After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

June seven.

Negative.

I don't know when it started, but it always rained in Jiangcheng's college entrance examination every year.Early in the morning this year, the sky was so overcast that it was covered with a thick layer of gray that couldn't be brushed off with hands.

From time to time, there is still a water-like cold wind blowing through people's hair.

Seven in the morning.

The playground of Shangxi High School was full of ten buses.Senior high school candidates waiting in full force are boarding the bus in an orderly manner, looking nervous, waiting for the vehicle to take them into the examination room.

Ten buses were quickly filled.

The teacher who led the team counted the number of people twice, checked the admission ticket, and reminded the students to check their ID cards, check whether there were any metal products on their bodies, and turn off their mobile phones.

The students followed suit one by one.

The teacher breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to Shang Houde who was under the car: "Principal, you are ready."

Shang Houde stood beside the bus convoy, watching his students gently.

In his capacity, there is no longer any need to personally send candidates for the exam.

But this is his habit.

When the group of children walked towards the bloody battlefield full of tension, excitement and fear, he hoped that when they turned around, what they saw was not the empty back, but his firm smile.

"Yeah." Shang Houde glanced at the sky, sighed and said, "The weather forecast says it will be sunny today."

The teacher who led the team raised his head and said uncertainly, "Maybe."

Shang Houde smiled at the teacher: "Okay, let's go."

Lead the teacher into the car.The bus engine hummed as it warmed up before starting.Many students opened the windows and waved to Shang Houde.

"Goodbye, Teacher Shang."

"We'll do our best."

Suddenly the school radio hummed twice, and the host coughed twice as if clearing his throat, followed by the boy's hoarse singing.

"Crazy for dreams so what this time."

"Run, proud boy."

"In a young heart is a firm belief."

"Burn it, the blood of pride. I will sing the song of victory again."

Shang Houde and the senior three students were taken aback.

At this moment, the first and second year of senior high school should have just started self-study in the morning, not the time for the radio station to broadcast.

The teacher leading the team looked at Shang Houde questioningly.

Shang Houde thought of something, suddenly smiled and motioned him to wait a while.

Half a song passed, and a sweet female voice appeared on the radio station.

"Today is the day of the college entrance examination for senior seniors and seniors. This song is for all seniors and seniors. I wish all seniors and seniors a successful start in the college entrance examination and greater glories."

That is, the same instant.

There was a burst of orderly shouts from the direction of the second-year high school teaching building. It was the cleanest, most enthusiastic and hard-working blessing from the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy like the sunshine in June.

"Seniors and sisters, come on for the college entrance examination."

The teacher who led the team let out a cry of surprise.

There were surprises and discussions on the third-year bus. Many students opened the windows and looked at the clean and high-spirited faces in the corridor of the teaching building.

It was a group of proud teenagers.

Shang Houde showed a knowing smile and waved to the teacher who led the team.

The bus convoy started one by one, like a winding dragon, slowly drove out of the campus and merged into the turbulent traffic flow.

Shang Houde stood at the door and waved his hand away until he watched the convoy disappear into the end of his vision.

The last line of lyrics on the radio station ended, and a ray of golden light broke free from the gloomy sky.

The sky is clear.

In the second year of high school.

The corridor was full of people, watching the high school team leave.

They were the main force who shouted just now.

This is a group activity led by class one and participated by every class in the second year of high school.

The radio announcer is the literary and art committee member of class one, Ou Yaya.

Seeing that the convoy had gone far, the students were still reluctant to enter the classroom, as if they were planning to fish in troubled waters.

After Chen Zhengfei and Ou Yaya exchanged eye contact, seeing Ou Yaya lowered his head shyly, he clenched his fist and coughed twice: "Students, let me tell you a piece of unfortunate news. There is still half an hour before the end of the morning self-study. Today is Teacher Xiao Fu. early self-study of English."

Everyone wailed in unison.

