At eight o'clock in the morning, the activity group gathered at the school gate.

Last night's cultivation lasted until more than three o'clock in the second half of the night, and Ling Lang got up before seven o'clock. After drinking a bowl of porridge in the cafeteria, eating two steamed buns, loosening his muscles, and coming to the meeting point, Ling Lang thought that he had come early enough, and when he saw it, there were already many people here.

He slept for less than four hours, but Ling Lang felt that he was not sleepy, since he had seen a lot of strange things that he had never imagined in the past, and his soul body had become more and more condensed in recent days. He felt himself. Not only has my physical fitness become better and better, but even my mind and vision have become much tougher and broader. The pain caused by the death of his father is huge, yesterday the sound and appearance are still there, and now things are not human. But inexplicably, from leaving home to school, his mood quickly improved, or maybe his attention shifted.

Relatives and friends at home have already discussed that they will contribute money to support him until he graduates from college. However, the third sister Ling Shan can only be sent to graduate from junior high school at most. The third sister herself already wants to drop out of school to help the family, after all, her father still owes a lot of money when he was treated, and the bank has also loaned money, although they have reduced a lot of interest as appropriate, but in short, the family's life will not be good there.

The eldest sister and her mother refused to let the third sister drop out of school, saying that as long as they could study and pass the exam, no matter how hard and tired they were, they would provide for several children to study. My mother is also ready to go out to work. The money from selling plums at home can only be used to vegetables, rice, oil and salt, but it is not enough to pay off debts, and the children's daily expenses are even more than a cent, and they can't squeeze it out.

Ling Lang also had the idea of dropping out of school, after all, he was the eldest boy in the family. But he didn't say it in the end, because he deeply understood that if there was still some hope for this family to be maintained, the reason why his mother and eldest sister gritted their teeth and persevered was probably that he hoped that he could get ahead as soon as possible and shine on the lintel. Even those next-door neighbors, relatives and friends, see it this way.

Therefore, Ling Lang could only bury the idea of dropping out of school in his heart, carrying incomparable indebtedness and guilt, forcing himself to be strong and grow up as soon as possible.

In the morning light, the campus is quiet. People were walking softly to and fro, whispering this. Ling Lang was thinking about his thoughts when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Ling Lang, President Ling, Ling Dacai, Ling ......" A voice like a silver bell sounded in front of him.

"Oh, oh, it's you, what's wrong. Ling Lang came back to his senses, and what caught his eyelids was a pair of stunning pairs - the one with a round face with two pigtails, wearing jeans, and a knot at the hem of the shirt was Gao Hong, the vice president. The other girl was beautiful and elegant, her eyes were black and white, and she couldn't see a trace of impurities, and she was as bright as a star. Under the beautiful Yao nose is a small cherry mouth with a smile, and there are two small dimples on the cheeks. The most beautiful is the pair of slender hands, the skin is like jade, the fingers are slender and clean, and under the morning light, the pale cyan slender blood vessels can be seen, as if transparent. She is Ling Lang's classmate, and she is also the class flower in the class, and some people even say that this Peng Xueqing is the school flower of the county No. 1 high school.

Gao Hong has a hearty personality and a crisp voice, and he is also an announcer in the school broadcast studio. has a good literary style, and he is also a leader in this. Peng Xueqing carried a sketchpad on her back, and Ling Lang sometimes thought that with such a pair of slender hands, she should play the guzheng or the piano.

"What are you doing in a daze, everyone is here. Let's get ready to go, President Ling, or you will lead the team. Gao Hong has always spoken straightforwardly. Sometimes it's embarrassing.

Peng Xueqing, on the other hand, smiled and didn't speak, but her eyes were also looking at Ling Lang.

"Let's come, I'm not familiar with the county route, and I don't attend many events, so everyone doesn't know it very well. But Ling Lang didn't feel anything embarrassed, the fairies had seen it, and such a "small scene" would not make him feel at a loss.

"You know it yourself, and you're embarrassed to say it. Gao Hong wrinkled her nose, snorted, and said dissatisfied.

"Gao Hong, you have this mouth, you just let Ling Lang go. Peng Xueqing felt that Gao Hong was a little unrelenting, so she came over to play a round.

"Hmph, just you protect the talented man in your class, hmph. Gao Hong seemed to have a lot of grievances, but when her best friend spoke, she naturally went down the stairs.

"Hou Yingjie, come here, help us take a picture first. Gao Hong turned around and said to the tall, thin boy who had been following them.

Hou Yingjie and Gao Hong are classmates, they are still from the neighboring village, and they are classmates in elementary school. He belongs to the kind of student with a solid family, his father is a village cadre in the village, and his brother has a brick factory, which is not small. Therefore, some classmates said that the SLR camera in his hand costs tens of thousands of yuan, which is better than the one that is usually used for teaching in the county No. 1 high school, as well as the one used to take pictures of various important scenes. Sometimes, the school came to inspect the leaders above, and the school had to borrow it from him. He is also handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his hairstyle is much better than the average boy's toilet seat and inch head, which is much more fashionable and good-looking, plus he is still on the school basketball team, and he is usually very concerned and popular with girls.

Hou Yingjie likes Gao Hong a little, this is obvious to everyone, the two of them are usually very close, in and out of the pair or something, of course, there is no over-the-top behavior at school.

