If possible, put the book in the bookshelf, which will make it convenient for you and support me. Thank you very much!

There are not many days before New Year's Day, and time is very tight. They are all the kind of people who are the best to do. So on Sunday morning, Huang Jingping solicited her father's advice and came to find Feng Yiping again.

A beautiful girl came in the single boy's room, and it seemed to be brighter. Wang Changning habitually wanted to enter the room. Feng Yiping grabbed him. On New Year's Day, they had to face dozens of people singing, and now there was an audience.

Feng Yiping always felt that Huang Jingping felt very comfortable when she arrived here today. After adjusting a little, she adapted to having a third party present. Oh, it shouldn’t be said that a third party should be there, an audience member present, and started singing softly.

Not to mention, after the practice yesterday afternoon, she performed much better. In fact, this song is not difficult to sing. The difficult thing is that the cooperation between the two of them is now relaxed. It is not that good, but the effect is OK. If you score, you can at least pass the exam.

Huang Jingping wanted to find this book to read, but once she flipped through it, she flipped through the two books that Feng Yiping read yesterday. After looking through a few pages, she saw that it was boring and difficult nouns such as growth rate, inflation rate and interest rate. She was a little overwhelmed. When she looked at the "ordinary college textbooks" on the cover, she was a little curious and asked Feng Yiping, "Why are you reading this now?"

Feng Yiping, who was used to fried dough sticks later, answered, "I won't look at these more now. Where can I get the money to marry a wife and have children in the future?"

As soon as I said that, I felt something was wrong and was busy apologizing, "I'm sorry, just kidding, I'm just interested in some of them, my personal hobbies."

Huang Jingping was just a little embarrassed at first, but after hearing what he said, she couldn't help but think too much, stop talking, and bring her headphones to listen to music.

The winter morning passed quickly, and after a while, it was almost lunch time. Wang Changning came to ask for advice, "What should I eat for lunch?" he asked with a smile, while looking at Huang Jingping sitting at Feng Yi's table with a meaningful look.

"Just eat hot pot, it's simple and convenient." Feng Yiping said.

"Okay, there's not too much food, so it's better to buy some."

"I'll go," Feng Yiping went to ask Huang Jingping for advice. It was hard to drive people away when they were all in the meal.

"I'd better go back, my dad is waiting for me to have dinner."

"Let's go together, I'm going to buy some vegetables. Why don't you just ask your dad and come here to eat together. Hotpot is the atmosphere that there are many people." Feng Yiping said.

"Okay," said Huang Jingping, "I'll try,"

Feng Yiping went to the vegetable market where there were only a few stalls and bought some cabbage, rapeseed, vermicelli, tofu skin, etc. It happened that there was a very suitable seller of handmade fish balls. He rushed to make two pounds.

When he returned to 502, he didn't expect that Huang Jingping and his father had actually come. There was a bag of apples on the coffee table. I think it was Huang Chengzhong who was embarrassed to eat food with nothing.

Huang Chengzhong didn't want to come at first, so what's the point of having dinner with two little guys who were not very familiar with? But he could see that his daughter, who has always been well-behaved and obedient, seemed a bit interesting.

This matter is a bit tricky, so I just stopped drinking it. I guess my daughter would not be able to get out of the market, and this method is too rough, so when I think about it, it would be better to take the opportunity to learn more about it. Maybe my daughter is wishful thinking?

As long as you are a person who is in the public office, no matter whether you make a name for yourself or not, you will be very good at thinking about it.

During the meal, Huang Chengzhong carefully observed that although Feng Yiping was actually the youngest among the three people, one year younger than Huang Jingping and Wang Changning, he was the most mature in speaking and doing things, and even over-mature. When picking up food for the other two, he was clearly like an adult taking care of two children.

He felt a little strange, was he pretending? He didn't look like a fake, and if a child could pretend like this, that would be too profound!

So he was relieved and did not ask Huang Jingping to go back with him after the meal and let them do their homework together.

After finishing the homework, Feng Yiping became interested. Since there are many people today, let’s make dumplings. As a result, he dug a hole for himself! The two had a lot of fun. Yes, they had a lot of fun. Except for helping with the noodles and chopping the filling, they were just making fun at other times.

The same goes for Huang Jingping. The dumplings she made were of various shapes, but she thought she was good.

However, such a scene made Feng Yiping feel like he was living a life.

The things I made by myself tasted delicious and packed a lot. Huang Jingping took some back to offer treasures to her father. The rest of Feng Yiping cooked them in a pot, put them in an insulated bucket, and took them to school to make dinner for Xiao Zhijie.

They made dumplings in the afternoon, so they returned to school very late today and set off at almost five o'clock. Wang Changning rode his own bike to take Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping rode Feng Yiping's Melida.

When he arrived at the school gate, it was already dark. Huang Jingping returned the car to Feng Yiping, and returned to the seemingly gentle but kept people from thousands of miles away. He walked towards the classroom alone.

Wang Changning pushed the car and asked Feng Yiping, "Do girls change their faces so quickly?"

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This year's New Year's Day was exactly Saturday. Considering that the first grade is on Saturday, the school has advanced the party to Friday night.

After the fourth class that afternoon, all classrooms were making noise. The class leaders and people surrounded the desks in a U-shaped shape, and the tall ones stepped on the table, or carried a thin one, and passed the ribbons with balloons through the beams, pulling two diagonally in the classroom.

