There was still a week before the coming-of-age ceremony, and Wang Jiong used the big recess to gather everyone to the playground.

Wang Jiong held the microphone and stood on the rostrum to point to the country: "We have marked everyone's position, everyone stands according to the mark, neatly." ”

"Now let's play the music, and let's do a gesture dance first."

The procession was set in class order, with Class 7 surrounded in the middle.

Zhou Luo secretly turned his head to look at Bai Luofan, and said with his mouth: "Are you okay?" ”

Bai Luofan raised his eyebrows, and also replied with his mouth: "Who do you look down on?" ”

Zhou Luo couldn't help laughing, gave him a "optimistic about you" look, and turned his head back. You know, she's spent all her free time teaching him for a week, and if she can't learn it again, she'll vomit blood.

The music played, and the students on the playground began to make various gestures to the beat, in unison. I don't know if it's because everyone is wearing the same school uniform, although there are still a few people who are not standard, but from a distance, the scene is still quite shocking.

Wang Jiong looked down at the students in the audience and nodded with satisfaction.

One song is over.

"Everyone has practiced well, and we must not drop the chain on the day of the official event! Show parents the results of your efforts. ”

After a while, the morning passed. The sun gradually became scorching, and the students began to become agitated, Wang Jiong maintained discipline for a while, and let the students go back. Before leaving, he reminded: "Tomorrow night we will hand out stationery to everyone, and today you can make a draft first, and be sketched when the time comes." Okay, that's all for today, bring it back to each class. ”

Back in the classroom, everyone was choked by the sun, Xu Rong quietly turned on the fan, and everyone felt cool.

"Thank you, Fan Man!" Someone shouted.

"Walking the rivers and lakes, no thanks!" Fan man Xu Rong hugged his fists in return, causing everyone to laugh.

The sticky sweat on the body meets the cool wind, and it has been refreshing to the heart. Everyone was enjoying the coolness with their eyes closed, and before the sweat dried, Song Yao came in, and the first thing she did when she came in was to turn off the fan.

"How can you turn on the fan, it's only April now, and I'm just sweating, what should I do if I catch a cold when the wind blows?"

Fan Man pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Just drove it for a while." ”

As soon as Song Yao stood on the podium, the students who were running around immediately returned to their seats and sat upright, looking like good children.

Song Yao was amused when she saw this.

"The coming-of-age ceremony is about to begin, and everyone should think about how to write that letter, which is to be shown to parents that day, and they all use snacks. Parents have paid a lot to raise you, and everyone must know how to be grateful. In the past, when I wrote letters, I cried while writing. ”

"Huh? What are you crying about? The crowd was puzzled.

"It's not easy to think of my parents."

The students in the audience were all talking to each other, whispering, although they didn't say it explicitly, Song Yao could tell from their faces that they didn't believe it.

"Don't believe it, you see if you cry tomorrow." Song Yao said with a smile.

She has taken so many classes of students, and every class has such an expression of "we will definitely not be so fragile" before writing letters, but when she really started writing, she cried breathlessly.

But the teenagers in Class 7 just don't believe in this evil, don't they just write a letter, what's there to cry about.

They don't cry!

The next night, the squad leader was handing out letterheads one by one, and everyone was still talking and laughing, and even teased each other, "Don't cry too ugly later, I don't have tissues." ”

There was a lot of noise, and Wang Jiong's voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Everyone must write well, this will be a very meaningful gift for your parents."

After the squad leader handed out the letter, he also returned to his seat, and Song Yao said that he could start writing.

Zhou Luo pinched the edge of the letter paper and looked at it carefully. The pure white letter paper is printed with the school emblem of Nagawa, which is very solemn.

She hadn't thought about what to write, and the pen she picked up didn't fall for a long time. The sound of frolicking stopped, and the surroundings fell silent, except for the "rustle" of writing.

Wang Jiong sat in the monitoring room, staring at the monitoring screens of more than a dozen classes in front of him, his brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.

This atmosphere is not right, why is no one crying this year?

He touched his chin and thought for a moment, and then he had an idea.

Wang Jiong took out his mobile phone, found a few tear-jerking songs, connected the speaker, and started playing.

The students all bowed their heads to write letters, and a song "Mother in the Candlelight" slowly flowed out of the loudspeakers in the classroom, singing melodiously and full of emotion.

I don't know how many times it was played, Zhou Luo heard people around him start sobbing quietly.

Wang Jiong felt that it was not enough, so he changed the song "Father" again.

"A dad who wants to be strong all his life

What can I do for you

O your dear child

Grown up~~~"

At this moment, the sobs in the classroom began to rise one after another, and even cried directly.

Zhou Luo lowered his head and looked around a little helplessly, Meng Xiangting and Lin Jingjing cried so much that their eyes were red, Bai Luofan was relatively normal, but his expression was also quite dignified.

In the past, people cried every year because they remembered that it was not easy for their parents, and if they didn't cry, Wang Jiong, the rebellious director, would use additional means, right?

She silently withdrew her eyes, only feeling that her eye sockets were dry, and she didn't feel like crying at all, and suddenly felt that she was a little too indifferent.

Holding the pen for a while, I don't know if it was infected by their emotions, Zhou Luo was crying, inspiration appeared, and finally the first pen fell.

……

The songs in the speaker changed again and again, one more tear-jerking than the other, Wang Jiong stared at the monitoring and nodded with satisfaction.

That's right!

Everyone cried breathlessly, with a handful of tears and snot.

The paper drawer on a classmate's desk was divided between fox friends and dog friends on the front and back.

"You smoke less, I have to use it too." The classmate was sobbing and crying while protecting his tissue.

Woo woo, this is too wasteful paper, she thinks she can finish crying this pack.

At first, they were only a little emotionally driven by the tear-jerking Divine Comedy, but when they wrote a letter, every word they wrote, they really remembered that their parents were kind to them. Later, the tears gradually became uncontrollable, and the tear-jerking divine comedy was still playing, which didn't mean to make them cry blind today!

But parents are always the last line of defense in the hearts of most people. When you are sick or sad, the first thing that comes to mind is always the desire to go home.

No one will be waiting for us in the same place, except parents. No matter how nasty things we say during a fight, they will never leave.

It's an inseparable emotion in the blood.

Song Yao sat on the podium and looked at these children, shaking her head helplessly and chuckling.

Who said they wouldn't cry?

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