tall rose

Chapter 72 LXXII

It is said that my aunt sent a lot of food, saying that the college entrance examination is approaching, so I need to make up for the two of them.

But are those dried seafood products serious?With their cooking skills and the kitchen utensils they currently have, it doesn't seem like they can handle these things.

"Why don't you give it to someone else." Xia Zang decided, "To Haoyue and Yanxu, or to Boss Lu."

"Well, I think it will work." Yang Sheng flipped the vacuum bag of the abalone and nodded his head.

Then there was a small bag inside the pile of food, Xia Zang opened it and handed it to Yang Sheng.

Inside are two small zongzi-like sachets.

"This is the high score talisman I asked for at Guiyuan Temple. My mother told us to give one to each of us." Xia Zang took out the red one and handed it to Yang Sheng, and accepted the green one himself.

Yang Sheng looked at it carefully, and found that the golden "Title on the Gold List" was embroidered on the talisman, and two white jade beads and fine tassels were embellished on the lower side, which felt very good to the touch.

"Auntie really took care." Yang Sheng said sincerely, "Everything has been considered."

"It's just that I'm still too worried." Xia Zang looked at the pile of dry goods and helplessly helped his forehead.

Sneakily stuffed Haoyue and Xiao Jiang with a gift package of dry goods, and told them to go back and cook soup in a pressure cooker.

Then, under the hesitant eyes of the two friends, Yang Sheng was called out by Lao Lu.

Yang Sheng thought in his heart that if he gave Boss Lu a share of the dry goods, Lao Lu should also get a share.

They are family anyway.

As a result, he raised his eyes and saw his mother who had obviously lost weight.

Fortunately, the night in mid-spring was not very cool.

Lao Lu gently pushed Yang Sheng forward, patted him on the shoulder, and walked back to the office with his hands behind his back.

"Mom." Yang Sheng only called in a low voice, not daring to move forward.

Mother propped up the low wall with one hand, turned sideways to look at him.

"Is your throat better?" Mother asked.

"Okay." Yang Sheng nodded.

After a few words, he fell into an unembarrassed silence again.

Staring down at the tiny patterns in the corridor, seeing them layer upon layer reflecting the reflection of incandescent lamps, Yang Sheng said, "My grades are also stable in the top ten of my grade. There are no accidents in the college entrance examination, and I should be able to achieve my own expected goals."

I'll leave then, and I won't bother you anymore.

I wanted to say that, but I still couldn't bear to be so heartless, so I changed the subject in the middle of the conversation: "How is little sister?"

"It's okay." Mother said, "You just have to know what's in your heart, and I can't control you otherwise."

"Yeah." Yang Sheng still stared at the pattern on the floor, "If there's nothing else to do, I'll go back to the classroom to review."

After a long while, his mother didn't respond, Yang Sheng raised his head, and noticed that the incandescent lamp was flickering just now, and his mother's body trembled.

"The results of the college entrance examination have been obtained. If you want, please send me a letter." The mother said.

"I'll ask the teacher to convey it to you." Yang Sheng said, twitching the corner of his mouth inadvertently, "You know, I don't have any communication tools."

"Then you still have money, don't you?" The mother avoided the soft needles in his words.

"Also, don't worry about this." Yang Sheng answered firmly.

Mother stood there for a while, and Yang Sheng watched her walk slowly towards the stairs.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the shadow behind him was stretched until it lost its color.

Yang Sheng walked to the low wall and looked up at the sky surrounded by the teaching buildings.

There are no stars tonight either, or just not in this besieged sky.

He couldn't stay in a daze for long, so he calmed down and returned to the classroom as if nothing had happened.

On the table are piles of post-it notes from two good friends.

Haoyue wrote: "Are you serious about giving the abalone?"

Jiang Yanxu wrote: "There are so many things in this package, I can't finish it!"

Yang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and focused on replying one by one.

After class, Yang Sheng slipped out of the classroom in three steps, and Haoyue, who was sitting on the left, didn't grab him.

He followed his own mind and went to the stairway where there are usually few people.

After a few steps, he went downstairs, and Xia Zang was really by the window, flipping through the book carefully.

As if there was some kind of induction, Xia Zang raised his eyes and met Yang Sheng's aggrieved gaze.

"What's the matter, this is?" Xia Zang opened his arms slightly, and Yang Sheng rushed over with a few steps, wrapping his arms around him.

But he just wanted to hug him and didn't want to talk too much, Xia Zang also used to him, squeezed his arms and patted his back.

"I think I'm so annoying." Yang Sheng couldn't help laughing at himself, and gently shook his arms around Xia Zang's neck, "I'm always in a bad mood because of little things."

