Chapter 25: Graduation from Elementary School
In late June 1994, the sun was like a fire, and the scorching sun made all the flowers, grass, and trees on the road droop their heads. The crops in the fields were also listless. There wasn't even a hint of wind on the road.
This is the last day of elementary school graduation.
In the green backpack, she had her excellent graduation transcript. Under the scorching sun, she walked with a big red embroidered skirt fluttering under her knees, like dancing flames.
Although the weather was scorching hot, it didn't affect Qing Lan's mood at all. The smile on her face was as fiery and excited as her sun-kissed complexion. Her footsteps almost bounced with excitement.
Qing Lan's mood was indeed great, because this time she graduated from elementary school, she was admitted to the experimental class of Zhen Middle School with a total score of second in the class.
A few meters behind Qing Lan, An Shaojie also had his excellent graduation transcript in his backpack, with a faintly suppressed smile on his face, but his hopscotch-like gait still betrayed the excitement he couldn't contain.
Yes, he was very excited in his heart, and he was admitted to the experimental class of Zhen Middle School with the first grade in the whole class.
Because he was in a good mood, he walked very attentively today, his eyes fixed on the front. In fact, there was nothing in front of him except for the bright sun and the green hills jumping like sparks.
So actually his eyes had been on Qing Lan all along.
Today, his mood was particularly strange. The person in front of him who had always been annoying didn't seem as annoying as before. Because she wasn't stupid at all, but rather much smarter than her foolish mother. Her overall score was only a few points lower than his? But he had studied so hard! And yet, she spent every day happily skipping and jumping around, not lagging behind him at all.
How can someone with such a simple brain do such difficult math problems? It's simply unbelievable!
It's rare for An Xiao Jing to be in such a good mood, gazing at Qing Lan's back, and he can actually study the mysterious brain on her head.
In the blink of an eye, Qing Lan, who was walking in front of him, suddenly darted into a small shop by the side of the road. A moment later, she came out with two bottles of water in her hand.
In the past two years, Qing Lan has grown rapidly like a bamboo shoot, slender and elegant. A red Tujia ethnic minority skirt, with two high-standing braids that have become one thick black long braid hanging in front of her chest. Her skin is whiter than before, and her face is rounder, but she still has the delicate and smiling eyebrows, her eyes are more stable, but the pointed chin still reveals her mischievous and willful side.
Because Qing Lan went into the store to buy water and delayed her time, when she came out, An Shaojie was already following behind her with a distance of less than one meter. Qing Lan suddenly turned around and smiled at him.
An Shaojie was still studying her proud and unyielding attitude, but suddenly became somewhat at a loss. Her clear eyes stared at him for a full minute. A minute is short, but to An Shaojie it seemed very long, because he was stared at by her until he felt a bit flustered and uncomfortable. His hands didn't know where to be placed, one moment pulling on his backpack straps, the next hanging down, then again clasped together in front of him.
It's been a long time since he walked so close behind Qing Lan like this, let alone being stared at by her.
Ever since two years ago, he hit Qing Lan, and after Qing Lan's mother beat him up, Qing Lan never waited for him to go to school again. After finishing dinner early, she would leave for school alone. Even if the two of them happened to walk together occasionally, Qing Lan would intentionally quicken her pace to shake him off or slow down to fall far behind him.
When school was over and she headed home, Qing Lan deliberately avoided walking with him as they used to, one in front of the other. Instead, she would sit in the classroom for a while on purpose or invite some of her fellow villagers to walk home together.
So this time, it was the first time in two years that Qing Lan and An Shaojie returned to their previous mode, one in front of the other on their way home.
Walked to a tree shade, Qing Lan slightly stopped for a moment, stretched her hand into the backpack, took out another bottle of water, put it back in, and then took it out again. After hesitating repeatedly several times, Qing Lan took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully. Finally, she mustered up the courage to take out that bottle of water, bent down, and placed it in the grass by the roadside.
The grass was withered and yellow, and the orange drink bottle stood out particularly.
