The Days We Spent Together (1)

  Monday, May 3, 2010 sunny

  For three consecutive days, every morning, Wei Xingyun would come here and sit for several hours.

  I guess he's making up for not being able to take me on a trip by doing it this way.

  These three days, there were also sporadic visitors who came to pay their respects. Each of them was surprised when they saw Wei Xingyun, and then a hint of sympathy appeared in their eyes. Who would have thought that he still had the potential to be a deep and emotional male lead in an idol drama?

  I crouched beside him, staring blankly at his face. Is this person still Wei Xingyun?

  It seems that after all these years, our feelings as classmates are still very deep.

  At the beginning of the second semester of high school, I finally got into the same class as Wei Xingyun.

  There is also some good news and some bad news.

  The good news is that Li Xue was assigned to the class next door to us.

  The bad news is, I and Wei Xingyun's homeroom teacher are from the Mediterranean.

  It's really painful yet enjoyable!

  It's well-known that the Mediterranean doesn't like me. But unexpectedly, in the first class meeting, he actually volunteered me to be the class monitor.

  To be honest, the biggest position I've ever held from elementary school to high school was just a Chinese class representative, and I always forgot to collect homework. In my teachers' eyes, I was never a responsible student. It's really unbelievable that the Mediterranean would make me a class leader.

  Is he actively showing kindness to me and letting bygones be bygones?

  After class, someone with good intentions finally resolved my doubts.

  In fact, in the key class, the class cadres were almost a burden. Everyone was studying hard, who had the energy to help the teacher with trivial matters? Some people even asked their parents to call the teacher to resign after being assigned such tasks. The class leader and so on sounded good, but actually it was just running errands and doing chores.

  "But you can also think of it as a sign that your teacher trusts you." My new deskmate added.

  Trust? I fell on the desk, kidding me?

  At the same time, news came that the new class leader of the neighboring class was Li Xue.

  I suddenly sat up and clenched my fists.

  "Uh-huh, I'll do it properly!"

  A science class with mostly boys and two female class leaders is inevitably going to invite comparisons.

  If I were comparing with others, I would have just smiled and let it go, but this time it's Li Xue, so of course I couldn't let any information slip away. This time, I'll have to rely on my gossip-loving classmates Zhou Shuang and Liang Doudou.

  Li Xue is beautiful and elegant, but Xia Mi has a good relationship with people... Hmm, it's barely acceptable to say so.

  Li Xue is excellent in both moral character and academic performance, but Xia Miao Miao is also very clever... Of course.

  Li Xue is deeply liked by teachers, and those who like Xia Miomi are all weirdos... What's wrong with our lovely biology teacher and chemistry teacher?!

  Li Xue is very experienced, Xia Miao Miao does things without any rules... Refusing to admit it, have you guys seen me do things?

  Boys all like Li Xue, girls all like Xia Mi Mi... Oh, this is negligible!

  "In terms of strength, you are evenly matched. It's just that public opinion is not in your favor..."

  I hate public opinion the most.

  Right after that, our first test came.

  "The school is going to hold a 9/18 chorus competition, and all first and second year students must participate. You organize it." The Mediterranean said lightly.

  At the same time, Li Xue, who was standing in front of the office desk next to him, also received such instructions.

  We walked out of the office together.

  Li Xue furrowed her brow and worriedly said: "What should we do? I think our class may not have anyone willing to participate."

  I spread out my hands and said, "Do you think our class will be any better?"

  "Whatever, I'll just get by for now. The monthly exam is coming up soon anyway."

  "Uh-huh," I nodded, "just sing whatever and get through it."

  But as soon as we turned a corner, we all quickened our pace at the same time.

  "Comrades~~" I shouted as I ran into the classroom, "Fellow descendants of the Yan and Huang Emperors, fellow sons and daughters of China, there is an urgent matter at hand, everyone must think of a solution!"

  More than 40 heads lifted up simultaneously.

  I smiled fawningly, "Hey, hey, the 9.18 chorus competition is about to start, think about what song you want to sing?"

