Chapter 4 The Autumn in which Love Became

Author: Changqing returns to Chengdu

Chapter 4 The Autumn in which Love Became

【March 27, 2003, weather: sunny, mood:?!

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Once you truly enter the atmosphere of Shishi Middle School, you will believe that this is definitely a place suitable for falling in love.

Just like the Shen Garden in Shaoxing, the stone chamber seems to be a historical monument specially repaired for lost love.

The ancient school gate has red walls and black tiles, a cloister-shaped teaching building imitating white marble, and there are decadent smoky paintings of students on the roof of the corridor.

The famous BBS carries years of secrets, youthful resentment, love and loneliness, as well as all kinds of funny classic quotations from geniuses.

The school paints its walls every year, but every year new students still go there to record their unvarnished youth. The shelf life of these emotions is only one year, but its touch is more real than the Internet.

The youth recorded on the stone wall with a pen, correction fluid, or carving knife makes the vicissitudes of life very sexy when touched.

This stone house filled our youthful years with the smell of earth.

Green trees and red walls, moored gardens, Wenweng statues, ancient clocks, pavilions and pavilions, it seems that they have never been noticed, but they all really stay in the background of memory, the background of those stories.

And our adolescence is always in the rainy season.

Moist, fresh, rippling, lingering...]

After writing this, Qin Manman closed his essay book and looked around with some regret.

The towering ancient ginkgo in Moruo Garden is glowing green. How wonderful would it be in autumn now?

In the autumn wind, the rolling yellow leaves are like thousands of yellow butterflies flapping their wings, attracting campus lovers to linger.

What a pity!

Sitting on the fence under the tree with his legs curled up, Qin Manman hugged his knees with his hands and looked up at the green branches, feeling inexplicably sad.

My ignorant youth slipped away so quietly.

It's all Qing Yun's fault!

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August 31, 2000

"Qing Yun? That's a good name!"

At the class opening ceremony, class teacher Li Fangping asked Qing Yun, who had introduced himself, to return to his seat and started talking with a smile.

"Your old senior Sima Xiangru, whose courtesy name is Changqing, and another senior senior Yang Xiong, whose courtesy name is Ziyun. They are the most famous writers of Ci and Fu in the Han Dynasty, and they are both called 'Qingyun'.

At the same time, this is also an ancient ballad recorded in "Shang Shu Da Zhuan", and it is also the name of the national anthem of the Republic of China. Even the name of Fudan University comes from it.

Qingyun, you have to work hard in the past three years. When you enter Fudan University in the future, you will find that there is a Qingyun Building in Fudan University..."

Li Fangping's extensive quotations left the students in the audience dumbfounded.

Could it be that in Jincheng No. 4 Middle School, the head teacher who doesn’t want to be a Chinese teacher is not a good math teacher?

Qing Yun was also complaining in her heart.

He swore that his grandfather, who couldn't read a word, never thought about this when he gave him this name.

After the opening ceremony, there is general cleaning.

When I first entered the school, everyone was not so lazy and rushed to do what they could.

Qin Manman is very beautiful. She grew hair early in her first year of high school and was highly sought after as soon as she entered school.

But at this time, in the classroom where the head teacher was watching, no boy dared to be attentive.

Being tall naturally has its advantages, so Li Fangping assigned the tasks of wiping the high corners to her head.

Qin Manman was not so pretentious. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped on the chair to wipe.

At that time, Li Fangping also felt relieved.

In this class, the one who caught his attention the most was Qin Manman.

There is no way, she is the only daughter of the chairman of Hopu Group, one of the world's top 500 companies.

Hopu Group originated from Xishu and took root in the southwest. He couldn't be careless about the entanglements within it.

What he was most worried about was that Qin Manman would not be able to integrate into collective life.

Because he heard that she had been exposed to one-on-one private aristocratic education since she was a child, and she only had a name in the school when she was in elementary school and junior high school.

Seeing that Qin Manman didn't have the arrogance of a princess, Li Fangping also nodded secretly and directed the students with even numbers in the class to move their books.

It’s not like the first or second grade of elementary school, so the whole class needs to be mobilized for general cleaning.

As soon as Li Fangping left, the classroom became lively with everyone saying hello.

In fact, many of them are acquaintances. If you want to go to high school in Shishi, the easiest way is to go to junior high school in Shishi.

About half of them come from helicopters.

It's just that the classes in junior high school are different.

Those who passed the exam consciously increased their efforts to integrate and took the initiative to chat.

Boys talk about sports, computers, and games, and girls talk about comics, novels, and clothes.

It didn't take long for the crowd in the classroom to notice something strange.

There are those who don't fit in with the crowd.

And there are two.

Qin Manman, who is the most beautiful, and Qing Yun, who is the most tacky dressed in the class.

It's hard to say for Qin Manman. In fact, she is also a student of Shishi Junior High School, but she has never gone to school.

Students from Shishi Junior High School also know that there is such a mysterious figure.

Because Qin Manman takes the exams every semester, and is always number one in the rankings.

They have also heard more or less about aristocratic education from the gossips of their teachers.

Although I don't know how prominent her family is, a child who can get into the No. 4 Middle School is not so short-sighted and will not take the initiative to pursue this princess.

Wait for the princess to feel better and slowly integrate into it.

And Qingyun, this is interesting.

It’s not that Jincheng No. 4 Middle School doesn’t have students from other places, there are dozens of them in each class.

They are all the top scorers in the high school entrance examination in the best junior high schools in various cities and prefectures in Xishu Province, commonly known as "youmianzi".

But they had only seen people like Qing Yun wearing green military-style pants from the 1960s and a sea-spirited shirt from the 1970s at the beginning of school in black-and-white photos of their parents.

The pair of Feiyue shoes on their feet subverted their perceptions.

It can be seen that these three items of clothing are all brand new, which is even more rare.

What age is it?

Chen Yue, a thin and skinny little lolita, looked at Qing Yun who was standing on the table cleaning the glass, rolled her eyes, smiled and spoke,

"Hey! Qingyun! Who gave you your name?"

Qing Yun heard someone calling him, turned around, scratched his head and said with a smile, "My grandpa."

"Observing words and emotions is the most basic skill for a person to survive in society." Children who grew up in rural areas understand this sentence more thoroughly.

After all, you can’t tell whether a dog is in a good or bad mood just by looking at its tail.

Qing Yun, who has been chased by dogs since she was a child, has this skill at her fingertips.

Seeing that most of his classmates looked curious and well-meaning, he also knew that this was the group actively recruiting him to join.

"Hey! My grandfather doesn't know a single Chinese character, so how can he know Sima Xiangru!

When I was born, he looked up at the sky and saw a cloud, so he named me that way.

Don’t listen to what Uncle Li said is so mysterious, this is the first time I’ve heard of Qing Yunge.”

Qing Yun told a little lie here.

That day, there was indeed a marshmallow-like cloud in the sky.

But that day was not the day he was born, but the day he was picked up by his grandfather.

However, there is no difference.

A white lie is not a concealment, but a lie that is unnecessary to tell.

It's not a sell-out part.

From the looks in his classmates' eyes, he also knew that they were not interested in it.

Otherwise, they would say, since grandpa cannot read, then parents should know how to read, right?
To be continued...