The two girls also knew that he was not drunk, so they glared at him, but they didn't stop him. However, when Fang Chang'an came out of the supermarket, they opened the beer, then raised their necks and started drinking, but couldn't help but say, "Do you drink now?"

"You can't drink it on stage?"

Fang Chang'an drank half a can in one breath and slowed down, "It also takes time for alcohol to work."

He walked all the way to drink, and when he arrived at the playground, there was still a little left and handed them to them, "Do you want to try it?"

"don't want."

The two little girls shook their heads together, looking at the crazy look, "I smelled alcohol."

"Mr. Song smells it later and asks you what to do?"

"To be honest, what's the matter?"

Back at the seat, the next step was waiting for the time. After about ten minutes, two hosts, a man and a woman, appeared on the stage together. First, they had regular opening remarks, and then welcomed the leaders and well-known alumni.

There are also people from TV stations next to them, and most of them are to be broadcast on the city TV station.

"Director of the Municipal Education Bureau——"

"Wow"

The tall and thin leaders stood up, and the students in the audience burst into warm applause.

"Shu Tong, deputy director of the Municipal Television Station——"

"Wow"

There was warm applause again, and a middle-aged woman with medium body and good figure stood up and greeted the students behind her and smiled and said hello.

"Is this your aunt?" Wang Ke asked Shen Mo in a low voice. She had heard Shen Mo mention it.

Shen Mo nodded.

Several leaders were introduced, and then the outstanding alumni.

"A graduate of 1981, currently the head of the Department of Materials Science, School of Physics and Electronic Sciences, East China Normal University, Duan Zhiyi."

...

"A graduate of the 1985 class, currently the vice dean of the School of Foreign Languages ​​of Yunlong Normal University, Liu Jian."

...

"A graduate of 1985, academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences..."

...

"A graduate of the 1986 class, a model entrepreneur in Yunlong City, Cheng Siyuan."

...

"A graduate of the 1987 class, currently the sales director of Lenovo South China Region, Zhao Yahui."

...

"A graduate of the 1992 class, now a Dopuda mobile phone hardware engineer, Jiang Peiyu."

...

Fang Chang'an applauded, and couldn't help but feel moved. He looked at the middle-aged man who finally stood up. Dopuda's mobile phone had disappeared in later generations, but these days they are still "named" and are the best among domestic mobile phones.

Many people in later generations have no impression of this name, but many people should know it as Hongda, which is HTC, which was once prominent in the field of smartphones.

At this time, HTC had not entered the mainland, and later entered, it merged Dopuda into it.

After that, HTC was basically in ruins. Not only was the mobile phone business overdue, but the company also suffered losses for years, which was basically considered "out of date".

The two hosts took turns to report their names. After more than a dozen alumni showed their faces one by one, they continued to follow the process. Principal Zhang Junhui made a speech, and then the leaders of the Education Bureau spoke. After a while, they finally entered the main show.

"There are people from the TV station filming."

Several girls muttered in front, and then when Cheng Juan turned around, she seemed to see something, then turned to Shen Mo and said, "Mo Mo, your parents are here."

Shen Mo turned his head and saw that there were many nearby parents of students at the entrance to the playground. Shen Chengli and Shu Mei stood aside with their hands holding hands, smiling at the students singing on the stage.

She waved her hand, but her parents didn't see it. She wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction and looked at the house in Chang'an again.

Fang Changan turned around and took a look at her fair and tender little hands first. Shen Mo glared at him fiercely and turned around to sit down.

"Your parents are holding hands."

Cheng Juan looked a little surprised, but Wang Ke didn't feel surprised in his tone and said, "Uncle and Auntie, okay."

The word "feeling" is omitted here. At this time, the social atmosphere is not as open as in later generations. Generally speaking, parents whose children are about to graduate from high school rarely make such moves in public, and most of them are rare in private, because there are very few free love, and after years of life, even fewer people can maintain such feelings.

After sighing, Wang Ke also looked back at Fang Chang'an, "Did you come to see you?"

Others are not easy to mention, but after she said it first, she didn't have much scruples. Cheng Juan smiled and said, "I think so."

"You can do it well."

Wang Ke looked back at Fang Chang'an again, with gentle eyebrows and smiles like flowers.

Fang Changan rolled his eyes and said that he didn't want to answer the conversation, nor did he dare to say more and make mistakes.

His program was in the middle, so when he saw that it was almost done, he stopped delaying the audience and took the guitar around from behind. Shen Chengli and Shu Mei saw him and smiled from afar.

