Chapter 183: That top student, come over and talk about the topic 42
Because it was the last three evening self-study periods, the dean of studies no longer cared about discipline, and the entire corridor was unexpectedly quiet.
I don't know which class started singing first, but the song soon spread throughout the corridor.
Mingnan listened for a moment and it was "The Wind Rises".
I don't know who in the class started humming along. An Jing looked at him and didn't say anything. Instead, he started singing along.
As soon as she opened her mouth, her classmates no longer had any reservations and joined in one after another.
The neat singing voices floated out of the window with the wind, passing over the rustling poplar trees outside the window and reaching the sky.
The twinkling stars seemed to be singing in harmony for them.
As Mingnan sang, his eyes suddenly became moist.
205: [Host, what’s wrong with you? ]
[I don’t know, I just feel like crying for some reason.]
Shen Yang handed her a piece of paper from behind. She turned around and found that Shen Yang had taken off his glasses and his eyes were a little red.
She suddenly realized that maybe this was youth.
After tonight, they will bid farewell to their youth completely.
An Jing simply opened the multimedia and said with a smile, "Come on, it's the last few minutes, do whatever you want, order some songs."
In the end, most of the class chose "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky".
As the prelude began, everyone fell silent.
Throughout this whole year, the brightest star in the night sky has been with them the longest.
“…Whenever I cannot find the meaning of existence, whenever I am lost in the darkness, oh, the brightest star in the night sky, please light my way forward (1)——”
The whole class sang together, no one cared whether they were out of tune or not, or whether it sounded difficult or not. At that moment, there was no technique involved, only emotion.
After singing this song, An Jing also cried.
She sniffed, and the playlist automatically jumped to another familiar song that was very appropriate for the occasion.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and someone said, "Isn't this too tear-jerking?"
"What a sensible playlist!"
"Shall we sing?"
"Sing! We are all leaving, so why don't we sing a song called "Farewell"?"
He clapped his hands quietly, signaling everyone to listen to the beat.
Mingnan wiped his tears, but they wouldn't stop flowing, so he sang along subconsciously.
The boy's singing was melodious and clear, carrying all their joys and sorrows at that moment.
The Dean of Studies walked to the door, couldn't help but stop to look inside and whistled.
The loud whistles combined with theirs became the most perfect music of the night.
He played the harp as he walked, and students from other classes were inspired and started singing along.
Soon the farewell song filled the entire corridor.
The sophomores and freshmen who were playing on the playground after school stopped at the same time and looked towards the teaching building.
The top floor was brightly lit, and beautiful singing drifted in the wind.
"A jug of muddy wine to enjoy the rest of my life, tonight I will not dream of the cold (2)."
Almost at the same time as the last word was spoken, the bell for the end of class rang dramatically throughout the school.
At that moment, the entire senior year was in an uproar.
He stood quietly on the podium, stood at attention, and bowed deeply to everyone. All the students stood up, with tears in their eyes.
An Jing said: "Students, after twelve years of hard work, it's time for us to go to the battlefield."
"We are fully prepared for this battle. There is nothing to be afraid of. Just do your best. I have given you all the instructions during the day. Now I want to say that you should relax and don't regard the college entrance examination as the whole of your life. It is just a test for your current stage. Whether you succeed or not, it does not mean anything."
"You still have a long way to go, and your future has infinite possibilities, so please feel free to move forward boldly. Teacher, I can only send you off here. I wish you all a successful start and success in the college entrance examination!"
She couldn't help choking up at the end.
Mingnan burst into tears again.
"Thank you, teacher!"
Everyone bowed to An Jing.
An Jing smiled and clapped her hands, "Okay, let's go."
Everyone has packed their things long ago, so they can just put on their backpacks and leave.
Mingnan and Shen Yang went out one after another.
When leaving the teaching building, Mingnan couldn't help but stop. Shen Yang held her shoulders and looked back with her.
The lights in the senior year finally dimmed one by one.
Mingnan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then said with a smile, "Teacher Shen, do you have confidence?"
Shen Yang wiped the corner of her eye with his thumb and said softly, "Yes, you and I will both get the most satisfactory results in the exam."
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Regardless of his grades, after the college entrance examination, Shen Shuangcheng signed up for a tour group and took his grandmother with him. The family of four had a great time traveling abroad and took countless photos, all of which were developed and put into a new album.
Grandma was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She sat on the beach chair and said to Mingnan with emotion: "Nannan, I haven't been this happy in a long time."
The sunset at the seaside is as magnificent as an oil painting in rich colors.
The brilliant golden light fell on grandma's face, so gentle that it softened people's hearts.
Mingnan couldn't help but go over to hug her and said, "Just be happy. We will have many, many happy days in the future."
Grandma smiled and patted her arm. Looking at Shen Yang who kept approaching, she whispered, "Did Xiao Yang confess to you?"
"Not yet." Mingnan said, "Maybe I'm waiting for the right time."
"It's better to choose a day than to wait. I think today is a good day."
Grandma winked at her.
Mingnan was puzzled: "Ah? Isn't this too sudden?"
"Really?"
Shen Yang came over holding a large bouquet of red roses, suddenly appeared from behind her, and said with a smile: "Surprises should be sudden, right?"
The red roses are bright and fragrant, and there is a small box hidden in the middle.
Shen Yang leaned over and handed the rose to Ming Nan, and said in a deep voice: "Dear Ming Nan, are you willing to be my girlfriend?"
It was obvious that he had dressed up before coming, with his hair combed back. A strand of hair was blown by the sea breeze and fell in front of his eyes, making him look even more wild and unruly.
His gold-rimmed glasses sparkled in the afterglow of the setting sun, and his black suit made him look tall, stoic and elegant.
At this moment, he had completely shed the youthfulness of his high school years and looked steady and handsome like a real man.
Mingnan stood up with a smile and asked him, "What's in the box?"
Shen Yang took the box and opened it. Inside was a very delicate bracelet. "Put it on and you will be mine."
"Am I the only one wearing it?"
Shen Yang rolled up his sleeves. He also wore a pair of trousers on his left hand, a men's style. He said softly, "I have belonged to you for a long time."
Mingnan then smiled and stretched out his hand, holding the flowers in one hand and handing it to him with the other, "Then - please put it on me."
Shen Yang picked up the bracelet, knelt on one knee, and buttoned it with a pious attitude.
Grandma was watching from behind, grinning from ear to ear. Shen Shuangcheng put his hands on her shoulders and patted her. Grandma looked back, and the two smiled at each other, with relief in their eyes.
Mingnan held Shen Yang's hand and pulled him up.
When their eyes met, Shen Yang's eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, but at this moment, no words seemed to have enough weight. He asked in a deep voice: "Can I kiss you?"
Mingnan smiled, "You don't have to be so polite."
The layer of elusive window paper was finally pierced, and from now on, their love was open and honest.
Mingnan took a step forward, stood on tiptoe and kissed her actively.
Shen Yang paused, grabbed her waist, lowered his head and took back the initiative.
The girl's skirt fluttered in the wind, just like her joyful mood.
The sunset, the sea, the beach, everything is just right, even the hair blown by the wind has the most beautiful arc.
Shen Shuangcheng picked up the camera and preserved this perfect scene forever.
The sun will eventually set, but love will never end.
——Digression——
(1) Quoting the lyrics of "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky"
(2) Quoting the lyrics of "Farewell"