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Yao An lowered his head so that the grade director could put a bright plastic garland around his neck.

He pinched the two corners above the orange-red certificate and looked towards the starting point.

"Champion, look here." The officer of the student union wearing the Little Red Riding Hood raised a cannon at him.

"Oh, good." Yao An stood in the middle of the podium, showing his big white teeth to the camera.

The photo made the cover of the school newspaper that month.

"Athletes have great skills, and the students of No. [-] Middle School shine." Yao An read the headline, his face poking out from the top of the newspaper, "Why don't you even type the names of athletes?"

"How much limelight do you want to make?" Xiang Jingxuan said, "Isn't it enough to get two first prizes?"

"The key is—" Zhan Xing at the same table showed a longing expression, "You have earned a lot of fans."

Yao An threw the newspaper away, his jaw wrinkled a little.

During the three days of the sports meeting, he was stopped halfway, and a bottle of water was handed to him, with a light-yellow post-it note with his name on it. When he was running and jumping, a girl with an unfamiliar face said cheers to him. .

"Thank you", "Sorry", "I'm not very thirsty"... Yao An said that every time.

There is no euphemism for rejection, as long as you are refusing.The only advantage the opponent has is to turn around first.

"Do you want to talk to Yu Zhouyao?" Yao An was lying on Yao Jianqi's bed that day, flipping through his comic books.

Yao Jianqi stuck his fingertips on the blade, and scraped along the black lead bit by bit. The pen shavings fell on the wood flowers in the trash can like snow grapples, with a silent look.

Yao An dropped the comics and moved to the end of the bed.

"Huh?" He nudged him with his elbow.

Yao Jianqi put the knife to his mouth, blew, and said without looking at him, "That's not how the right to know is used."

"Yao An, someone is looking for—"

The classmates at the door shouted at him.

"Here we come." Yao An got up quickly, walked a few steps, and returned to the table.

"Do me a favor." He put his hands on the shoulders of Zhan Xing and Xiang Jingxuan.

"Huh?" Both of them looked up.

"Help me hype it up."

"What's the hype?"

Yao An: "Actually, I have a girlfriend in No. [-] Middle School."

On the weekend, Anding Village.

"Are you going to join the swimming team?!"

"Just go and have a look." Yao An spat out the shell of the melon seeds in his mouth, and twisted another one.

Yan Huai'en came over with a boiling kettle and filled their cups. There was a ring of white sesame seeds floating on the surface of the tea.

"Tell me." Yan Huaien also sat down.

Yao An took a sip of sesame tea: "It mainly goes back to the sports meeting..."

At the beginning, Yao An planned to run around and get the job done out of lack of professionalism and a sense of collective honor, but ended up taking the first place in two events and breaking the school record in the 200-meter race.

Of course, this "casual" is open to debate.

"It's the gold that always shines, and the eagle that always soars!" Yao An suddenly said generously.

"What dog did you let..." Kang Zi's arm was slapped by Yan Huai'en, and he stopped talking, letting the guy continue.

It was his physical education teacher who came to see Yao An that day.

The teacher cut to the chase: "The organization has decided to list you as a key training target."

Where is the organization?

But Yao An still asked respectfully, "What do you mean?"

"Join the school team." The physical education teacher said.

"But why the swimming team?" Kang Zi wondered.

"I was also confused at first." Yao An licked his sesame seeds, "Then he said, 'Your legs don't look like long-term running, but rather long-term swimming'"

"Think about it carefully." The physical education teacher finally said, "I got an award for extra points in the exam."

"Understood." Kang Zi nodded, "You are here for this."

"Who said, I still have Olympic ideals." Yao An smiled and said, "But it doesn't add points."

Yan Huai'en held the cup and blew away the white air: "I didn't expect that there is a swimming team in No. [-] Middle School."

"Let's take a slant." Yao An said, "If the cultural achievements can't keep up, we will develop amateur advantage projects. Our school plans to rely on this talent training base."

"Very good." Yan Huaien smiled.

"Wynn, you will take the high school entrance examination next year." Kangzi put his hand on his shoulder.

"Ah."

"Do you want to consider going to the No. [-] Middle School in the county?" Kang Zi strongly suggested.

"I don't think about it." Yan Huai'en refused.

"Hahahahahaha..." Yao An gloated at Kangzi's slightly stiff face, "I don't think so."

Yan Huai'en smiled slightly, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

"You're going to come to the city's No. [-] Middle School, Wynn." Yao An raised his eyebrows.

"No plan." Yan Huai'en left no room for it

"..." Although Yao An did it for fun, he never expected him to refuse so decisively.

"I promised grandpa that I will take the No. [-] middle school exam." Yan Huai'en said seriously.

Yao An and Kang Zi cast their gazes a little far away at the same time, Yan Muchun was half asleep on the rocking chair, covered with a layer of deep purple velvet blanket, the silence was louder than the sound.

Yan Muchun closed his eyelids and said in a hoarse voice, "Good boy."

A tiny response.

Yan Huai'en was very satisfied.

Their hustle and bustle included Yan Muchun, but also kept him.

Yao Jianqi is sketching in the cemetery.

Eight people sit in the southwest, southeast and south, and to the north is a monument of martyrs tens of meters high. The front and back of the monument are engraved with an uprising and a martyrdom respectively.

The autumn sun was in full view, hanging on the tip of the red star, but it would be dazzling after a long time. Yao Jianqi covered the sketchbook to his forehead and looked at the broken 5mm charcoal strip on the ground.

Should have taken two more.

"Use mine." A pen holder was handed to him, "Can I use a square one?"

Yao Jianqi only had "Still Life Sketch" on the mat, while the other party was sitting on a ginger-yellow portable mat, with a very childish face just enough to raise his head.

"Ah, thank you." Yao Jianqi stopped at the upper edge of the pen holder, pulled out half of it, and opened his mouth again, "You..."

The other party's baby face smiled, anticipating what he wanted to say: "My name is Chen Zhe, you are Yao Jianqi, right?"

Yao Jianqi rarely felt guilty. It was not commendable that he had been in the same studio for so long and couldn't remember his name.

"Look at yours." Chen Zhe didn't know whether he didn't notice or didn't care about the embarrassment, and pouted at Yao Jianqi's sketchbook.

Yao Jianqi turned it over.

It is the mausoleum in front of them, the difference is that the sky as the background is blackened with charcoal, and the two long steps below are hard to distinguish, and the original regular trapezoid looks like a pile of burning bones.

The only color is the five-pointed red star that broke through the drawing paper.

"Great!" It took Chen Zhe a long time to remember to sigh.

Yao Jianqi went to see him, but he hugged the painting book, leaned forward and said, "It's so ugly!"

Yao Jianqi smiled, and continued to darken the corners with a charcoal stick, leaving no leeway.