Fang Changan owed his head and nodded, saying hello.

The young body has not undergone much alcohol test, and I am anxious to drink a can of beer, which is already a little bit popular. Fortunately, it has not had much impact. Alcohol has helped to cheer up. When I walked towards the "backstage" next to the rostrum, Fang Changan held the guitar and felt that there was a passion in his heart as he stepped on, and he was eager to vent his anger.

There is the illusion that "if you spit the embroidered mouth, you will be half a prosperous Tang Dynasty."

This is of course an illusion. The so-called "embroidered mouth" is just a fantasy of later generations. Fang Chang'an thought that Li Taibai was real, and when he opened his mouth, it was probably a filth after drinking.

Imagine poets with poetry is one of the most susceptible things in the world that are distorted and disappointed. In modern times, if you like to read someone's writings, you will look forward to what you think of yourself. When you meet, you will most likely be disappointed and doubt how you write those words like this.

There is an "underground" space between the rostrum and the audience steps next to it, but it is not large. It can be used to place some items, but it is not enough to be considered a backstage. Now the backstage is also built next to this small room.

The two teachers in charge of the Youth League Committee and the staff of the Student Union were all here.

Fang Chang'an came over with a smell of alcohol. Several juniors who had a good impression of him were a little surprised. Chaomin, one of the teachers in charge, also frowned and asked, "Fang Chang'an, have you drunk?"

"I'm afraid of being nervous and can't sing."

Fang Chang'an told his concerns truthfully, Chaomin frowned again, looked at the other teacher, and said nothing, "Please pay attention in the future."

“Hey.”

Fang Changan agreed clearly, and the vice chairman of the student union next to him was speechless, thinking that he would graduate soon, so how could he have a "future"?

"We have learned ancient poetry since we were young, and we all know that ancient poetry can be sung in ancient times. Although the singing method of ancient poetry has been lost, in modern times, we have never given up singing ancient poetry. For example, "When will the bright moon come to you" and "Qingpingle" are all widely sung ancient poetry."

"Singing ancient poems is both a memory of the ancestors and an inspiration of the present."

"Next, we will invite senior Fang Chang'an from Class 32 of Senior High School to bring us his new ancient poem "Wine"!"

When he finally arrived at Fang Chang'an, he followed the pretty and cute school girl host to the stage, then stood beside her, waiting for her to finish her opening remarks, and then walked up with her guitar in her arms.

There were already students from the student union setting up the stage.

"Here's here!"

The sun finally broke through the clouds, but was blocked by the teacher's apartment not far away. Only a little sunlight shone down, and most of the playground was filled with students. When I heard the familiar name, there was a turmoil in Class 32, Grade 32.

Some of the others who knew each other were also a little surprised.

"Is Fang Chang'an?"

"Aren't you not attending the senior high school senior?"

"This guy can't sing, either? He's so fucked ancient poems..."

"Maybe it's for memorizing the college entrance examination, I'll be in the must-have test site for wine."

“It makes sense.”

Some were surprised, some were smiling, and some were looking forward to it.

"It's pretty handsome."

Cheng Juan said to Song Tang next to her with a smile. Song Tang glanced at her and did not answer.

Shen Mo leaned on Wang Ke's shoulder, raised his head, and asked in a low voice: "He will not forget the words when he drinks so much wine, right?"

Wang Ke didn't expect that she would worry about this, and thought for a while and said, "It probably won't be possible. He has memorized it since he was a child, so he will never forget it, right?"

"Um."

Shen Mo nodded, his hair rubbed against Wang Ke's neck, making her itchy, and he reached out to push her away.

Shen Mo immediately hugged her arm, dragged Xiao Niyin to act coquettishly, then raised his head and looked at her with pitiful eyes, as if she was pushed away and was about to be abandoned.

Wang Ke had no choice but to do anything to her, and Fang Changan had already walked to the microphone with his guitar in his arms, and he didn't care about chasing Shen Mo anymore and listened to him singing first.

Shen Mo smiled and still leaned on her shoulder to watch the house sing in Chang'an.

"Hello, teachers, and hello, classmates."

Fang Changan came to the microphone with a guitar in his arms, and did not sing directly to others. He first said hello and said, "My name is Fang Changan."

As for his "identity", he was not qualified to say these words, but when he said that, the school leaders in the audience, led by Zhang Junhui, did not express their dissatisfaction, or even did not feel much unhesitant.
To be continued...