As a big killer, Mu Qingyun was very happy in school.

Her classmates loved her.

Mu Qingyun is also the first time to enjoy such a normal junior high school life, the teachers are all amiable, and they speak to her so gently that they seem to be able to pinch out the water, and the children in this era are even more simple and lovely, just because she studies well, they all like to play with her.

She also rarely enjoyed the privilege of being a good student in a serious way.

Indeed, when she was in high school before, God had already rewarded her hard work, and she still had excellent grades and was the pride of heaven.

But at that time, she was carrying a task on her back, and her life was like a spinning top that couldn't be stopped, and high school was still different in the end, and she was in a hurry to take the college entrance examination, and she was in a state of separation from the class at all, and she was not a normal student at all.

When I was in junior high school, I was inconspicuous at first, but later I didn't even have to go to school to take care of the seriously ill elderly.

Mu Qingyun didn't remember a few of her junior high school classmates.

Now it's like going through a cycle.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Mu Qingyun has lived in this era for a whole month.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the hero's sacrifice.

The heroic festivals of this era are far less formal than those of later generations, there are no long-form reports on TV stations, no blockbuster tributes, no various stages organized by school students, and no charity activities and live broadcasts of stars in the entertainment industry.

The activities organized by each school are very different, but in terms of solemnity and rigor, they have not diminished in the slightest.

As soon as October began, the school began to prepare, Mu Qingyun arrived at the school early in the morning and found that the entire school had been decorated, and propaganda banners were hung everywhere.

"Ah Qing, have you prepared flowers, they will be used in two days."

The tradition of Xiongxian County, at this time, students will prepare chrysanthemums and plum blossoms, which should be snow-white and snow-white, without a trace of dirt.

There are some in the commissary opposite the school, made of white silk cloth, and the price is also expensive, each flower costs two yuan.

Many students were reluctant to buy it, so they folded it on white paper.

Many of the students in the class have excellent folding skills, but Mu Qingyun has never folded them, but she is skillful, and she has learned very well after seeing Cai Panxuan fold them once.

October 9th

Clear, cloudless.

Folding willows weaved out small baskets, white plums were inserted in them, chrysanthemums were worn on their chests, and both men and women, young and old, put on new clothes that they usually don't wear, and rushed to the direction of the memorial tower in groups.

For a while, the alley was empty.

Mu Qingyun followed the student team of the No. 3 Middle School, singing loudly along the way, and loud slogans echoed in the air.

She felt a little new for a while, these activities, in her time, were generally gone, at that time it was a holiday, and the students had no choice, they would definitely have to participate in some activities organized by the school.

Most adults don't have this awareness, they have the leisure time to play with their mobile phones, surf the Internet, catch up with TV series that they usually don't have time to chase, and there are so many entertainment activities, who would be willing to waste a good time on this.

Following his classmates in the simplicity with the majestic memorial tower slowly walked around, after seeing the decades ago, those benevolent and righteous people who threw their heads and spilled their blood for the national fortune of the Ming Kingdom in the catastrophe, and finally ended the disaster completely, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but turn out the book and draw a picture.

In later generations, many of the small memorial towers in these counties have been merged with big cities, and some have also been renovated, with more exquisite decorations and more beautiful repairs, but this let her take a breath and feel the taste of the chest craze rolling, but it is getting weaker and weaker, and if she wants to see it again, she can only go to her dreams.

Mu Qingyun was a little regretful at this time, his paintings were far from good enough.

She didn't learn painting seriously, Teacher Jia taught her, and she mostly taught tasting, and occasionally practiced two because she liked it.

Mu Qingyun felt that his painting was not good, that was because later generations of students fell in love with interest classes, as if everyone could draw a good painting, and painting was really not very unusual.

Now, with a few strokes, she sketched a scene of 10,000 people visiting the memorial tower together, and the students on the left and right had their eyes glaring out.

Cai Panjian hurriedly helped to block it, not letting others reach out and touch it, with envy on his face: "Ah Qing, your painting is so good-looking, Yun Lili in the third class is not as good as your painting." ”

Yun Lili's family and Cai Panjian's family are from the same village, and they are still old neighbors, but Yun Lili's father is the village party secretary, and the family conditions are better than Cai Panjian, the two often played together when they were young, Cai Panli was particularly envious of Yun Lili who didn't have to do things at home, just had to study hard, her father also sent her to learn to paint, Cai Panxiao didn't even dare to dream about it.

Mu Qingyun smiled, folded the painting and put it in the bag he carried, and with a few strokes, he sketched a Cai Panjian.

In the painting, Cai Panyan is four or five years older, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, wearing a red plaid dress that has been very popular in pictorials recently, and a pair of small black leather boots, looking energetic and capable.

Cai Pan was stunned.

Mu Qingyun handed it over and said with a smile: "This is Xiao Cai in a few years." ”

Cai Panjian couldn't help but look at it again and again for a long time, blushing with shame, and said in a low voice: "How can I be so good-looking." ”

Her skin is not so white, her hair is trimmed by herself, and her ears are full, but it is not neatly cut, her teeth are not so white and bright, and she does not smile so brightly.

However, she is so good-looking, people can't help but yearn for it when they see it.

Mu Qingyun felt that in such a place, she should tell Xiao Cai that her future would be very bright.

After the students offered flowers, they scattered around, and Mu Qingyun also took Cai Panjian to walk slowly on the path covered by the jungle.

The paths are beautifully paved with cobblestones, and each section of the road is preceded by a stele with a carving of the process of building the road. Write down who built the road in what year.

Every section of the road was personally ground by the people of Xiongxian County and paved little by little.

Every stone on the memorial tower was carried by the villagers on foot, hundreds of miles on foot, and was selected and carried on the highest small green hill in Xiongxian County.

Although the whole building is not particularly professionally designed, the sincerity in it is visible to the naked eye, and even if a magnitude 10 earthquake occurs, there will be no problems here.

Mu Qingyun walked and walked, and he also fell into memories for a while.

The first time she saw death was in the eastern suburbs of Cloud City, when they hit a kind of monster that sprayed venom and was stained with dead plants, but fortunately it was very heavy, moving relatively slowly, and it was not completely flawless.

It was a disciple of Jiangnan Huijianmen, who was poisoned in order to save his senior brother.

At first, the kid looked very energetic, and explained everything behind him in an orderly manner, and finally smiled and said that he wanted to take one last bite of the meat buns made by his senior brother. (End of chapter)