Chapter 17
As the Chinese New Year approaches, everyone is getting a little excited.
The school issued a temporary notice that the winter vacation for senior high school students was changed to the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month.
On the day the notice was issued, the entire third floor was filled with wailing.
"Okay, okay. Stop howling." Teacher Shen shouted for a long time in front before he could barely control the situation.
"It's your final winter break. Next year you'll be college students, and you'll have as much freedom as you want. Everyone, focus on studying hard. Getting into a good university is better than anything else."
It was the same old rhetoric again, the students were so tired of hearing it that their ears were callused. It wasn't quiet for a moment before the classroom started to get chaotic again.
"I have good news for you."
Teacher Shen suddenly left a secret, and it worked. The classroom suddenly became quiet.
"This Friday evening study session is cancelled, and we'll have a get-together party."
"yeah!"
"Students with talents, please prepare well. This is the last time we will have an event together. We will have a lot of things to do next year. Okay, let's not delay your studies. Let's start self-study now."
Teacher Shen picked up the book, dusted off the chalk dust on it, turned around and walked out.
The classroom started whispering again.
"Zhao, are you joining?"
Xiaoqian patted Fang Zhao on the back, and Fang Zhao turned around tacitly.
"My foot hasn't fully recovered yet, so forget it."
"You can sing. You sing so beautifully."
Fang Zhao likes singing very much, and he is definitely a microphone master when he goes to KTV with a group.
She still remembered that when she was in her second year of high school, it was her birthday. An Huainan invited her to dinner, and Fang Zhao happily called a few classmates they were familiar with to go to KTV to sing together.
She was really happy that day because An Huainan gave her a very cute frog cup.
At that time, it was very popular to give cups as gifts, which meant "a lifetime". Giving a cup to a friend meant that you would be friends with that person for life.
After entering the KTV, she grabbed a microphone and never came down from the stage.
By chance, she ran into her classmate Xiao Han, who was also a microphone master. While everyone else was tired from singing and collapsed on the sofa, she and Xiao Han were still singing a passionate duet on the stage, singing one love song after another.
She didn't remember what An Huainan was doing at the time, but she knew that An Huainan ignored her for more than a week afterwards.
Afterwards, she reflected on herself and thought that she might have been too absorbed in singing and completely forgot about An Huainan's existence, which was why he got angry.
But she could never change her nature of throwing herself into the music once she picked up the microphone. Later, she even rarely went to KTV.
"Forget it." Fang Zhao smiled, turned around and continued to read her big book.
After getting her studies in order, she no longer put a lot of energy into them. After all, high school knowledge was limited, and as a repeater, she still had more advantages than others.
After evening study, An Huainan came in and happened to meet Wen Bo.
The two men met each other, and tacitly gave way without saying a word.
"What are you going to perform at the gala?"
Lying on An Huainan's back, Fang Zhao asked in his ear.
An Huainan's scent was truly too captivating, and even a few sniffs could make one lose their minds. Fang Zhao had been quite self-indulgent lately; the phrase "conscious decadence" truly existed.
"I haven't decided yet, how about you?"
"Me?" Fang Zhao sighed. "I'd better just be a spectator. Eating oranges and popping melon seeds is pretty good."
It is deep winter, and heavy snow has fallen in the north. The snow on the ground is about ten centimeters thick and scattered fluffy. When you walk on it, it makes a "crunching" sound.
The snow was too thick to be swept away. An Huainan was afraid that Fang Zhao would fall again, so he carried her on his back and walked towards the girls' dormitory, taking one step forward and one step back.
Fang Zhao suddenly remembered the time when she was sick as a child and her father carried her on his back to the village clinic for an injection.
She also lay on her father's back and smelled his scent.
This feeling is indescribably reassuring.
***
On the day of the party, the school radio started playing music just after the second class in the afternoon. In order to make the evening party go better, each senior class can decorate the classroom from now on.
The students were finally freed from the towering piles of books, and their spirits were high. Some moved tables, some hung ribbons, and the division of labor was clear and orderly.
Fang Zhao was unable to move around easily and didn't want to disturb everyone, so he simply stood in the corridor and stared into the distance in a daze.
She no longer remembers what the scene was like.
Bao Jing came from the end of the corridor carrying a bag of candy. When she saw Fang Zhao, the smile on her face froze for a moment and she turned and walked into the classroom.
Yes, at that time, she had to think hard to sit with Wen Bo.
In the end, he still couldn't win over Bao Jing.
He smiled at himself sarcastically, now no one would compete with Bao Jing.
"The homeroom teacher said that the three senior classes on this floor can visit each other's classes for performances. They can also 'challenge' each other and be ranked first, second, and third, but they can't visit other floors."
"Oh! Then I must go to the liberal arts class to listen to Zhou Wei's Huangmei Opera. I heard that his family has inherited it from ancestors."
Hou Jie ran over and saw Fang Zhao standing outside.
"Fang Zhao, are you going?"
Fang Zhao shook his head.
"Aren't you going to see An Huainan? But I want to go see Li Yihong. I heard she's going to dance tonight."
Fang Zhao was speechless. Hou Jie was really honest.
