When I came to the class, some red paper was pasted on the walls of the class. It says New Year's Day Fellowship.

And the dress of a group of people has changed quite a lot.

The boys didn't change much, either blue work clothes or beige military uniforms.

But many girls have changed a lot.

From the original blue overalls and military uniforms, they were replaced by plaid and various patterns of clothes.

Usually, I am used to seeing the three colors of black, gray and blue, but now that I have changed to such colors, I feel that the atmosphere is much more active.

These clothes are estimated to be treasured and reluctant to wear.

At the same time, the students were asking each other what others had brought.

After lunch, the people in the class couldn't wait to move all the desks.

There is a circle around the city, and the performance is in the middle.

Everyone took out their things and put them on their tables.

Most of them are melon seeds and peanuts, just the quantity.

A few people came over with some candy.

Some of them held their heads high when they got a lot of money, and those students in rural areas or cities with poor living conditions.

It's a little embarrassing.

But no one spoke sarcasm.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan took everything away.

"Put one piece in all, and everyone will share a little bit later. Who has an opinion?"

The students all looked at each other in blank dismay, all embarrassed.

I am too embarrassed to say that I am afraid that others will say that I am stingy.

Those who bring less don't even speak.

But when everyone saw the half a catty of things that Zhou Xiaochuan brought, they fell silent.

"Let's go, let's go."

Teacher Yang's voice came from the outside.

I saw the other party holding a big iron guy with a small bag on it.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a look.

radio!

The Hongxing model 502 is nearly 40 centimeters long, more than 20 centimeters wide, and more than 20 centimeters high.

A fighter jet of the radio type, a big one.

The price in department stores is 140 yuan.

This thing is a rarity.

Although the price is cheaper than a bicycle.

But because of the production problem, tickets are required when leaving the factory, and radio tickets are much more difficult to get than bicycle tickets.

This craft is not a grade at all.

This thing is already a high-tech product in this era, because it uses electronic tubes.

Teacher Yang put the radio on the podium and told him not to touch it.

Then he handed the bag in his hand to Zhou Xiaochuan.

"This is the peanuts made by the school. Let's share it with the students."

Zhou Xiaochuan picked it up when he saw it, about five catties. But shelled. Not peanuts.

Put the peanuts together with the previous items, and share them equally among the forty-two students in the class and the class teacher.

Yes, that's right.

There are only forty-two people in the class now.

Eight students gave up their studies because of family circumstances.

After everyone put away their things, they returned to their seats.

Teacher Yang, the teacher in charge, just started talking.

"Students, you will be graduating soon. This is our first and last New Year's party. Two years will pass in the blink of an eye. The teacher is also very happy because all the students are excellent..."

Then from school to work in the field, and to the countryside, and then to the sports meeting.

The students were excited from the beginning.

Thinking of graduating and leaving in a few days, the students put away their laughter and listened slowly and calmly.

Until the last few girls have started to cry.

This is not a touching article, but bits and pieces of the past two years.

"Okay, people tend to be long-winded when they get old, and our New Year's Day party is just beginning. Let our little host come on stage."

While speaking, Chu Yanyan and Zhang Fangfang stood on the stage.

Without a microphone, the two just held hands.

It's also a mutual encouragement. It stands to reason that Zhou Xiaochuan and Chu Yanyan were supposed to do this together, but he didn't like it.

In the end, Zhang Fangfang stepped forward.

"Next, we invite our classmate Li Fuhua to perform the erhu for us, "Pull the Camel""

Hearing this, a classmate in the audience walked up to the middle with an erhu. Although we have been classmates for several years, the other party's expression was still a bit restrained.

Sitting on the bench, took a deep breath, and began to pull up the erhu.

Then a melodious voice spread in the classroom.

No matter in which era, talented people always receive envious expressions from others.

With the normal completion of the first song, it is also a great encouragement to other people who are ready to go on stage.

Next,

Suona, "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix"

Dizi, "Partridge Flying"

Those who dare to take the initiative to take the stage, don't say how good they are, at least they dare to take the stage when they are fluent.

At the end of each song, there was enthusiastic applause from time to time in the class.

Zhou Xiaochuan kowtowed melon seeds underneath, watching with relish. I sighed secretly in my heart, leaving aside my own rebirth and space.

I am really not as good as these students.

It is so smooth at this age, it is estimated that they all learned from the master since childhood.

However, I just hang up, there is no way.

What surprised him the most was that one of them played the song "House of Flying Daggers" with a guzheng.

Another person sang Anhui opera, although he didn't understand what he said.

But everyone still listened with gusto.

The special expression is quite in place.

This is usually not obvious in the class. There are many masters hidden.

But I just don't know whether these instruments will be affected in the next 66 years.

In the end, if there is no solo performance, there will be a chorus.

"Dongfanghong"

The chorus of this era is naturally the epic song "Dongfanghong". It is very popular, and you can hum a few words without learning it.

Zhou Xiaochuan naturally followed behind to fish in troubled waters.

When the song was over, everyone returned to their seats.

"Is there any more? If not, I will play the radio."

Teacher Yang sat in the corner, seeing no one came up for a long time, he smiled and said to everyone.

Seeing no one responded, he went up to fiddle with the radio.

Plug it in.

"Zizizi..."

There were bursts of piercing sounds from the radio, and after a while, I found a station, and a childish voice came from the radio.

"Kids, the little speaker is starting to broadcast,"

Then came the melody of a trumpet.

the melody stops,

A broadcast sound came from the radio.

"Listen next, sung by Guo Lanying, one after another water comes one after another mountain."

Then the melody sounded, and a female voice with the characteristics of folk songs in northern Shaanxi came out from the loudspeaker.

"One after another water comes one after another mountain

The team is going to the front line

One after another water comes one after another mountain

wholeheartedly go to war

Don't worry about things behind

..."

The students were all listening to the radio quietly, and even stopped eating melon seeds.

The radio is a thing for the students in the class.

Rare.

At least half of the class hadn't seen it.

Of course, some high-ranking children in the class may have them at home.

Happy time is always so short~lightnovelpub.net~ When the bell for the last class rang, everyone watched the head teacher take the radio away reluctantly.

Everyone put the table back, cleaned it up, and left the school.

Once New Year's Day is over, time seems to pass faster.

Outside the examination room of junior high school and high school, the entrance was deserted, without the company of parents in groups.

Only the doorman was smoking a pipe on his own.

Each student in the examination room showed various poses.

Some wrote vigorously, some thought hard, and some scratched their heads and ears.

When the bell rings for the end of the exam, it means that the junior high school career of these students is over.

What will be faced afterwards is going their separate ways.

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