Later, after growing up, I saw Zhang Huoqiu’s scene and realized that what I heard back then was a small radio episode. Zhang Huoqiu’s work was “A moment of time has already passed.” The difference between “previous sentiment” and “seven sentiments” is vast, but if it’s “previous sentiment,” then there’s also “later meaning,” reaching the level of “seven sentiments have passed,” and this day had arrived.
Zhang Huoqiu was robust, while Liu Xiao was thin.
Some people say that “previous” and “seven” are already difficult to distinguish, so Liu Xiao and Zhang Huoqiu’s story is the same. This summer, the drama was fresh and interesting, so he didn’t want to use the original version to verify what this child was ultimately about. In the end, whether “previous sentiment” was established or “seven sentiments” formed, it still didn’t reach “mountain village clothing west.” When Liu’s sister was lying in Liu Xiao’s poem at that moment, he was indeed cold and gray.
The next item on the agenda is “departure”. Each team member will lean forward at a certain angle after the team salute, with the entire team raising their hands to salute, and the team leader’s hand, under the accompaniment of two guard team members, moving clockwise around the entire field.
Su Se led the entire junior team to raise their right hands, saying: “Prepare, for the realization of our ideals!”
The entire team shouted in unison: “Ready at this moment!”
The dragon mountain under the August sunlight was radiant, with ten thousand teachers’ light intertwining with the red flag under Su Se’s face, and Jia Ru watched the child of the gods from an extremely small perspective.
Su Se spoke. Without using a script, her round face said: “The red leader is a corner of the red flag, forged by the fresh blood of those who sacrificed their lives first; the stars on the team are to guide our direction…”
Jia Ru heard such a standard speech for the first time. Su’s voice was not like most children who would be nervous during a speech, but steady and even somewhat calm.
The guard members on the north side were in uniform. They stood facing Jia Ru, with the guard looking at Jia Ru in the middle of the paper pile, wanting to laugh but not daring to, as this was the second time he had seen Song Ruoran. He appeared different from others, and Song Ruoran’s gaze never turned back to the summer after Su Se appeared.
Not just Song Ruoran, but the eyes of all school students were on Su Se.
The third-grade classroom was on the second floor. Summer was still with the north guard. After the old teacher finished the new textbook, the school principal brought Su Se in. Summer suddenly thought of the empty space next to the guard. That was the only seat in the class.
The old teacher said: “Su Se, sit next to Song Ruoran, help her more, her math isn’t very good.”
Song Ruoran moved a bit, somewhat nervously smiling at Su Se, who also smiled back. Summer watched them, and asked the north guard: “Do you want some drawing materials? I’ll give you a few package books.”
The north guard said “okay”, with a mysterious tone: “Su Se actually put Song Ruoran down!”
“What’s good about comparing a boy and a girl,” Summer flipped through the textbook, with more life-and-death characters in the new text, and the situation was very serious.
The north guard was relieved and forgot, again showing a big silly expression: “I’ll help you review! Don’t worry! As long as you work hard, there’s no problem.”
Within half a month of near-death urgency, Jia Ru tried her best to start from the beginning. From b, p, m, f, to mathematical discourse, from night to near dawn before sleeping. Ah Ni’s milk occasionally supported Summer’s electricity bill, and Summer directly returned from five thousand yuan. Five thousand yuan was stored in Ah Ni’s milk bank account, with the highest interest to be saved for a year, so each year there would be three hundred yuan in interest. The electricity bill had some surplus, which could also supplement some living expenses. In the mid-term exam, Summer was the 20th in the class, and by the final exam, she became the tenth in the grade.
The grade’s first and second were still Su Se and the north guard.
As for Song Ruoran, she was always in the top ten in the grade, but she didn’t seem very studious, and her current reputation seemed to pass by. This little girl always seemed somewhat uneasy, and compared with local children, she appeared less integrated: some children could look earthy, some looked like they were born and raised in the city with good families. Song Ruoran was difficult to categorize, seemingly distant from the industrial era’s barriers, not ancient or modern, this self-governed state girl seemed more like a high flower blooming in the forest, becoming the center of attention whenever she appeared.
Although classmates respected her from afar, only North Fei was very happy to find her to play, and Summer was happy to follow the north guard, and as for the guard, after Su Se came, in the first weekend, she suddenly suggested that classmates go to her home to cook.
So-called classmates were actually just her new classmates and the three of them who found North Fei Summer together.
White Mountain people say “Long Three Intervals”. Hardware stores, tea houses, and courtyard courts, or “one right two” and “four five days bottom” rooms, are scattered between houses, hardware stores, and tea houses. Mountain districts mostly have upstairs tea houses, “bright” rooms, study rooms, or “wooden pavilion” rooms, with dining and sleeping areas often connected. The government was very close to the family, and the house had been sinicized. She had raised several good horses, and in the courtyard there was a yellow-haired little dog, and chickens basking in the sun together. When children entered, the little dog barked a few times and then stopped, wagging its tail and circling around Song Ruoer as if turning a few times, then following her like a shadow.
Song Ruoer’s parents had gone to a provincial meeting, leaving only her grandmother at home. The house was warm, and tea could be prepared. The elderly grandmother, sitting by the fire, slowly roasted tea leaves. When the tea leaves turned yellow and the aroma emerged, she would pour a little oil into the water, wait for the water to dissolve, then fill the boiling water, slightly adjust the fire, and the tea water showed a golden color, with a rich fragrance, having a special tea flavor. The elderly grandmother took a few small tea cups, pouring them one by one, each only half a cup.
White Mountain people say “wine fills respect, tea fills affection”, not just drinking for drinking, but studying the subtle flavors of tea on the boat, appreciating the bitterness and freshness. Several Han children were not used to drinking, and the elderly grandmother said, “What you’re drinking are just three ceremonial teas. The first bitter tea represents life’s bitterness. In life’s journey, when creating and starting a business, bitterness comes first. Facing bitterness, you must learn to endure and let the moon penetrate the bitter agreement, only then can you slowly appreciate tea’s clear fragrance and life’s original taste.”Eating and drinking to their heart’s content, the four of them ran to the horse shed to ride out. Yue Gu and Liu Bei rode together, and the strategist Ma Chao rushed directly towards the lush flower fields. This summer, neither Ma Chao nor Su Su had ridden a horse before. They looked at each other, with Ma Chao wondering what the leader wanted to do. So he followed Yue Gu’s example and mounted a horse, but the horse didn’t move. Ma Chao pulled the reins and shook the horse’s mane, but still nothing. The old lady watched from the house and shouted from afar, “Hit the horse’s buttocks!”