Teacher Xiao Fu's teaching level is indeed high, but he has a habit of being extremely cruel to students. He likes to check the text and recite.

The old elders of the text have grown up, and the only one in the class who can pass the test smoothly under her hands is Li Qing, that monster.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, and the sound of reading soon resounded in the classroom.

No one noticed that the last row by the back door of the classroom was missing two people.

School gate.

Shang Yang leaned impatiently against the wall next to the security room at the school gate, with one hand in his pocket, his left foot curled up against the wall meaninglessly, flipping through a book of English Compulsory 4 while pinching his nose.

He has a pack of Wangzai toffee in his trouser pocket.

——This is Li Qing's favorite.

After standing for more than 20 minutes, he finally saw the person he was waiting for at the end of the school gate.

Putting the book under his arm, he handed a bottle of pulse to the student union cadre who was checking at the door, and said a few words with him shoulder to shoulder.

That buddy cheerfully asked Shang Yang to help him stand guard for a while.

Li Qing was listening to English with earphones on. When he walked to the school gate, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Student, your school uniform..."

Without raising her head, Li Qing said indifferently, "I'm wearing a school uniform now."

"Classmate." One of Li Qing's earphones was taken off.He raised his head in astonishment, and bumped into Shang Yang's bright smiling eyes.

"I mean your school uniform collar is not done properly?"

Shang Yang rearranged the neckline of Li Qing's somewhat messy school uniform: "I don't know how rushed I was in the morning."

In the presence of a large audience, this overly intimate gesture made Li Qing bow his head unnaturally.

Shang Yang seemed unaware: "How is it at home during this time?"

It has been half a month since that rainstorm evening.

Shang Yang will never forget Li Qing that day.

The white sweater clings to the thin back, Li Qing's jaw is as thin as a knife, his lips are white and trembling, and his downcast eyes are trembling with sadness and bewilderment.

He walked in the door step by step, with rain on his feet, leaving water marks on the floor.

Putting the stack of money in his hand on the coffee table, he said, "Mom's insurance money has come down. This is the money Mr. Shang has lent to our family over the years."

Shang Houde was startled awake from the wine, staring at Li Qing in a daze, his lips trembling.

Shang Yang was also staring at Li Qing.

He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked. After a few words, he fell silent dryly.

He didn't know what to say.

So they watched Li Qing move like that, watched him lower his eyes, watched him like a sword piercing the dark sky, watched him step back step by step, watched him turn around and take the door away.

Shang Yang roared, "Li Qing!"

Li Qing rushed into the rain curtain that blocked people's sight all over the sky.

There is no turning back.

That day, Shang Yang asked Yu Fei and others all over, ran all the places Li Qing frequented, almost turned Shangxi over, and finally found him at Li Qing's house.

Holding a group photo of Li's father and mother, he fell asleep weakly like a child.

Shang Yang guarded him all night.

In the early morning of the next day, he found himself sleeping on Li Qing's bed, and Li Qing went out to buy breakfast.

There are two long messages in his phone.

One for him.

One for Shang Houde.

"Teacher Shang, you are a good person. Only good people will repent for their momentary mistakes for the rest of their lives. Therefore, good people usually live much more tiring lives than bad people.

But you are wrong.

Although you are my father's mentor, you still don't know him well enough.

He is a free-spirited, easy-going person who learned to read for the first time at the age of four. The first article he taught me was "Zhuangzi".In these years, although the life was poor, the three of us lived in harmony, and the life was much happier than you imagined.

If he knew everything today, he would never blame you for the past.

Everything that happened seven years ago was an accident that no one expected. You and Shang Yang also encountered a cruel tragedy, and our family felt very guilty for it.

I've been through it so I know that guilt is a tiring emotion.

More than two months ago, Shang Yang taught me what it means to let go, and today I hope you can learn it too.

This is the greatest comfort to my father Izumi. "

Another one for him.

"Shang Yang, thank you. Give me another two months, okay?"

