board next to the blackboard - time will eventually prove that time can change everything.

Liang Chen and Tang Rui handed over the key in their hands to the Political and Educational Office, and when the key left his hand, Liang Chen felt his heart tremble, and when he looked back at this classroom, it had become the first memory of the third year of high school.

(End of chapter)