hold you in my arms tonight

It's spring again.

In the early spring of [-], something sad happened to everyone in the Angel Orphanage—Principal Zhang Huaiying passed away.

Dean Zhang has been bedridden in the hospital since last winter. Her son is very busy. Every day during the day, children from the orphanage take turns to accompany him in bed.

However, after the new year, in the season of recovery of all things, this old lady who was gentle and kind all her life still passed away.

Before she died, Dean Zhang suddenly became energetic for several days. After she was discharged from the hospital, she went back to the orphanage for a walk. Many children followed her.

The old lady sat on the bench, and she said to the children: "May the gods always be with you, my children."

Xie Yuan squatted in front of the old man, gently massaging the old man.

Dean Zhang reached out to hold his hand, caressing the string of Buddhist beads carefully, with a gentle and kind expression, with a faint smile.

Later, the old man went back to the hospital and lay down quietly. The next day when the nurse went to make rounds, he found that the old man had left this world.

The children in the orphanage were very sad, Xie Yuan and Jiang Xun also had red eyes.

They remembered the old man well.

The Angel Orphanage has a new director.To be precise, the new dean is the son of the former dean Zhang. He was busy with most of the orphanage's affairs in the past, and the children called him Uncle Zhang.

In March, high school started, and it was a new semester.

In the second semester of the first year of high school, I will start to consider a very important question, that is whether to study literature or theory.

Students in the key class cannot choose by themselves. After discussing with their parents, the school compulsorily chooses all science subjects.These days, "If you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to travel all over the world" is a truth that many people firmly believe in.

Xie Yuan and Jiang Xun are both science-oriented students, so there is no pressure.Meng Yan in the back row has cried several times since school started. She is a liberal arts girl. To be precise, she is a talented girl.

Gu Baiyang is a nerd who reads by heart, and he doesn't know how to comfort the girl when she sees her crying, so he can only rub his hands dryly.

Meng Yan was often mad at him to death.

At the end of April, the first year of high school students ushered in the legendary art festival of the Seventh Middle School, the first one.It will be held for three days in a row, with various poetry recitations, various painting and calligraphy, and various knowledge competitions.Because it was the first session, there was no way to organize it.

Meng Yan was like a duck to water in the art festival, and applied for a solo dance in the dance competition on the first day.

The girl is the temperament cultivated in the scholarly family, from ballet in elementary school.The dancing stage was a temporary one, and the audience was in a mess. When the music started, many people didn't notice it until the girl in the white dress came out.

Jiang Xun didn't notice the stage at first, but when he looked up, he saw the glowing eyes of Gu Baiyang, and when he looked again, the girl on the stage looked familiar.Well, it's his back table.

"Does it look good?" Xie Yuan asked sullenly.

Jiang Xun nodded honestly, pointed to Gu Baiyang next to him, and whispered into Xie Yuan's ear, "Didn't you see that Gu Baiyang's eyeballs are about to fall out?"

Xie Yuan's ears felt a little itchy.

"Do you think it looks good too?" Jiang asked.

Xie Yuan shook his head, and also whispered in his ear: "It's better for you to look better."

Jiang Xun's ears were burning and he avoided him.

Meng Yan on the stage stepped down, she directly took the coat that Gu Baiyang handed over, and while putting it on, she muttered: "There is really no one on this stage!"

Gu Baiyang blushed and praised her: "It's very beautiful, very good, and it dances very well!"

He hasn't finished speaking yet, he is very good-looking, like a fairy descended from the earth.His language is terrible, this is the best adjective he can use for her.

Meng Yan smiled and said: "It's nothing. I learned a lot when I was young, and the only thing I persisted in was dancing. But I have a good sister in the capital, that is excellent, dancing, piano, violin, splash ink painting, and many more. foreign language!"

Gu Baiyang was still smiling, with a gentle voice: "You are the best."

He wasn't interested in the friend she said was proficient in decathlon. From what he could see, she was already the best in the world.

The second day was calligraphy and painting, and Gu Baiyang participated in the on-site brush competition.He won the prize, an expensive fountain pen.

Neither Xie Yuan nor Jiang Xun signed up for the event. After watching various competitions for two days, they were tired of the third question.The two of them kept on doing nothing, and simply ran out to play secretly.

The two got on the bus, went to the park, and climbed the mountain.

The mountains in the park are actually not challenging. The road up the mountain is all stone stairs, and more people are walking.

Climb to the top of the mountain, there is a pavilion there.Jiang Xun didn't want to continue climbing other mountains, and the two sat in the gazebo to rest.

Looking down, there are houses and streets in the city, and the vehicles coming and going are as inconspicuous as small bugs.

"Xie Yuan, what university do you want to go to?" Jiang Xun changed the question, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Xie Yuan habitually held Jiang Xun's hand, put it in his pocket, and slowly answered his question: "Go to the imperial capital, study medicine, God Metropolis Medical University, become a doctor in the future, and then spend the rest of your life with you together."

"Why do you want to be a doctor?" Jiang asked.

Xie Yuan thought about it carefully for a while, but his voice was blown away by the wind on the mountain: "I probably started thinking about it when Xiao Ye got sick. I was thinking, if one day you get sick too, I can save you."

Jiang Xun said, "But doctors don't cure everything."

Xie Yuan pinched Jiang Xun's hand in his pocket, pretending to be vicious and said: "Can you give me some comfort? You will pour cold water on it! If it really can't be saved, then I will die with you, okay?"