An Shaojie watched Qing Lan doing all this from behind with a cold gaze. When he walked under the tree, his eyes glanced at the bright orange drink bottle and shrugged, raising the corner of his mouth in a cold smile. Suddenly, he lifted one foot. [Summary] Break CP
With a loud "slap", just like the one he had given Qing Lan, the drink bottle flew out spinning in mid-air.
After a long time, another "bang", the sound of the beverage bottle falling to the ground at the bottom of the shore.
At this time, Qing Lan had already turned around and was quietly watching him doing all of this.
Suddenly, Qing Lan turned around and ran wildly towards Liu's village.
She screamed in her heart: "An Shaojie, you bastard! Lin sister, where are you? You told me to take good care of him. I'm sorry, I don't want to listen to your words anymore, I don't want to take care of him anymore, I hate him."
Looking at the figure running ahead, An Shaojie kicked the stones by the side of the road, and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
"It's really not a person with a long temper, if you're really good to me, no matter how I scold you, hit you, you have the ability to endure it all, and still be good to me as always! In the end, can't bear it. Humph! Still want to compare with Lin sister."
After Qing Lan's figure disappeared, An Shaojie's face regained its lonely and desolate expression.
"Lin Mei, where are you now? What are you doing now? If only you were here, I wouldn't be so lonely."
In these two years, An Shaojie often misses Lin Xi.
Except for the first year after leaving Liujiacun, Lin Xie came back two or three times. In the following two years, she never came back again. Only Teacher Lin returned on Qingming Festival. It is said that Jia Zhilan went to the county town and worked in a factory, so it was not easy for her to ask for leave to come back. Lin Xie had a small exam, studying was tense, so she didn't come back either.
Although every time Teacher Lin comes back, she always brings gifts from Lin Xi for Qing Lan and An Shaojie, but the gifts cannot alleviate their longing.
Qing Lan ran back home, An Shaojie hung his head low, spiritless and walked slowly back into the house.
"What's wrong? Are you sick? Or did you do poorly on your exams?" asked Bai Cuifen, looking at An Shaojie who was covered in sweat.
"No." An Shaojie walked into the room and put down his backpack.
This school bag was made by Lin Xien's mother for An Shaojie, a Tujia child's backpack, made from various dark cotton fabrics. After the start of school in September, he will go to town to attend junior high school, and this school bag will no longer be used. An Shaojie is somewhat reluctant to discard it.
Apart from being reluctant to throw away this school bag, An Shaojie was also thinking about some other things.
Going to town to attend junior high school requires boarding. He was worried that when he wasn't at home, that person would come to harass his mother again.
In recent years, the rumors about Bai Cui Fen and Qing Sheng have been like a tired dog, barking at strangers before lowering its head to sleep, only to bark randomly again after a while.
Rumors spread far and wide will eventually become public. Once they are out in the open, people lose interest and only bring them up again when they have nothing better to do, just for a laugh.
Moreover, that time, An Shaojie directly took a knife to kill someone, and made the half-hidden rumors public. And those rumors that had been catching wind and shadow, which had never been confirmed, from then on became facts with a clear name and reason.
Liu Xizhen and Qing Sheng's relationship also changed from quarreling all the time to a cold war.
Liu Dezhou's legs were no longer as agile as they used to be after he broke his leg, and the complicated relationships between Qing Sheng, Liu Xiu Zhen, and Bai Cui Fen made him worried and anxious, making him feel too ashamed to show his face in the village again, so he rarely went out.
How can Liu Dezhou trust Qing Sheng, how to maintain Qing Sheng, someone's son took a knife and wanted to kill him, drove him out of Bai Cui Fen's house, this fact cannot be explained clearly!
Liu Dezhou, who rarely goes out, has also been in poor health over the past two years.
The old woman's body was still vigorous. Seeing Qinglan running back home with a big sweat, she hurriedly poured a large jug of fishy grass tea and handed it to Qinglan.