Li Qing didn't say what he would do for two months, so Shang Yang had no reason to say no.

When he first learned the truth, didn't it take him a long time to convince himself to let go and forgive?

He responded with a 'yes'.

On the second day, Li Qing and Shang Houde applied to stay at home for self-study on the grounds that they were fully preparing for the Qingbei summer camp.

He said to Shang Houde: "Teacher Shang, I must go to Tsinghua University."

Shang Houde agreed.

Shang Yang vaguely understands what Li Qing needs to do in two months.

From that day on, except for the good night messages he sent to Li Qing every day, he never took the initiative to disturb Li Qing again.

In half a month, this was the first time Shang Yang saw Li Qing.

There was helplessness familiar to Shang Yang in Li Qingwen's expression: "What else can I do, I will take care of myself."

Shang Yang touched Li Qing's head: "Yes, I know that our Li Xiaoqing is the most capable."

Li Qing glanced at the cadres of the student union guilty.

Shang Yang whispered: "Don't worry, he can't see it from this angle."

He bribed the cadres of the student union with a small package of pork jerky, hooked his shoulders together, and made an appointment to play together next week. Shang Yang relinquished his position to the cadres of the student union, and then strode up to Li Qing.

Li Qing was looking at him with a smile.

Shang Yang leaned against the wall, put his hands on his chest, and put on a handsome pose: "What? Li Xiaohua, are you fascinated by your brother Shang's handsomeness?"

Li Qing smiled and hummed: "Yeah."

Shang Yang was taken aback.

Li Qing smiled and said, "It's not very handsome, but very handsome."

Shang Yang, who still wanted to say a few more words, became dumb for a while, muttered a few words unnaturally, and said angrily: "When did you become so flirtatious?"

But Li Qing just rubbed Shang Yang's head: "Class is about to start, let's go."

Li Qing came back this time to get the test papers.

There was a monthly exam in Shangxi High School last week. Shang Houde called Li Qing and asked him to take a copy of the paper and go back to do it. The teacher would help him mark it so that he could grasp his grades.

It was also from Shang Houde that Shang Yang knew that Li Qing was coming.

He took the test paper, because Shang Houde still wanted to ask about Li Qing's situation during this time.The two arrived at the door of Shang Houde's office together.

The door was ajar, and Shang Houde's angry roar was faintly heard inside.

"Mr. Jia, I hope I don't need to repeat my opinion to you again?"

"Change the principal? What do you mean?"

"The power of capital? Mr. Jia, are you threatening me?"

"Okay, then I'll wait and see."

Shang Yang and Li Qing looked at each other.Li Qing asked in a low voice: "Is it Jia Chengfeng?"

Shang Yang said gloomyly: "It should be."

Both of them didn't like this well-dressed, elegant and polite president of Jiuwanli Real Estate Company with the standard Confucian businessman's posture.

Shang Yang didn't like this man's pretentious big-tailed wolf.

Li Qing hated Jiuwanli Company.

The project that caused Li's father's accident back then was invested and presided over by this company.

The two waited at the door for Shang Houde to finish his phone call before knocking on the door and entering.

After Shang Houde finished asking about Li Qing's living conditions and confirmed that Li Qing has strong self-discipline and self-care ability, he can fully take care of himself, and self-study is more suitable for him, so he felt relieved.

Li Qing should go.

Shang Yang reluctantly sent him to the school gate, holding hands and not letting go.

We haven't seen each other for fifteen days, at least we should have a farewell kiss.

Shang Yang thought.

But he didn't ask Li Qing confidently like before.Consciously or unintentionally, he forced himself to become sensible.

"You write the test paper carefully. I will write down the notes the teacher said in these two days, and you can come and get a copy when the time comes."

He knew the significance of Li Qing's hard work during this time.

Li Qing sighed silently as he looked at his cautious expression, his timid movements, and even showing a flattering Shang Yang from time to time.

It seemed that he was still intimidated that day.

