Chapter 81
After school in the afternoon, Ji Rang went to the bookstore and bought a bunch of dessert and pastry cooking cookbooks.
It is better to rely on yourself than on others. You will have to do this for the rest of your life anyway, so you might as well master the skill as early as possible and create a unique flavor that is much more reliable than buying others.
The boss is determined to win.
After the monthly exam comes National Day.
Of course, the first and second year students of high school have holidays as usual, but the custom in Haiyi is that except for the short winter and summer vacations in the third year of high school, all other statutory holidays must be make-up classes.
The senior high school students did not have high hopes. They did not expect that the day before the holiday, the head teachers of each class would inform them that in order to respond to national policies and calls, the school would organize everyone to visit the Martyrs' Memorial Hall on October 1st and gather at the school at 8 o'clock in the morning.
This made the senior high school students very excited, it was like they had gotten a great bargain. Although it was not as relaxing and free as having a direct holiday, it was better than making up lessons, and everyone treated this activity as an autumn outing.
The next morning, the senior high school students gathered at the school gate and took a bus to the Martyrs Memorial Hall. On the bus, the head teacher of each class gave each student a white chrysanthemum, and they were to lay flowers in front of the martyrs' monument.
The Martyrs Memorial Hall in Haicheng is built under the Martyrs Cemetery. The first thing you see is a very large square with a huge martyrs' monument on it, engraved with the names of martyrs, and new ones are added every year.
After arriving at the square, the students went to the monument one by one to bow and lay flowers.
Ji Rang had been worried about Qi Ying since yesterday, afraid that she would be reminded of her father and be upset again. But she had not behaved abnormally since school was over yesterday, so he left the team of Class 9 and squeezed to the front to look for Qi Ying as soon as he got off the bus.
She was holding a white chrysanthemum in her hand, standing beside Yue Li. She looked a little gloomy, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it impossible to tell whether she was sad or not.
Liu Qinghua was standing next to the team. He couldn't go over to her, so he just stood there and watched her silently.
When it was Qi Ying's turn, she walked forward with several other students, carefully placed the flowers on the steps, bowed three times, and stepped aside to the back row.
When he saw Ji Rang, his dejection disappeared a little, and a little smile appeared in his eyes. He secretly looked forward. Liu Qinghua didn't pay attention to this side. He took two or three steps to Ji Rang and asked him in a low voice: "Why are you here?"
He took out a strawberry candy from his pocket and handed it over with a smile: "Do you want it?"
She was a little happy. She took the strawberry candy but didn't eat it. She put it in her school uniform pocket and said softly, "I'll eat it later."
The team moved forward, and the teachers were all maintaining order. Ji Rang couldn't stay here any longer, so he looked into her smiling eyes and whispered, "Wait for me at the entrance of the memorial hall."
She nodded.
It was an hour later when all the students had laid flowers. The memorial hall was open to students for free visit. The teacher did not need to organize them anymore. He only told them not to run around, make loud noises and respect the resting place of the heroes.
When Ji Rang went over, Qi Ying was standing obediently at the entrance waiting for him.
The two of them walked in together. The museum was quiet and solemn, with only the sound of footsteps and the students' whispers. The museum displays the deeds of martyrs and pioneers from six different periods, from the Xinhai Revolution to reform and opening up and modernization construction, and records their lives with reliefs, texts, pictures, and videos.
Each of them sacrificed their lives for the beliefs in their hearts and left their reputations for generations to come.
Many people have appeared in history books, and many of their birth and death years are very close to the present. Every era needs such heroes, and every era has people who succeed them.
Qi Ying watched it very seriously.
In fact, many students could not stand such a boring visit. They just regarded it as an activity to review history and remember their predecessors. They glanced at it and quickly walked to the front.
She was the only one who read every line carefully and was at the end of the crowd.
Ji Rang stayed with her all the time.
There were other visitors in the venue. A couple with a child were standing in front of a display case. When Qi Ying passed by, she heard the child say in a baby voice, "Uncle, I'm here to see you again. How are you doing recently?"
She was stunned for a moment, and when she reacted, tears had already flowed out.
