When I came to the class, some red papers were pasted on the walls of the class. It says New Year's Day Friendship.

And a group of people's dress changes are also quite big.

The boys didn't change much, either a blue work uniform of Yishui, or a beige military uniform.

However, many girls have changed a lot.

From the original blue tooling and military uniforms to plaid and clothes of various colors.

I am used to seeing the three colors of black, gray and blue, but this time I changed the colors, and I felt that the atmosphere was a lot more active.

These clothes are estimated to be reluctant to wear at ordinary times.

At the same time, the classmates are asking each other about what other people have brought.

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

The city is surrounded by a circle, and in the middle is the place for performances.

Everyone took out their belongings and put them on their table.

Most of them are melon seeds and peanuts, just how many.

A few came with a little candy.

Some hold a lot and hold their heads high, while those students in rural or urban areas with poor living conditions.

It's a little embarrassing.

But no one was sarcastic.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan took everything.

"Let's put a piece of it all, and everyone will share a little bit later. Who has an opinion?"

The students all looked at each other, all embarrassed.

He was too embarrassed to say that, for fear that others would call him stingy.

People with less people don't speak.

However, when everyone saw the half-pound of things that Zhou Xiaochuan brought, they all stopped talking.

"Let it go, let it go."

Teacher Yang's voice came from outside.

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

Zhou Xiaochuan took a look.

radio!

The Red Star 502 is nearly forty centimeters long, twenty centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high.

A radio fighter, a big one.

The price in the department store is 140 yuan.

This thing is a rarity.

Although the price is cheaper than the bike.

However, due to the problem of production, tickets are required when they leave the factory, and radio tickets are much more difficult to obtain than bicycle tickets.

The craftsmanship is not of a class at all.

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

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

Only then did he pass the bag in his hand to Zhou Xiaochuan.

"This is the peanuts the school got, let's share it with the students."

Zhou Xiaochuan took it when he saw it, about five pounds. But it's shelled. Not peanuts.

Put the peanuts together with the previous things, and give the forty-two students in the class and the head teacher an average score.

Yes, that's right.

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

Eight classmates gave up their studies because of family circumstances.

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

Teacher Yang, the head teacher, began to speak.

"Classmates, you are about to graduate soon. This is our first New Year's Day party, and it's the last time. Two years will pass in the blink of an eye. The teacher is also very happy, because the students are all excellent..."

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

The students were excited from the beginning.

Thinking that they will graduate and leave in a few days, the classmates stopped laughing and listened slowly and calmly.

Until the last few girls have started to cry.

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

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

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

Without a microphone, the two just held hands.

They are also emboldening each other. It stands to reason that this was originally Zhou Xiaochuan and Chu Yanyan together, but he was not happy.

Finally, Zhang Fangfang stepped up.

"Let's invite our classmate Li Fuhua to perform Erhu for us, "Drawing a Camel""

When a classmate in the audience heard the words, he carried the erhu into the middle. Although everyone had been classmates for several years, the other party's expression was still a little restrained.

Sitting on the bench, taking a deep breath, he began to pull up the erhu.

Then a melodious voice spread in the classroom.

No matter what era talented people are, they are always envied by others.

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

Next,

Suona, "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix"

Dizi, "The Partridge Flying"

Those who dare to take the initiative to take the stage, not to mention how good they are, at least they dare to take the stage when they are smooth.

At the end of each song, the class burst into warm applause from time to time.

Zhou Xiaochuan smashed the sunflower seeds underneath and watched with relish. I sighed inwardly, putting aside my own rebirth and space.

I am really not as good as these students.

At this age, it can be pulled so smoothly, and it is estimated that they have learned from the master since childhood.

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

What surprised him the most was that one actually brought a guzheng and played the song "House of Flying Daggers".

Another person sang Hui opera, although I didn't understand the meaning of the babble.

But the crowd still listened with gusto.

The special expression is quite right.

This time the class is usually not leaking. Hidden a lot of masters ah.

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

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

"The East is Red"

The chorus of this era is naturally the epic song "The East is Red". He is very popular, and he will hum a few words without learning.

Zhou Xiaochuan naturally followed behind to fish in troubled waters.

After the song ended, everyone returned to their seats.

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

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

When no one responded, he went up to play with the radio.

Plug it in.

"Zizzizi..."

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

"Children, the little speaker has started broadcasting,"

Then came a trumpet melody.

the melody stops,

A voice came from the radio.

"Listen below, sung by Guo Lanying, one mountain after another."

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

"A road of water comes a road of mountains

The team is going to the front line

A road of water comes a road of mountains

Go to war with one heart

Don't worry about the things behind

…”

The classmates were 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 had never seen it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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

The happy time is always so short. As the bell of the last get out of class rang, everyone reluctantly watched the head teacher take the radio away.

Everyone returned the table, cleaned up, and left the school.

After New Year's Day, time seems to go by faster.

Outside the test room of junior high school and senior high school, the door was deserted, and there were no parents in groups.

Only the uncle of the doorman was smoking a dry cigarette on his own.

The students in the examination room showed a variety of expressions.

Some write hard, some think hard, and some scratch 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.

Then there will be things going their separate ways.