Qing Lan took over the teapot and gulped down a whole pot of tea. At the end of June 1994, the sun was blazing like fire, and the scorching sun made all the flowers, grass, and trees on the road droop their heads. The crops in the fields were also wilting, and there was not a single breeze on the road.
This is the last day of elementary school graduation.
In the green backpack, she had her excellent graduation transcript. Under the scorching sun, she walked with a big red embroidered skirt fluttering under her knees, like dancing flames.
Although the weather was scorching hot, it didn't affect Qing Lan's mood at all. The smile on her face was as fiery and excited as her sun-kissed complexion. Her footsteps almost bounced with excitement.
Qing Lan's mood was indeed great, because this time she graduated from elementary school, she was admitted to the experimental class of Zhen Middle School with a total score of second in the class.
A few meters behind Qing Lan, An Shaojie also had his excellent graduation transcript in his backpack, with a faintly hidden smile on his face, but his hopscotch-like gait still betrayed the excitement he couldn't suppress.
Yes, he was very excited in his heart, and he was admitted to the experimental class of Zhen Middle School with the first grade in the whole class.
Because he was in a good mood, he walked very attentively today, his eyes fixed on the front. In fact, there was nothing in front of him except for the bright sun and the green hills jumping like sparks.
So actually his eyes had always been on Qing Lan's body.
Today, his mood was particularly strange. The person in front of him who had always been annoying didn't seem as annoying as before. Because she wasn't stupid at all, but rather much smarter than her foolish mother. Her overall score was only a few points lower than his? But he had studied so hard! And yet, she was carefree and playful every day, not inferior to him at all.
How can someone with such a simple brain do such difficult math problems? It's simply unbelievable!
It's rare for An Xiao Jing to be in such a good mood, gazing at Qing Lan's back, and he can actually study the mysterious brain on her head.
In the blink of an eye, Qing Lan, who was walking in front of him, suddenly darted into a small shop by the side of the road. A moment later, she came out with two bottles of water in her hand.
In the past two years, Qing Lan has grown rapidly like a bamboo shoot, slender and elegant. A red Tujia ethnic minority skirt, with two high-standing braids that have become one thick black long braid hanging in front of her chest. Her skin is whiter than before, her face rounder, but still with delicate and smiling eyebrows, her eyes more stable, yet the pointed chin still reveals her mischievous and willful side.
Because Qing Lan went into the store to buy water and delayed her time, when she came out, An Shaojie was already following behind her with a distance of less than one meter. Qing Lan suddenly turned around and smiled at him.
An Shaojie was still studying her proud and unyielding attitude, but suddenly became somewhat at a loss. Her clear eyes stared at him for a full minute. A minute is short, but to An Shaojie it seemed very long, because he was stared at by her until he felt a bit flustered and uncomfortable. His hands didn't know where to be placed, sometimes pulling on his backpack strap, sometimes hanging down, and sometimes clasped together in front of him.
It's been a long time since he walked so close behind Qing Lan like this, let alone being stared at by her.
Ever since two years ago, he hit Qing Lan. After Qing Lan's mother beat him up, Qing Lan never waited for him to go to school again. After finishing dinner early, she would leave for school alone. Even if the two of them happened to walk together occasionally, Qing Lan would intentionally quicken her pace and leave him behind or slow down and let herself fall far behind him.
When school was over and she headed home, Qing Lan deliberately avoided walking with him as they used to, one in front of the other. Instead, she would sit in the classroom for a while on purpose or invite some other classmates from the same village to walk home together.
So this time, it was the first time in two years that Qing Lan and An Shaojie returned to their previous mode, one in front of the other on their way home.
Walked to a tree shade, Qing Lan slightly stopped for a moment, stretched her hand into the backpack, took out another bottle of water, put it back in, and then took it out again. After hesitating repeatedly several times, Qing Lan took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully. Finally, she mustered up the courage to take out that bottle of water, bent down, and placed it in the grass by the roadside.
The grass was withered and yellow, and the orange drink bottle stood out particularly.