  All the heads that had been raised immediately lowered again in unison.

  "Comrades, don't be so cold, let's discuss it together..."

  "Sing the national anthem." someone said without even lifting their head.

  "The anthem of the Chinese Young Pioneers."

  "No way, I won't sing."

  "Then let's just sing the ABCD song, it's simple." another person said.

  "That's for the Anglo-French army, isn't it!"

  ……

  Among the scattered proposals, I turned my gaze towards Wei Xingyun.

  Look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME!!!!!

  After being gazed at by me for a long time, Wei Xingyun finally lifted his head.

  I looked at him for help, he was stunned, after a while, hesitantly suggested: "Uh... defend the Yellow River?"

  "Cut it out, that's too much!"

  "Revolutionary songs, how much more fashionable can you be?"

  At this time, music and singing had already been heard from next door.

  I said weakly: "Defending the Yellow River is pretty good, it has momentum, everyone is familiar with it, no need to learn now..."

  People who fear trouble all nodded in agreement.

  "Not true... everyone listen." someone suddenly said.

  The classroom suddenly fell silent, and everyone perked up their ears to listen. The tune coming from next door was indeed the melody of "Defending the Yellow River".

  "Ah, give up, it's a waste of time." someone sighed.

  I was anxious, "How can that be? There's no such thing as giving up!"

  "I have an idea," someone said suddenly, and everyone looked over in the direction of the voice. It was a pale, thin boy with glasses on, forgive me I still haven't figured out his name.

  He expressed his thoughts in this way, and everyone became interested.

  "Go on, you, I didn't know you were still proficient in classical Chinese."

  "Not proficient, just a hobby." He smiled slightly.

  The song has been decided, and the conductor has been decided. I volunteered: "Let me, let me."

  "Can you lead?"

  I rubbed my head, "Didn't we all learn music in elementary school? Besides, as long as you keep the beat, it's fine. Others can't tell if your movements are correct or not."

  "This makes sense." Everyone nodded in agreement.

  "What about the accompaniment? This song can't find an accompaniment track."

  I had a flash of inspiration and involuntarily turned my gaze towards Wei Xingyun once again.

  This time he was very self-aware, nodding his head, "Got it, I'll accompany you."

  Dear, it seems like since then, I've been troubling you all the time.

  I still remember that the wind was very strong on the day of the chorus competition.

  The venue of the competition was the main stage on the playground, and every class that sang was affected by the strong wind. Not only were the microphones blown loudly, but the girls' hair was also blown into a mess, and their skirts were all flying in one direction. Strangely, everyone didn't dare to move, and the audience below couldn't help but burst into laughter from time to time.

  Our class is so boring that we can't laugh at all.

  Before the competition, we borrowed student uniforms from the 54 era through a classmate's aunt in the art troupe as performance costumes. The girls were blue cloth jackets and black skirts, while the boys wore Zhongshan suits. The whole process was carried out secretly, and when bringing them back, they were all wrapped in large black plastic bags, tied tightly. When distributing them, we specifically chose to do so during class meetings, like thieves. This actually didn't quite match the song we were going to sing, but since other classes had already worn puffy skirts and white suits, ours was much better than theirs.

  However, wearing a skirt in such windy weather is obviously not a wise choice. Li Xue and her class had already changed into their uniforms, a set of camouflage overalls for military training, which several classes ahead of them had also worn, not particularly striking but convenient and neat.

  There are only five classes left before our performance, someone asked: "Class leader, aren't you going to change clothes?"

  I took a deep breath, "Forget it, let's retreat."

  I waved at the Mediterranean Sea, he narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and whoosh, our class collectively retreated from the stage and ran back to the classroom.

  When we reappeared after changing clothes, the audience was in an uproar. Li Xue, who was waiting in the wings, looked at me with a mixture of surprise and forced smile in her eyes.

  Zhou Shuangshuang and Yang Can, who were sitting in their own classes, made a "come on" gesture to me separately.

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