"Does Li Yihong know you? You're so worried about her every day."
"Unrequited love is also love. You don't understand. It has its own unique charm."
After Hou Jie finished speaking, another gust of wind ran away.
Unrequited love is still love.
Finally, the bell for evening self-study rang. When Fang Zhao entered the classroom, he almost couldn't find his desk.
"Zaozi, here."
Xiaoqian waved at her, and she walked over and sat next to Xiaoqian.
"Where's Liu Xuefeng?"
"He said he's going to put on a mysterious show for me later, and he's getting ready right now."
"Do you want to eat melon seeds?"
Xiaoqian grabbed a handful of melon seeds and put them on Fang Zhao's table. Fang Zhao picked them up and cracked them with her.
The head teachers of the three classes only come to check on things occasionally, and as long as there is no trouble, the students can do whatever they want. After all, the college entrance examination is only a few months away, so there is no need to be so strict.
Fang Zhao was eating melon seeds and gossiping with Xiaoqian, and he seemed quite happy.
During this time, she noticed Bao Jing and Wen Bo's desks at the back of the classroom, side by side. Bao Jing tilted her head and said something to Wen Bo, occasionally placing some food on his desk. Wen Bo showed no emotion, only nodding occasionally.
"What's wrong?"
Xiaoqian looked in her direction. "It's quite harmonious."
Fang Zhao laughed, "There's no harmony between you and Liu Xuefeng."
"Hate."
As he was speaking, the teacher's light suddenly went out.
A burst of music started, and a beam of green light appeared in front of the teacher, just enough to illuminate the stage.
The magician in a white suit and a magic hat made a stunning appearance, slid to the center of the stage with the moonwalk, turned around, and faced Xiaoqian and Fang Zhao.
"It's Liu Xuefeng." Xiaoqian was obviously getting excited.
Although the magician was wearing a white puppet mask, she would not be mistaken.
"It's Michael Jackson's dance moves, wow, that's great."
A burst of "wows" echoed from the audience. Liu Xuefeng's tall figure and agile dance steps captivated the crowd. Even students from other classes who came to visit were stunned and watched his performance in amazement.
After completing a few moves, the magician lowered his head. When he looked up again, the mask on his face was gone and there was a rose in his hand.
The magician spun quickly and handed the rose directly to Xiaoqian.
At this moment, Xiaoqian covered her mouth excitedly, her whole face flushed and a little hot.
After the performance, the audience burst into warm applause.
If Wangshan Middle School had a list of 'best boyfriend candidates', Liu Xuefeng would definitely be in the top three.
Suddenly, the green light on the stage disappeared and the classroom fell into darkness in an instant.
"I haven't fully felt the tenderness of a kiss while awake~"
A pure male voice suddenly pierced the entire classroom, pulling the still somewhat excited crowd into a slightly sad atmosphere.
There aren't many people who can sing Faye Wong's songs, and even fewer boys who can sing her songs.
When Fang Zhao heard the first line of the song, her heart was gripped with anxiety and her palms were sweating because of her heartbeat.
"When we tremble together, we will better understand what gentleness is~"
The lights suddenly turned on, and An Huainan stood in the middle of the classroom holding a microphone. Although he was wearing all black, he couldn't hide his youthful charm.
The classroom was filled with "wows" again.
"What's going on today? Why are the peacocks competing to spread their feathers?"
Chu Jingjing was sitting right behind Fang Zhao. She suddenly stood up, put her face between Fang Zhao and Xiaoqian, and commented.
"Brother Jing, please enjoy your melon seeds."
Xiaoqian picked up a handful of melon seeds and pushed her whole body back.
Fang Zhao sat in his seat, listening to the familiar melody, but his eyes suddenly became moist.
She remembered that the school radio station would play the song "Red Bean" every time she had a birthday. At first, she thought it was a coincidence, until one birthday, when An Huainan copied down the lyrics of the song and gave it to her. She realized it was intentional.
Later, during the years when she and An Huainan lost contact, the song she hated to listen to the most was this.
It always made her burst into tears.
How can red beans be enough to express my longing for you? Unbeknownst to the outside world, longing has penetrated deep into my bones. It is an unspeakable pain that breaks at the slightest touch, tearing my life apart with pain.
How did she live during those years?
"But sometimes I would rather choose to stay and not let go
When I have seen all the scenery, maybe you will accompany me to watch the long flow of water."
After the song was finished, Fang Zhao was already in tears.
They had promised a long-term relationship, but they missed out on nearly ten years.
Could it be that these past ten years have not only carried my own longing for him, but also his?
An Huainan walked up to Fang Zhao and lowered his eyes to look into hers. Fang Zhao also raised his eyes to look at him. This face had appeared countless times in his dreams, and now it was right in front of him. He didn't know whether to thank the heavens for lowering the curtain, or to sigh at the fickleness of fate.
Fireworks suddenly started outside the window. Large fireworks rose into the air and exploded with a "pop", lighting up half the sky red.
Most of the students were attracted to the window by the fireworks, as if they were the only two left there.
Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other.
She heard him say, "Fang Zhao, I'm back."
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