There are a total of four buildings in the second middle school, and they are dug up by relying on a small low mountain, and one is higher than the other.

The first year of junior high school is located in the innermost and highest place, and the second and third junior high schools are outward.

Every year in September, the school year starts, and as the third year of junior high school leaves, the lower grades move out.

Every year, students move in the direction of the school gates.

This was the case when Chen Yushi was studying, when Meng Shi was studying, and when Chen Ziyu and Chen Lele were still like this.

Huang Chonggao, who has been in school for the longest time and has been in school for almost 20 years, doesn't know when this inexplicable sense of ritual began, which principal set it, except for the annual promotion season, no one cares, so it has been preserved.

Huang Chonggao is the director of education, and there are independent offices in the building next to the school cafeteria, which is no different from the vegetable greenhouse, except for the tin roof, and the building where the student dormitory and the school leader's office are mixed.

It's just that he rarely uses it.

He leads the class, and usually spends time in the office of the teaching building with other teachers, except for playing basketball with the students when he is not in class.

However, Huang Chonggao's favorite place in the school is the radio station next to the principal's office.

To this day, at the flag-raising ceremony every Monday, Huang Chonggao still plays the national anthem by himself, and then stands at the window to salute the national flag.

Every time the flag reaches its highest point, the song is not finished.

Or when the song is finished, the national flag is hastily pulled up.

Students can see that he has a black face all day.

Huang Chonggao is like a newspaper published on campus.

The good and bad things in school, his personal mood is good and bad, and all his thoughts are written on his face.

At this moment, he was in a very bad mood, and the negative air pressure emitted from his body made the students running towards the outside of the school burst out with a new speed.

After He Lingqing bullied Chen Ziyu in the classroom and was handed over to Huang Chonggao by Meng Shi, he followed him step by step.

I didn't go to the dean's office, it was a radio station that was half the space of a normal office.

At first, she thought that Huang Chonggao would let her write a review and apologize to Chen Ziyu on the radio.

She thought to herself, even if she dropped out of school, she wouldn't do that.

But Huang Chonggao only asked her to sit down on the only chair at the radio station, and the person stood in front of the window, looking outside and saying nothing.

Huang Chonggao didn't let He Lingqing apologize in the broadcast room, which made her breathe a sigh of relief and a little lost at the same time.

Yi Xiaoxiang's "Chasing the Colorful Season", which was played in the supermarket outside, rubbed into the waves in her brain.

He Lingqing fantasized that if Huang Chonggao asked herself to apologize through the radio, she would "swear to the death".

Even if you are dropped out of school, you will not regret it.

On the way to follow Huang Chonggao to the radio studio, she had already thought of what she said to her mother in her mind-

It's all because you have no money and no background!

Look at other people's parents!

Why can Chen Ziyu start a live broadcast and sing after school!

You can travel everywhere during the holidays!

I can only work with you!

As for what she would do after she didn't study, He Lingqing hadn't thought about it.

She just wanted to run, find someone to take her far away, and stop fiddling with the pile of cake boxes with her mother.

When I was in elementary school, the teacher asked, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Others raised their hands and scrambled.

She just thought to herself, just don't brush the cake box.

Mom is in a small workshop in the village, making cupcake boxes for the bakery.

Every day after school to do homework and eat, He Lingqing would be called to help, spread out a stack of paper molds, and brush glue on the four corners.

Workshops with exposed red bricks.

Dazzling white energy-saving lamps.

Pungent yellow glue.

Waiting for the folded pink printed cardboard.

Break the shortcomings of the parents, be jealous of others for being rich, and laugh at other people's unfortunate aunts.

That was the place He Lingqing was most reluctant to stay and had to go.

"No matter how far away it is, my heart will be with you, chasing the colorful season."

"Do you feel it, I've been watching your figure, please run to the end~"

"Catching Up with the Colorful Season" comes to an end.

Yi Xiaoxiang's voice was as warm, firm and soothing as ever.

He Lingqing's words in her heart were becoming more and more perfect, and she felt that she was not afraid of the rumored terrible Huang Chonggao at all.

The scene of being called to the office and then silent with each other is no stranger to He Lingqing.

The homeroom teachers from childhood to adulthood love to do this.

Call someone to the office, don't speak, bow your head to correct your homework, wait for class or school, suddenly look up and say, go back, pay attention next time.

Teachers are used to this trick.

He Lingqing thought to herself, in fact, they didn't think about how to educate people.

Aside from the teacher's skin, they are no different from the women who brush the cake boxes.

Go to work, get off work, get paid.

The only difference is that the women have brushes and glue in their hands, and the teachers have textbooks and chalk in their hands.

The women have colorful hands in their hands, and different styles of boxes have become students with the same different personalities.

Even the expressions on their faces when they scolded the students were the same as the faces of the women who scolded the creases of today's boxes and did not stamp them.

He Lingqing lowered her head and raised her head, looked at the teaching director who looked like a groundhog standing by the window, and muttered softly, "It's all the same." ”

She thought to herself, wait for Huang Chonggao to speak, I will say these words in front of him, and it would be best to start broadcasting.

Hum.

I'm not afraid of anyone!

He Lingqing, the first year of junior high school, 13 years old (blackened).

"Today I was invited by someone to come here to find someone, is Ziyu here? Can you come to me? ”

Suddenly, a familiar voice knocked her out of the simulated "battle" in her head.

This...... Isn't this a song?

Is this Yi Xiaoxiang inviting Chen Ziyu?

Is it really easy to look forward to?

The fierce impact made He Lingqing's fantasy in his mind like a toilet bowl that had been pressed the flush button, and all kinds of rhetoric swirled from his brain to his stomach.

She wanted to throw up and fart.

Then, she had a hiccup.

She felt so hungry.

"If your dream is not successful, you will fall into the cliff, how can you know that persistent people have invisible wings."

In Yi Xiaoxiang's harmony, Chen Ziyu's singing voice soared above the school like a lark.

Huang Chonggao turned around, looked at He Lingqing, whose face was pale, her fists were clenched, and her body trembled slightly, walked in front of her, and squatted down.

His short, thick, bloated and cramped body was huddled together in front of He Lingqing.

It's like a student taking the bus home, passing by every day, in the cloudy and uncertain river, I don't know how long the stone pier has been washed away.

"Think it's unfair? Why can she sing with everyone's favorite singer outside of school, surrounded by a group of people? But I was going to be brought here by a teacher to educate because of her uncle's words? ”

Huang's sublime voice squeezed out of his thick, short chest.

"Fifteen years ago, I thought I was the best teacher in the school, and my class had the highest promotion rate every year."

"Ten years ago, when the old principal retired, I was the one with the most outstanding teaching ability and the highest teaching level, and I was awarded the title of "excellent teacher" and "backbone teacher". ”

"Twenty years later, after sending off three principals, I am still the director, and I am the oldest person in the school."

"There is a math teacher in the second elementary school, who did not graduate from primary school, went to teach mathematics in the first and second grades of primary school, and now he is retired, receiving a pension of 6,704 yuan a month."

"In a few years, I'll be like her."

Huang Chong squatted there, calm as a small river covered with duckweed during the dry season, and could not see whether the water was flowing.

"So, what is it that makes me, a grassroots who should be rotting in the ground, be able to reach the same level at the end of life as someone like this person who can teach and edit after graduating from elementary school?"

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