"It's not a trivial matter to be in a bad mood." Xia Zang said seriously.

"Then what if I'm always like this from now on?" Yang Sheng asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, I'm here anyway." Xia Zang smiled softly.

"Have you decided what major to apply for?"

For dinner, the two of them rarely came to the concrete steps next to the natural park, and each held a glutinous rice dumpling.

The weather is good, and you can see the shattering light when you hide under the tree; the heat of summer has not yet risen, and the wind blows in the evening, and the spirit is gently relaxed.

After the third exam, because the questions were simpler than the previous ones, the scores of both of them were a bit inflated.

Along the way, Yang Sheng asked Xia Zang to talk about some practical problems, in order to hit his inflated confidence.

After finding a place to sit, Xia Zang didn't bother to say any more frustrating words, so he bit the rice ball and brought up another topic.

"Didn't you take the exam yet?" Yang Sheng followed after biting the rice ball, mumbling to bring this topic up.

"Then you should also have a goal." Xia Zang said, he was a little surprised when he said the words, mainly because he was the one who had no goal at the beginning.

And Yang Sheng was the one who was determined to take the exam to the south. It was also because of Yang Sheng that he knew H University and J University, and set the lowest target score in a serious manner, so that he knew which major he wanted to apply for.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Zang added: "I just want to apply for psychology."

Yang Sheng laughed, and just buried his head in eating the rice balls. His cheeks were bulging, and he was a little hamster that had grown flesh.

"I want to study law." Yang Sheng swallowed the glutinous rice and said seriously, "I want to study law."

Indistinctly, Xia Zang guessed the starting point of his prayer, which is not a bad guess.

"There's still one month left, let's work hard." Xia Zang said.

The paulownia has shed its flowers, and the jujube has changed its leaves. Even if you just pass by, you can't help but stop and take a closer look.

The yellow jue is outside the window of Xia Zang's classroom, and coincidentally, there is a staircase hidden beside the huge paulownia tree, leading to the flower bed surrounding the yellow jue.

"I haven't been here much, I only know that there is a tree here." Yang Sheng gripped Xia Zang's wrist, and slipped to the flower bed in a few steps.

The ground is full of gold, and there is a creaking sound when you step on it, as if you have traveled from the end of spring to mid-autumn in an instant.

Scattered goose-yellow new leaves have been stretched out on the branches of Jujube, and more are in bud, and the light green soft shell is flowing with the orange light of the afterglow.

"Then I see you now." Xia Zang said with a smile, and raised his hand to remove the light green petals from the yellow jueta floating down from his boyfriend's hair. "I've seen you every day for the past two years, and the yellow jueta looks different every day."

"Private garden view, isn't it bad?" Yang Sheng quarreled with him.

Xia Zang smiled: "Yes, I have contracted all of this."

Sitting on the edge of the white porcelain flower bed with hands clasped, the branches of Jue jue strewn across the top of the head, as if shrouded in another small world.

From the budding imagination to the new leaves sprouting and stretching layer by layer, and then to the lush and cool summer, the yellow leaves will be carefully swept away by the school workers, and the small whiteboards in the classroom and the round clock on the wall will be dutifully dumped counting.

After closing his eyes for a moment, the Golden Crow shivered and retracted its feathers, and someone in the teaching building seemed to shout: "Hey, Xia Zang!"

The young people know that they can't take too much rest, stepping on the bell of the bullfighting song in the evening wind, the dead leaves are creaking, and the transparent street lamps are covered with a seemingly inexhaustible snow; The famous floral fragrance, mixed with the vitality of vegetation.

It is easy to see the end of the four seasons of the year, adding up and multiplying 365 days over and over again, accumulating into a thick record like running water.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that nothing has been accomplished these days. They have carried out similar tasks and lived similar lives day after day; but they have accomplished everything these days. Every day is similar, and every day is different .

"That's great." Yang Sheng said suddenly.

They parted at the entrance of the corridor as usual, but reunited at the entrance of the corridor a few hours later.

Out of the corner of my eye are the ends of each other's hair and clothes.

When the back figure disappeared into the incandescent light of the corridor, Xia Zang subconsciously pursed his lips, and a smile crawled from the corner of his mouth.

Someone yelled again, this time it was the old class, probably he also murmured when he saw him slapping the back door of the classroom.

"Look, there are still 31 days until the college entrance examination, and some students are not hurrying."

Sure enough, he was regarded as a model again, and he was used as an example to others.

Xia Zang sat back in his seat without making a sound.

The old class asked: "Who wrote the countdown on the whiteboard? I think the handwriting seems to be the same person."

