My Return to Life

"Boom~"

Fang Nian closed the door of Room 501 with a little force, blocking the howling north wind from the door.

The interior is warm as spring.

Guan Qiuhe, who has always lived a delicate life, turned on the air conditioner and the humidifier.

Moderate humidity in the air is guaranteed.

After Fang Nian washed his hands and went to the table to eat, Guan Qiuhe who was opposite asked suspiciously: "You students don't celebrate the festival? Or is it not popular in Tangli?"

"Why do you ask that?" Fang Nian smiled.

Guan Qiuhe said: "Based on your popularity in No. 8 Middle School, if it's a festival, you have to bring a bag of apples back."

Hearing this, Fang Nian sighed softly, "Yes."

"Apple, too."

"I also want to take it back, but I can't find the bag. I'm afraid I can't carry it with ordinary plastic bags."

Guan Qiuhe: "?"

"At least 30 of them, and they can't fit in the desk drawers." Fang Nian said, "I'm still worried about how to solve them."

Then the topic changed: "Sister He, are you not celebrating this festival?"

Guan Qiuhe replied: "I used to like to celebrate festivals when I first went to college, but now my thoughts have faded."

Fang Nian said oh, but didn't say much...

... next Christmas.

Fang Nian saw a small Christmas tree in a shop on Tangli Street.

It's not as good as the streets full of later generations, but it also has a little bit of a festive atmosphere.

No. 8 Middle School will naturally not place a Christmas tree.

But it does not prevent men and women who like to celebrate festivals from being happy.

In fact, those who like to celebrate festivals are mostly male and female friends.

Festivals can give both parties an excuse to celebrate wildly. When you share with each other, applaud and celebrate love by the way, which is natural and harmonious.

By the way, use some simple words to embellish such a festival.

It's always dizzy and hot at first, and if you encounter a winter day like Christmas, there will be a quick wetness... and finally there will be screams.

When walking into the classroom in the morning, Liu Yang ran over and said casually: "MerryChristmas."

"..."

Fortunately, there is no gift this time.

After all, this is Tangli, one of the tens of thousands of poor villages and towns at the grassroots level.

Especially in the past two years, the county level was still a poor county.

Except for those families who made a lot of money, the consumption level of other families is not high. According to the charging standard of the canteen, the monthly meal cost is about 240 to 300 yuan.

It would cost twenty or thirty dollars to choose a gift randomly, and most of them have this kind of thought, but they don't have the financial strength.

It's not just Liu Yang, many people are saying this today.

The English teacher used this sentence to say hello to the students in the class as soon as the class started.

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After two days of impetuous breath, Ba Zhong's impetuous breath rose.

On the one hand, in order to prepare for the cultural performance to celebrate New Year's Day,

The projects registered by each class have entered the rehearsal period.

On the other hand, the new cafeteria with light steel and iron sheet structure will be officially opened in this cultural performance.

Over the past month or so, Tangli No. 8 Middle School has started a small construction project and built a new canteen.

The main reason is that it took half a month to vacate the space, and the subsequent construction was actually very fast, because most of the places were only welded and assembled, so the total time spent was not long.

It is reported that after the opening of the new canteen, the old canteen will be demolished and an indoor activity room will be used for physical education on rainy days.

However, Fang Nian has no relevant memories, so he may have acquired it after graduation.

"Old Fang, I heard that you will not only perform a show, but also give a speech?"

As the performance was approaching, gossip spread, and Li Annan leaned over to ask.

"Is this the exercise ability you told me about before?"

Fang Nian nodded: "Almost, there are not many opportunities in high schools like ours, so I didn't expect to let me come."

This made Li Annan very happy, and agreed: "I also think that you are not a good student, you know so much."

Fang Nian asked back with a smile: "Then have you ever thought that it might be because I know a lot that the school gave me this opportunity."

"Ah..." Li Annan was speechless for a moment.

This time, Li Annan was actually a little swollen.

On the 24th, after listening to Fang Nian's explanation, he decisively gave Chen Qi an apple, but they returned one to him.

This made him happy, and he yelled "apple, apple" every day.

Then Fang Nian said seriously: "What kind of carriage do you think makes the most noise?"

"?"

Li Annan fell into deep thought.

Many thoughts popped up in my mind, and the expression on my face changed for a while.

Most of the thoughts are related to the word "car" in the carriage.

"I think it should... have something to do with whether there is a man and a woman sitting in the carriage, but I haven't figured out the specifics yet."

Fang Nian: "..."

This answer is a bit of a show to him.

"Now you really want to do business with people worth hundreds of millions."

"The empty the carriage, the louder the noise."

Li Annan blushed and lowered his head: "I understand, I understand, I will be careful to show off in the future."

"Absolutely no half-bottle dangling."

He finally understood what Fang Nian meant by asking this question.

Probably to see if he still knows how to blush.

In fact, since last month, Fang Nian has been very swaying since Fang Nian used Li Annan's mouth to give a popular science university classification.

Obviously I don't understand it, but I still have to talk to others about it.

If I was asked a few more questions, I couldn't answer.

Fang Nian said casually: "It's okay to show off, it's okay if you can't answer, you can check now."