Hou Yingjie originally thought that he also liked Gao Hong, at least before he met Peng Xueqing, he got along with Gao Hong very happily, Gao Hong's personality is actually very suitable for being a girlfriend (naturally high school is too early, not advocated), can speak, sing, write and dance. But later he met Peng Xueqing in the literary club, and he felt that Peng Xueqing's kind should be the type he really liked, so he also joined the painting interest class.

Gao Hong and Peng Xueqing are good best friends, although they are not classmates, but whenever they are free, they get tired of being together, and then Hou Yingjie becomes their little follower. started gossiping among classmates, and after a long time, everyone was not surprised.

The senior brothers and sisters in the third year of high school, because they have all entered the countdown to the college entrance examination, have a heavy academic load. So basically, the current literature club, the student union, and other club cores are all sophomores and freshmen in high school, and the sophomore naturally has the most. So the dozen or so people present basically knew each other, and everyone didn't feel restrained, plus Gao Hong's organizational ability, it also made people give a thumbs up, and the group photo was taken smoothly.

As for renting a minibus, it has long been difficult for the group of people in the county to find sponsors in the society to sponsor the elites who publish the anthology.

Gao Hong pulled Hou Yingjie to sit in the first row on the right hand, Hou Yingjie sat in the aisle, and Gao Hong leaned against the window. Ling Lang and Peng Xueqing sat together, Peng Xueqing by the window, and Ling Lang by the aisle.

Along the way, everyone talked and laughed, but the quietest were him and Peng Xueqing. Ling Lang has always felt that he doesn't know what to say when facing girls. I didn't dare to look at Peng Xueqing's side face. I had to occasionally look through the windshield in front of me to look at the road in front of me, and of course, occasionally look at Peng Xueqing's hands rubbing back and forth on the drawing board. The sun shone through the car window and shone on the slender hands that were as white as jade. Ling Lang thought to himself, this hand is really good-looking, and he really wants to drag it and hold it, but of course he just thinks about it.

Perhaps feeling Ling Lang's eyes that often flickered on it, Peng Xueqing's face was a little red, and her hands felt hot, and she told herself in her heart that it was because of the sun.

From the county high school to the general temple in the south of the city, it takes 40 minutes to arrive by car, and this time flies, so that the two young men and women who have not communicated all the way have no time to think about it.

The General Temple was built to commemorate General Pan Mao Ming of the previous dynasty. Pan Maoming turned out to be a Taoist priest, and when he was young, he collected medicine and alchemy in the mountains to help the world and save people. Later, because the local barbarians oppressed the Han people and slaughtered the people, they resolutely joined the army and made outstanding achievements, and was named a cavalry guerrilla general by the former dynasty. In order to commemorate his exploits, later generations opened a temple for him.

But in fact, this Pan Maoming is not from Yudu County, so there are only statues in the General Temple in the south of the city, and even the clothes in the mound are fake. The descendants of Pan Shi have never visited here. Because the real tomb is at the foot of the Higashiyama Mountain in Mauna City, the real General Temple was also built there.

The status of the General Temple in the south of the city is a little embarrassing, but because the building is exquisite, euphemistic and chic, and it has a representative architectural style of the southern school, the state still lists it as a national key protected cultural relics unit. As a cultural relics building, naturally there can no longer be the peak scene of incense, usually open, only for visitors to visit and learn.

The General Temple does not occupy a large area, but it is built on the side of the Jinjiang River, the main river of Yudu City, in today's words, it is definitely a good house type in the river, and the scenery is the most pleasant.

Everyone checked their tickets one by one and entered the gate, first bypassing a photo wall (screen wall), which is a square lotus pond. The lotus flowers in the pond have not yet bloomed, only a few lotus buds, hidden among the wide lotus leaves, occasionally revealing a touch of different emerald green, adding a lot of vitality.

On the walls on both sides of the lotus pond, on the left hand side is the inscription of arias, and on the other side is the life record of General Pan Maoming. Although the general temple is not big, it is carved beams and painted buildings, the colorful paintings are rich and complex, the woodcarving techniques are fine, the southern style is light and delicate, beautiful and dexterous. So from time to time, everyone let out a few exclamations. Hou Yingjie even held up the SLR in his hand, clicked everywhere and took a lot of photos, and took a lot of photos for his classmates, of course, the protagonists must be Gao Hong and Peng Xueqing.

The members' interest is quite high. But Ling Lang's feeling was not good, as soon as he entered the gate of the General's Temple, he felt that his soul body was vibrating, and his consciousness was uneasy. When I came from the side doors on both sides to the mound at the back, my heart fluttered even more intensely.

Part of the building complex behind the General's Temple is jutting out to the river. The left head of the mound is a seven-story Zhenhe pagoda, the main body is a brick and stone structure, but the buildings between the towers are mostly made of wood.

The pagoda is a hexagonal building, and the tower body is tall and slender, simple and elegant. The top of the tower is bordered by green glazed tiles, and the body of the tower is made of beige bricks and off-white marble. The hollow woodworking pattern surrounds the tower body layer by layer, giving people a feeling of ingenuity and beauty.

But Ling Lang felt that the source that touched his heart happened to come from the tower, the top of the tower. As he snaked up the narrow wooden ladder in the shape of a well, he was on the sixth floor when he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly overhead.

"Come on, everyone, come and help, someone is going to commit suicide by jumping off the tower. ”

Hearing such a call, Ling Lang hurriedly quickened his pace and rushed to the highest tower floor.