Some students rushed to answer: "It's Xia Zang, he comes first every day."

"Oh, yes, I gave him all the keys." Old Ban nodded belatedly, "I'm getting old and my memory is bad."

"Teacher, you are still young, and you have to work hard until you are 65!" Some students were poor-mouthed, so they boldly joked with the head teacher.

It caused Lao Ban to fumble for a piece of chalk in his hand, but he was not willing to throw it out.

Lao Ban said: "We must still retire at the age of 60, but you can't say for sure."

"Hey——" the class was in complete disarray, "Then it's better not to work hard——"

"If you work hard now, you may retire at the age of 50 or [-]." Old Ban hurriedly coaxed the children.

On an ordinary night one month before the college entrance examination, the old class, who never likes to delay students' review time, rarely set up a dragon gate.

He talked about his graduate student son, and also talked about the words given to him by the teacher when he was studying. Most of the students listened with only one ear, and the sound of turning the book in their hands was very soft.

Rusting through the pine forest like the wind.

The female classmate in the back row poked him on the back with a ballpoint pen, and when he turned around, he whispered, "Is that classmate just now your friend?"

"Yeah." Xia Zang nodded subconsciously, and corrected with a smile, "It's my boyfriend."

The girl was a little surprised, but quickly adjusted and said with a smile: "Then you two must always be together."

"I will." Xia Zang replied softly, unable to deny.

There was a distant singing sound from upstairs, Xia Zang could vaguely hear it when Xu was sitting by the window.

"I am this distant moment

It's an instant flame across the horizon

I'm looking for you i'm desperate

I will go out and never come back

I'm here

right here

Shocking is short-lived

As gorgeous as summer flowers"

I don't know which class is singing, the tone is light and ethereal, it is clear that they are in the school among these mountains, but the singing seems to come from the sea.

On the other side of Guangfu, it is near the sea.

Some students in the class sang softly along with the tune, but they did not escape the ears of the old class.

"This tune is quite nice. Who of you can sing stand up and sing."

Seriously, but no one answered, everyone just laughed lowly, not to be that early bird.

Xia Zang was driven by something, maybe Yang Sheng often praised him for giving him too much courage.

He raised his hand: "Teacher, I can, but can I sing while sitting?"

"Okay, it's rare for you to raise your hand." The old class raised his hand and agreed, completely letting go of the cares he had before class.

"Then I'll make a fool of myself." Xia Zang cleared his throat.

"I am this dazzling moment

It's an instant flame across the horizon

I'm looking for you i'm desperate

I will go out and never come back

A worthwhile trip

A worthwhile trip

Shocking is short-lived

open before your eyes"

He doesn't have a musical instrument, and even if he had one, he wouldn't know how to do it.

He took a ballpoint pen and tapped on the class table, beating time after time, and the students who could sing followed him and gently.

When the class gradually became a wave of chorus, the old class clapped knowingly to give rhythm and encouragement.

"I am this dazzling moment

It's an instant flame across the horizon

I want you to love me no matter what

I will go out and never come back

Happy all the way

Thorns all the way

Shocking is short-lived

As gorgeous as summer flowers"

So just talking and singing, laughing and singing.

Brilliant like summer flowers,

It's a teenager.

The author has something to say:

When I was in Kawen, I suddenly heard "Life is like a Summer Flower", and then miraculously it stopped.

I have always liked Pu Shu, Master Pu, since I was in high school.

At that time I liked his song "The Year of Innocence"

"Watching the poplar leaves fall, without blinking"

I also like "Those Flowers", Sihuo taught me to sing.

There is also "In Jupiter", "In Jupiter" is the promotion song of "Assassin Nie Yinniang". At that time, I happened to read the essay collection of Jiangnan old thief and saw the story of Nie Yinniang.

"It's not too late to come back today, come back when you meet an old friend, be innocent and be a boy"

At that time, I was a teenager, but for some reason, I always liked listening to Master Park's series of songs about reminiscing about my childhood.

And at that time, I was in the second grade of secondary school, so I didn't really like Tagore's saying that life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

I want the niche, and I want things that no one else knows.

I don't even listen to "Life Like Summer Flowers" very much.

I fell in love with "Life Like Summer Flowers" and I have been far away from my youth for two years. "I am desperate to see it for you", and I was moved inexplicably.

So much so that I now feel that I have begun to maintain a friendly understanding of many children's second-year behaviors, and sometimes I still wonder if I was too pursuing the maverick at that time, and maybe I can find more happiness.

The past cannot be recalled, but I am very happy that I caught up with Master Park's comeback.

I hope I can wait for a new album in my lifetime, after all, I still have the habit of copying lyrics by hand.