"Understand?"

Li Annan's eyes lit up: "Understood!"

"As expected of you! Lao Fang!"

"..."

At this time, Fang Nian said with a serious face: "You can still ask me before you graduate from high school. After graduating from high school, you really have to learn to be independent."

Hearing this, Li Annan looked at Fang Nian, seeing the reassuring and new father's smell on him, he was extremely envious.

Then nodded solemnly: "Understood."

"To be honest, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know that I would have passed the second exam."

"I must strive to become a psychological adult before graduating from high school."

Fang Nian patted Li Annan's shoulder with a smile: "Come on, boy."

Seeing Fang Nian's calm and indifferent appearance, Li Annan was not to mention how envious he was.

It seems that there is nothing that cannot be solved.

He also wants to have such confidence.

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Under the expectation of more than 1,000 students in No. 8 Middle School.

December 30th finally arrived.

The more sophisticated performers even rented clothes on Tangli Street.

Although it is only a grassroots town, there are still one or two shops like wedding photography.

After all, rural people also want to take wedding photos when they get married.

Rather, the male and female hosts must rent clothes.

Suits for men, dresses for women.

It was a classmate who was not familiar with Fang Nian, but had heard the name before.

Artistic.

I heard that these special students will put on a group show and so on.

In short, on the 30th, the whole school is full of various legends about the New Year's Day performance...

... When class was over at noon, all the students in the school saw the opening of the new cafeteria, and the interior decoration began.

But I have to go to the old cafeteria for lunch.

The new cafeteria will not officially open to students until evening.

"The new canteen is well done and has a large area."

"Didn't the school say that it can basically guarantee that everyone will sit down?"

"It's such a big area, it's about the size of a playground, I think it's fine."

"Didn't the construction instructions at the entrance of the canteen be written, a 35-meter square..."

"..."

During the meal, everyone was discussing the new cafeteria that had finally opened its doors, and everything inside was ready.

According to public information and the basic dining table layout that everyone can see, it is not a big problem to accommodate about 1,000 people per person based on a square meter of about 0.85.

Fang Nian also interjected: "There should be no need to bring a stool in the afternoon."

"..."

Li Annan and the others also reacted, and sighed with an expression I didn't expect: "Yes!"

As soon as the bell for the fifth period rang, a notification came from the school horn.

"All the teachers and students of the school are requested to rush to the new cafeteria in an orderly manner as soon as possible."

"Follow the arrangement and take your seat according to the number!"

"All classes 191, 192, and 193, please bring stools."

"..."

Except for the three classes of senior one, everyone was immersed in the joy of participating in the art performance.

Soon, under the organization of the head teachers of each class, they entered the cafeteria in an orderly manner, and sat in different positions according to the arrangement.

This is also the reason why lunch is still in the old cafeteria, so that it will not be greasy and messy in advance.

According to the usual practice, the headmaster first stood on the stage and gave a brief speech.

"...Next, I announce that Tangli No. 8 Middle School's 2008 and 2008 New Year's Day performances will now begin."

After a slight pause, two students, a man and a woman, stepped onto the stage.

The program sorting started according to the flow.

"Dear teachers, dear students, good afternoon everyone..."

"..."

Standard Mandarin, with little Tangli accent.

"..."

"Next, class 188 will be invited to bring a chorus performance: "Serving the Country with Loyalty"..."

Immediately after the host's voice fell, there was warm applause from the audience.

"Smoke rises, the country looks north..."

The chorus of this song will appear in almost every theatrical performance organized by Tangli No. 8 Middle School.

This time it is the key class of the first year of high school.

One by one the program goes down.

On the way, Li Xue squatted and walked up to Fang Nian: "Fang Nian, the song you signed up for is pending."

"Has it been cancelled?" Fang Nian asked.

Li Xue shook her head: "It seems not, but the host told me to tell you and wait for the next step."

Fang Nian nodded: "Understood, thank you."

He also couldn't guess what the school meant.

Sometimes in middle and high school cultural performances, there are very few popular love songs.

The song that may be reported is because this category is pending.

More than 20 programs have been performed.

On the stage, the host said: "Next is the special performance, the chorus "My Future Is Not a Dream" brought by class 175."

The names of the newspapers are all about art.

Li Annan, who was sitting next to Fang Nian, looked at Fang Nian in confusion: "Your show has been cancelled?"

"It should be, it's all over now."

Just as Fang Nian finished speaking, this time it was Li Donghong waving from the side.

"Fang Nian, prepare yourself. After the song is finished, it will be your turn to go on stage. After the host finishes reporting, you sing first, and then wait for the principal to come on stage. The principal will tell you when the speech will start."

Fang Nian: "OK."

Not long after, the male host said: "Today's program is very exciting..."

The hostess took over the conversation: "Yes, do you still want to continue watching the show?"

Someone in the audience responded with cooperation.

Then the male and female hosts said together: "Next, Fang Nian from class 174 will bring you the finale song."

"'Unromantic Charges'!"

Standing in the program waiting area, Fang Nian took a deep breath, and his body trembled slightly when he was shaken by the sound from the speaker next to him...

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