He never blamed Teacher Shang from beginning to end.

When he learned the truth, he was more bewildered than shocked.

He suddenly realized his father's regret when he mentioned Tsinghua when he occasionally mentioned the past.

But the past of more than 20 years ago is too far away for him, and the tragedy of the fate of the two generations entangled in it makes him even more at a loss.

He instinctively made a gesture of resistance.

Talking and introspecting one night in front of his father's portrait, he sorted out the entangled past of more than 20 years, gave his own answer, and made an extremely firm determination.

He is going to Tsinghua University.

Together with the regrets that my father has kept in his heart for more than 20 years.

Now it seems that this matter still casts a shadow on Shang Yang.

Perhaps he should have discovered earlier, with Shang Yang's arrogant personality, how could he be satisfied with just sending him a short message of good night for half a month.

Seeing Shang Yang hesitate to speak, Li Qing rubbed his head.

He still likes Shang Yang's wanton and arrogant look.

Little Sun, how can you not show off.

Li Qing pulled down Shang Yang's arm amusedly, and hooked his fingers towards Shang Yang: "Brother Shang, look up."

Shang Yang raised his head and stared blankly at Li Qing.

Li Qing lowered his face and leaned into his ear: "Brother Shang, there is a girl over there who has been peeping at you."

Shang Yang excitedly turned his head to look, "Where is it?"

"I won't allow you to look at her."

Li Qing firmly pressed the back of his head, bit his lip accurately, pressed it down fiercely, and rubbed it almost as if biting, the slight tingling could give people a more real feeling.

Shang Yang heard his voice.

"you are mine."

After putting down the phone, Jia Chengfeng sat in front of the large president's swivel chair and made a call.

The secretary said: "Mr. Jia, please give me instructions."

Jia Chengfeng said: "Execute the Talent Plan."

The Talent Project is his name for the plan to transform Upper Creek High School and cultivate elite talents, which is his goal.

He who has always been decisive in the shopping malls has hesitated for so long for a principal's persistence. It seems that Shangxi High School has had a greater impact on him than he imagined.

Or to speak of two of them.

One is Shang Houde.

One is Li Changyun.

When he was in the third year of Shangxi High School, Shang Houde was still a new teacher who had just graduated and transferred to Shangxi.His enthusiasm and sense of responsibility are something he will never forget over the years.

And Li Changyun.

The quasi-Tsinghua seedling who is famous for being handsome and amazingly talented in that class is also his biggest competition.

Back then, Tsinghua’s enrollment in the small city of Shangxi was only a few single digits.

He is not sure that he can win against others, so he can only reduce the number of competitors.

So the day before the college entrance examination, he set a fire.

His childhood dream was to be an outstanding politician, like many big men who were born in poverty and later became powerful.

You have to fight for what you want, which is the life creed he summed up from his idol.

And it always works.

Just like the fire before the college entrance examination, or changed his name and surname, after graduating from Tsinghua University and intending to enter politics in the business world, he was airborne by the descendants of the group's high-level executives, squeezed out his room for promotion, and then he caused a construction site accident. .

This time the 'Plan of Excellence' is also the same.

He looked at the family portrait on the table.Between him and his wife is a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with a beautiful smile.

Because this is the best road he created for his daughter.

He was tested from the countryside, and he knew that there were too many outstanding talents at the bottom. Under difficult conditions, he could get good grades in the test with only ordinary resources.

His daughter is only twelve or thirteen years old, but she has already shown mediocre potential.

The more this is the case, the more he must use his utmost efforts to promote quality education, such as equestrianism, skiing, full English speeches, and so on.

The resources that these low-level students will never have access to in their lifetime will be his daughter's inherent advantages.

And no longer on the battlefield based on merit alone, these low-level students will lose for no reason if they work hard.

His daughter will win with ease and be able to stand on the same level as him.

If Shang Houde stops it again, no wonder he disregards the friendship between teachers and students.

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