Ji Rang felt so distressed that he pulled her hand over and covered it in his palm, coaxing her in a low voice: "Yingying, be good and don't cry. If you feel sad, we won't watch it anymore."
She raised her head and looked at him blankly for a while. After a long while, she shook her head and said, "I'm not sad." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and said in a soft and thin voice, "I just thought that Dad must be worried about by others like this."
Some people would visit him and give him gifts and flowers.
Staff at the memorial hall said that people come here to pay their respects every day, and there are always a steady stream of flowers in front of the martyrs' monuments and tombstones in the cemetery. They sleep underground, but they are never alone.
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After visiting the memorial hall, the school humanely gave the students half a day off, and classes resumed as normal the next day.
This is their last holiday before winter vacation.
A page of the countdown calendar in front of the blackboard is torn off every day. As time goes by, the pressure of study becomes heavier and heavier. Everyone is holding a string tight. Before the college entrance examination, this string can only become tighter and tighter and cannot break.
However, young people nowadays will take some time out from their busy schedules to relieve stress. With the approach of Christmas, a trend of knitting scarves has started in every class.
Maybe someone said that this is the last Christmas in high school, and if you don’t knit a scarf for the person you secretly love, you will never have another chance.
The balls of yarn in the canteen were sold out, and even the bookstore near the school smelled a business opportunity and started buying balls of yarn to sell.
Yue Li, who was clumsy, did not want to be outdone and worked on one every day after class. But she really couldn't learn it, and she still couldn't learn it no matter how many times she went around looking for advice.
Qi Ying didn't know how to do it either, but seeing her struggling every day, she went to learn from Yu He in the back row, and then came back to teach her step by step.
Yue Li was simply stunned: "Why! Why did it only take you ten minutes to learn it?! Is God so unfair in creating humans?!"
Qi Ying smiled: "I know a little bit about embroidery, so it's easier to learn."
Yue Li cried: "Why do you know everything? And I am good for nothing!"
However, with Qi Ying's hands-on teaching, she finally figured out the pattern. Occasionally, if she made a mistake in stitching, Qi Ying would be there to help her correct it. Finally, the scarf gradually took shape.
Yue Li was very happy, and when she was happy, she wanted her sisters to be happy too: "You should knit one for the boss too! I heard that a junior high school girl is planning to knit a scarf for him, you can't fall behind!"
Qi Ying felt a little shy for some reason and whispered, "I embroidered something else for him."
Yue Li was very curious: "What? Gloves? Socks? Or sweaters?"
Qi Ying didn't tell her.
She didn't bring it to school, but just embroidered it secretly in her room every day.
She was taught how to embroider by the nanny who took care of her when she was in the general's mansion. She was not good at embroidering anything too big, so the first thing she embroidered was a sachet.
In fact, thinking back now, the embroidery of that sachet was really crude, with fuzzy threads on the embroidery. But when I gave it to the general, he didn't dislike it at all. He just hung it around his waist and never covered it up.
Later, he was ordered to go to war and accidentally lost the sachet. Qi Ying promised to embroider another one for him, and then she practiced hard, intending to embroider a superb one this time, but before she could finish it, the general died.
She hadn't picked up a needle and thread since she came here, and her techniques had become a little rusty, and she often pricked her fingers, but she had not forgotten the general skills, and she managed to embroider another sachet as crudely as the previous one just in time for Christmas.
It's so frustrating.
I don't want to send it anymore.
On Christmas Day, Ji Rang was waiting to receive his scarf.
Just kidding, I heard that all the girls in the grade are knitting scarves, so how could his little baby be an exception?
For this reason, he wore a low-necked sweater that day, revealing his slender neck. He looked very cold and needed the protection of a scarf.
Early in the morning, greeting cards and gifts were flying around in each classroom. The boys who received scarves were inevitably proud, and the girls who gave them as gifts were also secretly happy.
Ji Rang waited for a whole morning and felt his neck was a little cold.
After school at noon, he went to Class 2 to look for Qi Ying. As soon as he got there, he saw her walking downstairs with Yue Li, who was holding a pink gift bag in her arms, sneaking around like a thief.
When she saw him, Qi Ying just waved at him and whispered, "I'll accompany Lili to deliver the gifts, you go eat by yourself."