The blackboard is written in large floral characters, with a small string of colorful lights hanging above, and the girls pasted characters and some cartoon images on the window glass.

All of this, although simple, was the first time the class paid for it.

Those students who usually like to hang around are more active today, running all over the school and coming back from time to time to report on the progress and characteristics of other classes for everyone to adjust.

At 7:30, everyone sat down in a noisy manner. The class leader Zhou Liwei and the life committee member carried a few black plastic bags and placed two oranges, a few candies, and a handful of melon seeds on the tables opposite the blackboard. This was prepared for the teachers and leaders who might come.

Then the two of them put a large handful of melon seeds next to the table, and as for the remaining candy, they gave all the girls sitting in a bunch of them.

Huang Jingping's second uncle and Teacher Huang, who taught politics, were the first to come, and then the teachers of mathematics, physics and English came to support him. Finally, Teacher Wang accompanied Vice Principal Zhang in.

With a burst of applause, Zhang Qiuling and Tang Shaokang made a comeback. In the cold weather, Zhang Qiuling was wearing a skirt. I have to say that she was really dedicated. Her face was already rosy, and she also applied blush on her cheeks. This was the feature of the host's makeup during this period, even the same thing on the TV station.

Tang Shaokang was wearing a Zhongshan suit, and he didn't know how many pounds of oil were applied on his hair. In short, even flies were on it.

It doesn't matter. Listening to them both say seriously, "It's the season of snow falling again. The golden rooster welcomes the spring. At this moment of bidding farewell to the old and welcomes the new, our first-class family in Grade 2 gathered together..."

Feng Yiping covered his face with his hands, and he really couldn't bear to look at it, but the voice still stubbornly penetrated into his ears, "Looking back on 1993, we are proud,..."

Tsk, it was cold and I also had goosebumps all over my body.

Fortunately, the school has not yet had the bad habit of asking leaders and teachers to speak on stage first. After they finished speaking the opening lyrics, the good show was officially staged. The first program was a chorus of boys, "Singing the Motherland".

I guess I didn't practice much, it was uneven, unlike a chorus or a multi-chorus. Most of the people in it were still in the voice change period, so it turned out to be the rock version that Feng Yiping was worried about.

However, at their age, in the mountains where there are very little entertainment, the students still gave warm applause to them.

The following shows are almost the same, nothing particularly outstanding, and nothing very unbearable.

What Feng Yiping couldn't stand the most was the break between the program. The two hosts wrote a true scripture, and learned what the hosts said on TV and learned sensationalism. He really couldn't watch these things. When watching on TV, he could change the channel or mute it. Now he couldn't do anything, so he sat there and twisted around, feeling uncomfortable all over, just hoping to get to his program soon and then go out for some breath.

Their "Prayer" is the ninth program. When they saw him and Huang Jingping appear from both sides, there was a burst of applause immediately.

In fact, they are a bit similar. They both seem gentle, but they don’t deal with everyone much. For example, Feng Yiping got closer to Xiao Zhijie, and then communicated more with Feng Wen and Wen Hong in the row. As for other classmates in the class, they are all ordinary friends.

Therefore, there are very few opportunities to see the other side of them.

Facing the dozens of people below, Huang Jingping, who was on stage for the first time, seemed a little nervous, while Feng Yiping was not under pressure. Before the music could be played, she waved to the left and right hand in a very charming way, and said in Cantonese, "Thank you everyone!" There was an applause immediately below.

As the music started, the two of them performed normally. After all, they had been practicing seriously for several hours and sang this four-and-a-half-minute song smoothly.

They actually took advantage of it because the song has not been released for a long time and I have not heard many classmates. The melody itself is beautiful and beautiful. So at present, their program is the best, and of course the one with the warmest applause and cheers.

Not long after they started singing, students from other classes came to join in the fun after hearing the sound, and some people shouted in the corridor, "Come on another one!"

Of course, he and Huang Jingping had no communication throughout the whole process, Vice Principal Zhang and the teacher were sitting down. You can learn from the male and female stars who sang duet on the stage to gaze affectionately, and then try to walk with your hands a few steps!

He bowed to the audience and returned the microphone to Zhang Qiuling. Feng Yiping quickly slipped out of the back door. No one of them knew which class he was from. When he passed by, he beat him on his shoulder, "Feng Yiping, he sang well!"

Huang Jingping, who had already stepped down and returned to the middle of the girl, looked at Feng Yiping's back and sighed softly.

The dormitory and the teacher building were pitch black, but the classrooms on both sides were very lively. There were either singing or laughter or applause in each classroom.

There are many people wandering in the corridor like him, all of whom are watching which class's program is good, and they stay there for a while. Many teachers are like this, walking from class to class.

After Feng Yiping came back after a walk around, the teachers who were sitting also changed a few times. Vice Principal Zhang didn't know which class he went to to go to, and now the director of the teaching is sitting there.

I don’t know if it was agreed in advance, but Zhang Qiuling called him to come on the stage. The opportunity was rare, and everyone followed suit. The director also followed everyone’s request and took a break dance on the stage, which was a classic glass-washing.

Always serious and unkind, the director of the forties suddenly came to this section. The contrast won a lot of honor on the spot, and the welcome seemed to surpass the duet between Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping.

Anyway, the school tonight was full of laughter and joy.

It was on this happy evening that a girl from the third grade sneaked out with her companions on the excuse of watching other classes, and caused a stir soon after.

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Chapter completed!