The auditorium was full at the moment, and more than 1,000 high school juniors who were about to leave were sitting in the audience.

The lights and shadows on the stage are staggered, and various programs are endless.

Qiao Xinwu, who was sitting in the front row, looked at the show on the stage expressionlessly, without a trace of change in his eyes, and he was not shocked.

About an hour passed, the art festival came to an end, and the host stepped on high heels from the side to the stage, smiling and announcing the curtain: "Next, please enjoy today's last program, which is the chorus "Remembrance" brought to us by Class 7 students! ”

The host stepped down, and the red curtain slowly closed. After a few moments, the curtain slowly opened again amid applause.

This song has suddenly become popular in recent years, everyone is familiar with it, and the lyrics are also about graduation, which is appropriate.

It's just that this song is really not suitable for chorus, and the effect is just like that, after singing it in a hurry, the people on the stage are perfunctory, and the people in the audience are not infected at all, and their expressions are very blank one by one.

At the curtain call, Zhou Luo glanced at Qiao Xinwu's seat - it was already empty.

……

After all the programs are completed, the festival comes to an end.

Everyone returned backstage, but they heard that the festival was not over yet, and that there was one last highlight. Curious, everyone pulled open a small slit in the curtain and saw the headmaster walk onto the stage.

The principal wore a very formal suit today, and his hair seemed to be waxed, and he had never seen him like this on the day of his freshman year of high school. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to this graduation party.

He walked to the center of the stage and took the microphone from the host, but he didn't rush to speak. His gaze wandered over the more than 1,000 teachers and students sitting in the audience, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of each of them.

After being silent for a long time, he said slowly: "Today is ten days before the college entrance examination, and it is the last ten days of the third year of high school. ”

"I don't know if you still remember the first day you came to Changhe, you walked around the campus with luggage in your hands and smiles on your faces."

The big screen on the stage suddenly lit up, and a picture slowly emerged on it, fading in and out. I don't know who played "Remembrance" again in the background, and the melodious prelude echoed in the auditorium.

"I think everyone must have come here with a lot of enthusiasm at that time, and they wanted to work hard here for three years to fight for their future."

At this time, the song is playing exactly to the first sentence -

"Three years have passed in a blink of an eye......"

The principal's speech continued with the singing.

"The college entrance examination is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. Every inch of gain and loss in the examination room is exchanged for life. ”

"In the future, you may be admitted to Tiannan and Haibei, but today's art festival in early summer is to tell you."

"Scraps of paper at your feet

Too late to pick it up—"

The principal's voice penetrated the music and clearly fell on everyone's hearts: "Changhe, it will always be your home!" ”

"Pressing the textbook and copying the homework

Take a look at the exam room

Doesn't it feel very kind when you think about it now......"

The people behind the curtain peeked out through the cracks in the curtain, and many of the students in the audience were quietly wiping their tears with their sleeves.

"Now, please all the senior teachers and students to stand up, we have prepared a gift for you."

The voices paused with the music, and all the lights in the auditorium suddenly turned off.

Small doors around the auditorium rattled and were slowly opened from behind.

Light sources light up from all directions.

Someone walked in with a cake cart after a cart, and the candles on the cakes flickered and reflected on the students' cheeks.

The tears in their eyes were very clear.

"The cake was specially made by the school, with everyone's name written on it, and it was written by your dear parents. Later, it will be distributed to each class, and everyone will take a cake with their own name. ”

"After eating the cake of Changhe, I wish everyone can be named on the gold list and have a bright future!"

"I hope that after graduation, you will remember to go home often!" The principal on the stage had tears in his eyes and looked at the teachers and students in the audience.

The applause sounded like thunder, and Zhou Luo and others were deeply shocked when they watched this scene backstage.

It is said that the long and discipline is strict, and the set of exam-oriented education is very obvious. But at this moment, they only feel the warmth and love of Changhe here.

Maybe in the future, when they go out of this land, they will see more scenery, meet more people, and eat meals that are 10,000 times better than those in the canteen.

But the blue sky that you can see when you look up on the high school campus, the sunset outside the window that you haven't had time to record, the noisy but always noisy good friends, the teachers who are sometimes serious but always care about us, and the cafeteria meals that we complain about with our friends...... They are all unique and unique that they will never meet again in their lives.

It is a trace of youth alone.

The background music and applause are intertwined, endlessly, but they still can't hide the intermittent sobbing hidden under the applause and music.

Someone began to hum along to the music, and the applause slowly slowed down and turned into a rhythmic beat.

"I just want to hold on to the passing years

Say goodbye well

I regret that I can't go back to yesterday

I just want to remember this moment

The light years we've walked together ......"

After June, light years, into a memorial.

This art festival finally ended perfectly in the chorus of the teachers and students of the entire third year of high school, with tears rolling down and a pair of tears in their eyes.

There were thousands of people in the audience, and there was one person on the stage, all of whom had tears in their eyes.

They laughed, they cried.

Perhaps, this moment is not only an art festival, but also the youth of a group of people.

Then let's go to the next trip with a smile, hug our friends at this stop, and say goodbye.

In the future, we will still think of a certain moment in the past three years, as time goes by, many details will eventually be forgotten by people, but youth is never regretted, and we do not regret meeting everyone.

Regrets, thanks, can't go back to yesterday.