Ji Rang: “…”
Yue Li knitted the scarf for Shen Yue.
While everyone was having lunch at noon and no one was in the sports office, the two of them sneaked in. Yue Li placed the gift bag containing the scarf on Shen Yue's desk and felt like her heart was about to jump out.
After that, he pulled Qi Ying and turned around and ran away, fearing that they would be seen.
After running far away, he asked breathlessly: "Yingying, do you think he can wear it?"
Qi Ying was also unsure, but she didn't want her good friend to be sad, so she comforted her: "It's so cold, he will definitely do it."
Yue Li was a little nervous and a little excited, and began to secretly look forward to seeing the scarf she knitted by herself appear on Shen Yue. After school in the afternoon, she even went to the sports classroom for a stroll.
Shen Yue was standing at the door talking to a teacher, his neck empty.
Yue Li was so sad that she was about to cry. She ran back to the classroom and sat there dejectedly, not even wanting to eat dinner.
During the evening self-study, a light snow suddenly fell from the sky. I only heard the student near the window excitedly shouting "It's snowing", and the whole classroom became agitated, and everyone gathered by the window to watch the snow.
The first snow of this year.
Qi Ying was also very happy and ran downstairs with her classmates as soon as the class was over. The first snow this year fell earlier than last year, and it happened to be Christmas, so everyone was very happy.
While Qi Ying was catching snowflakes with both hands in the snow, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Before she could react, the aggressive boy dragged her to the wall behind the flower bed and pressed her against the wall.
The boss's eyes flashed with murderous intent, as if he wanted to kill someone: "Where's my scarf?"
Qi Ying: “…”
No wonder he looked weird today, it turns out this is the reason.
Qi Ying suddenly felt like laughing. Why did this person act like a child?
She pursed her lips and whispered, "I didn't knit."
Even though he had already guessed the result, the boss still felt heartbroken. He poked her head with his finger and was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You..."
Then I saw the little girl lower her head and take something out from the pocket of her down jacket inside her school uniform. She handed it to me a little embarrassedly and said, "I embroidered this for you."
Ji Rang was stunned, looking at what was in her hand...it seemed to be a sachet?
As the saying goes, when you are surrounded by mountains and rivers, you may think there is no way out, but when you turn around, you will find another village. The boss was a little confused by this huge turn of events.
If I remember correctly, sachets used to be tokens of love, right?
The sachet was small and cute, and in the dark night, it gave off a faint fragrance. His throat tightened, and after a long while, he whispered, "Did you embroider this?"
Qi Ying was a little embarrassed: "Well... it doesn't look good, please don't dislike it."
Ji Rang grabbed it and said, "I don't mind."
How could she dislike it! Others knit scarves, she embroiders sachets, and his little baby is simply so unique and extremely cute!
He held the sachet in his hands, looked left and right and sniffed it. Usually calm and composed, he couldn't hide a smile at this moment, as if he had received some priceless treasure.
Qi Ying felt sweet in her heart.
After the last evening self-study class, it was snowing heavily.
Ji Rang usually took her to the bus stop, but tonight he took her to where he parked his motorcycle and took out an embroidery bag from the trunk.
It's darker here, buses don't go here, and students don't come here. Ji Rang handed her the bag and said with a smile, "Open it and take a look."
Qi Ying blinked and asked in a low voice, "Is it for me?"
He raised an eyebrow: "What else?"
She was a little happy.
Although I know it is a Christmas gift, it snowed today, so it can be considered a first snow gift.
She finally received the first snow gift he gave her.
There seemed to be a piece of clothing in the bag.
Qi Ying took out the clothes inside curiously.
Red spread out before her eyes.
It was a bright red cloak, almost exactly the same as the one she wore back then.
At that time, she wore this red cloak and waited for him to come home for the New Year, but what she waited for was his coffin. She still doesn't know whether he likes her wearing a red cloak.
The boy in front of me smiled so gently.
Qi Ying felt like crying. She lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Why did you give this to me?"
Ji Rang reached out and took the cloak and put it on her. "I don't know." He said, "When I saw this, I felt that it should be yours."
He put the hat inlaid with white fur on her head, tilted his head to admire it, and smiled: "It's very beautiful."
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