Jiang Xun thought seriously, and then said seriously: "No!"

"I know," Xie Yuan said, "we will be together forever."

Jiang Xun agreed with this statement. He was quiet for a while and then continued: "I want to be a teacher in the future. My father seems to be a teacher before. I can't remember clearly. It seems to be, it seems not. But I really want to be a teacher. You If I want to be admitted to Imperial Medical University, then I will be admitted to Imperial Teachers College."

Xie Yuan thought it was a very good future, he said: "Okay, let's make an appointment. From now on, you will be a teacher and I will be a doctor. You will teach and I will save people."

"Well, I teach, you save people," Jiang Xun nodded.

The wind on the top of the mountain was sometimes gentle and sometimes bitter. Jiang Xun gently rested his head on Xie Yuan's shoulder. He closed his eyes and said, "Xie Yuan, I'm so sleepy. Can you call me later?"

"Okay," Xie Yuan squeezed the hand that belonged to Jiang Xun in his pocket, and said softly, "I'll call you later."

The shoulders belonging to a boy are not considered generous, and even a little thin because of the boy's thinness.But Jiang Xun is very comfortable to rely on, as long as he thinks that this person is Xie Yuan, it seems to be extremely reassuring.

Jiang Xun closed his eyes and rested his mind for more than ten minutes. The two set off to climb another mountain and left through another exit of the park.

Time passed by, and it was the last semester of the second year of high school in a blink of an eye.

All the members of Class One, Grade One became Class One, Grade Two without any increase or decrease.The key class in this legend is still the legend. All 40 students in the class are on the top [-] ranking list, and Meng Yan happens to be the [-]th.

Not long after the first year of high school, the school had a class-based chorus competition. What was different this time was that Meng Yan was busy with tutoring, so she could only help out with suggestions, and Xie Yuan was in charge of the rehearsal.

Teacher Shi has already decided on the competition piece, which is "Flowers in May", and Xie Yuan will take care of other matters.Xie Yuan was at a loss, he was a little confused about these things.

All the students were very serious and dedicated. Meng Yan bought uniform clothes for everyone at her own expense without telling everyone. The boys wore black swallowtail suits, and the girls wore white skirts.

"Sure enough, it's Sister Mengyan!" Shen Yuan exclaimed, "How much does it cost!"

Zhou Qing held the skirt and circled beside Meng Yan, jokingly said, "I'll hang out with you in the future, okay?"

Most of the students almost knelt down to Meng Yan when they saw the skirt.

"Come on everyone!" Meng Yan said with tears in her eyes while holding her math book.

Gu Baiyang looked at the black suit that had been placed on his desk, it was the first time he had such a good suit in such a big age.This dress was given by the girl he likes, but he is only one fortieth.

And one fortieth of her is beyond his reach.

"Thank you." It took Gu Baiyang a lot of courage to say this, "It's very beautiful."

Meng Yan didn't raise her head: "You don't look at anyone."

The lack of manpower may be because everyone feels that taking a piece of clothing for nothing is unjustifiable if they don't get a ranking, so everyone practiced harder.

After the evening self-study, everyone voluntarily stayed to practice, practiced voice, practiced rhythm, and added some body movements.

Xie Yuan watched, thinking that he would never do it again.

On the day of the competition, the students in Class [-], Grade [-] still encountered a very embarrassing thing, that is, they collided with the repertoire.Hit several classes, and they played last.

Luo Ping met at the backstage, glanced at the crowd dressed up and said jokingly: "Yo, your class is the finale!"

Jiang Xun and Xie Yuan were next to each other, Xie Yuan was tall and stood behind Jiang Xun.Jiang Xun leaned back and whispered, "I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be afraid," Xie Yuan comforted softly.

The stage of the chorus competition is much more serious than the stage of the art festival. It is a large auditorium used by the school for large conferences, with a dark red curtain.On the stage, everyone looked very serious and stood upright like a pine.

The chorus pays attention to tacit agreement. Fortunately, everyone has practiced a lot, and it is much more neat than other classes of the same repertoire. Coupled with the uniform costumes, the score is actually not low.

The students in Class [-], Grade [-] couldn't help laughing happily when they heard the voice in front of them in the background.

Wen Yang is a student in the senior 23 class who came down from the front. The liberal arts class and the science class are naturally incompatible. In addition, the number of stipends for the key class is several more than that of the ordinary class, which made him dissatisfied with the key class for a long time.

Wen Yang couldn't see how happy the key class was, so he couldn't help but sneer: "The key class requires more than 20 bursaries. I thought they were all poor ghosts. I don't think your clothes are cheap."

Meng Yan was so annoyed by this kind of spoiler, she rolled her eyes at him: "Does it have something to do with you?"

Wen Yang didn't talk to Meng Yan, but turned his attention to the group of boys in Class [-], Grade [-], as if he was looking for something: "I want to see the legendary monitor of your class. I heard that not only has good grades, but also is very good at stealing things." Great!"

Xie Yuan raised his head in the sight of everyone, passed several people, and finally walked in front of the boy who spoke rudely. He said, "You pay so much attention to me? It's a pity, what are you?"

The students in the key class were very angry at being provoked and being bullied about their classmates. A bad-tempered boy followed Xie Yuan's words and said, "What are you? Liberal arts class thirteen, what are you?" thing?"

As soon as this remark came out, the grievances of individual people were completely involved in the two classes.