An Shaojie watched Qing Lan doing all this from behind with a cold gaze. When he walked under that tree, his eyes flickered to the bright orange drink bottle, shrugged, and raised a corner of his mouth in a cold smile, then suddenly lifted one foot. Emperor Jun
With a loud "slap", just like the one he had given Qing Lan, the drink bottle flew out spinning in mid-air.
After a long time, another "bang", the sound of the beverage bottle falling to the ground at the bottom of the shore.
At this time, Qing Lan had already turned around and was quietly watching him do all of this.
Suddenly, Qing Lan turned around and ran wildly towards Liu's village.
She screamed in her heart: "An Shaojie, you bastard! Lin sister, where are you? You told me to take good care of him. I'm sorry, I don't want to listen to your words anymore, I don't want to take care of him anymore, I hate him."
Looking at the figure running ahead, An Shaojie kicked the stones by the side of the road, and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
"It's really not a person with a long temper, if you're really good to me, no matter how I scold you, hit you, you have the ability to endure it all, and still be good to me as always! In the end, can't bear it. Humph! Still want to compare with Lin sister."
After Qing Lan's figure disappeared, An Shaojie's face regained its lonely and desolate expression.
"Lin Mei, where are you now? What are you doing now? If only you were here, I wouldn't be so lonely."
In these two years, An Shaojie often misses Lin Xi.
Except for the first year after leaving Liujiacun, Lin Xie came back two or three times. In the following two years, she never came back again. Only Teacher Lin returned on Qingming Festival. It is said that Jia Zhilan went to the county town and worked in a factory, so it was not easy for her to take leave and come back. Lin Xie had a small exam, studying was tense, so she didn't come back either.
Although every time Teacher Lin comes back, she always brings gifts from Lin Xi for Qing Lan and An Shaojie, but the gifts cannot alleviate their longing.
Qing Lan ran back home, An Shaojie hung his head low, spiritless and walked slowly back into the house.
"What's wrong? Are you sick? Or did you do poorly on the exam?" Bai Cuifen asked An Shaojie, who was covered in sweat.
"No." An Shaojie walked into the room and put down his backpack.
This school bag was made by Lin Xien's mother for An Shaojie, a Tujia ethnic minority child. It is made of various dark cotton fabrics sewn together. After the start of school in September, he will go to town to attend junior high school and this school bag will no longer be used. An Shaojie is reluctant to throw it away.
Apart from being reluctant to abandon this school bag, An Shaojie was also thinking about some other things in his heart.
Going to town to attend junior high school requires boarding. He was worried that when he wasn't at home, that person would come to harass his mother again.
In recent years, the rumors about Bai Cui Fen and Qing Sheng have been like a tired dog, barking at strangers before lowering its head to doze off, only to bark randomly again after a while.
Rumors spread far and wide will eventually become public. Once they are out in the open, people lose interest and only bring them up again when they're bored to pass the time.
Moreover, that time, An Shaojie directly took a knife to kill someone, and made the half-hidden rumors public. And those rumors that had been catching wind and shadow, which had never been confirmed, from then on became facts with a clear name and reason.
Liu Xizhen and Qing Sheng also changed from their original quarrelsome relationship to a cold war.
Liu Dezhou's legs were no longer as agile as they used to be after he broke his leg, and the complicated relationships between Qing Sheng, Liu Xiu Zhen, and Bai Cui Fen made him worried and anxious, making him feel too ashamed to show his face in the village again, so he rarely went out.
How can Liu Dezhou trust Qing Sheng, how can he maintain Qing Sheng, someone's son is holding a knife to kill him, and he was driven out of Bai Cui Fen's house, this fact cannot be explained clearly!
Liu Dezhou, who rarely goes out, has also been in poor health over the past two years.
The old woman's body was still vigorous. Seeing Qinglan running back home with a big sweat, she hurriedly poured a large jug of fishy grass tea and handed it to Qinglan.
Qing Lan took over the teapot and gulped down a whole pot of tea in one go.
