"Xiaoyu, the scale of this art festival is not small. I believe you have heard about it.
Leaders from the Municipal Education Bureau and even the Provincial Department of Education will come to the scene to enjoy the program with the students.
It is also a good opportunity for Zhenhua Middle School to show its own image. We must do it well and strive for a complete success of the performance! "
During the break, Pan Yuansheng called Gu Yu to the office, and without saying a few words, he started to climb up and take blood shots.
Otherwise, among the teachers at the same time, he was the only one who embarked on an official career.
Regarding what Pan Yuansheng mentioned, many leaders will be present at the art festival.
Xue Fanyi also told Gu Yu about this on the phone. It's actually not complicated. It's just that the mother wants to see how her son is doing in school and hopes to participate in the child's growth.
Originally it was just a matter of Director Xue arranging for the secretary to coordinate the work, but there is no airtight wall, human society,
If the leaders of the Education Department are going to Zhenhua for inspection, officials from the Education Bureau are not allowed to accompany them? The scene became bigger and bigger as time went by.
Gu Yu didn't feel much about this. He had seen a lot of things in the world, including politics and business, various big figures and big scenes.
Besides, the person sitting in the audience this time is my own mother, so there is nothing to be nervous about.
"Well, my mother told me, Uncle Pan, don't be too stressed. The cadres and leaders who came here are also parents, and they also come to see their children perform," Gu Yukai explained,
"That's the truth, but our school still tries to be as foolproof as possible. This is not something you should consider.
I called you here because I want to give you some advice on something. Xiaoyu, please think about it from the perspective of a student."
Pan Yuansheng waved his hand and said nothing more on this topic. The adult world should be considered more comprehensively.
“I looked at the program of this arts festival and felt that the singing program was a bit monotonous.
Well, I happen to be somewhat confident in this aspect. You don’t know, I often participated in art performances and singing competitions from college to working.”
Pan Yuansheng looked at Gu Yu with sharp eyes, and the meaning in his words was almost clear,
"Director Pan went out in person and had fun with the people. This is a good thing." Gu Yu said with a smile.
"That's an exaggeration. I'm just a school teacher, and there were quite a few leaders who came that day.
Xiaoyu, do you think it’s good for me to perform on stage? Will it make others think I’m trying to steal the show? "
This is where Pan Yuansheng hesitated, and asked Gu Yu to ask. First, Gu Yu had prestige among the student group and was also calm and mature.
Second, his mother is Xue Fanyi, the director of the Teachers Division of the Department of Education.
"Uncle Pan, what it was like when our school held an art festival before, it should be like this time," Gu Yu smiled and replied softly,
After hearing this, Pan Yuansheng thought for a while and nodded in approval.
"By the way, how did your third class program go? It's not as messy as last time.
Mi Qiao has an unstable temper and a lot of ideas. Can you help keep things in check?" Pan Yuansheng asked,
"I was just about to tell you about this, Uncle Pan. This is the outline of the script I wrote. We are going to move the magnificent history of the new youth to save the nation from the beginning of the New Democratic Revolution to the stage.
Reproduce various important nodes and major events, depict and write the revolutionary spirit of the martyrs,"
Gu Yu said as he handed the notebook in his hand to Pan Yuansheng,
"It's well written! Very good! Xiaoyu, I'm looking forward to your performance!"
After Pan Yuansheng read through it carefully, he looked excited and his tone was full of expectation and encouragement.
With the approval of Director Pan and the support of classmates in Class 3,
The stage play has completed script writing, role selection, line rehearsal, and stage preparation in an orderly manner.
Maybe it’s the innocent hearts of young people and the flowing patriotic blood, or maybe it’s the strong class cohesion.
Everyone actively and enthusiastically participated in the rehearsal and performed their duties.
But one of them seemed out of place. Ever since Xu Zhiqiang had a conflict with Gu Yu that day, he had been showing signs of depression every day.
His deskmate Yao Heng once asked him if something had happened, and told him that if he had any difficulties, he could ask Gu Yu for help.
Hearing this, Xu Zhiqiang became even more depressed.
From then on, Xin Rui never talked to him again or said a word to him. Even if the two of them met face to face, they would not look at him and pretended to be strangers.
Xu Zhiqiang's heart hurt even more, but there was nothing he could do.
He felt more and more that he shouldn't stay in Zhenhua Middle School. It didn't belong to him and it wasn't suitable for him.
I saw that all the classmates in the class were busy with the stage play written by Gu Yu, and from time to time I heard praises from classmates for Gu Yu.
Looking at Gu Yu, who always lives in the sun, shining in the center, and Xin Rui, who is trying to get closer to him,
Xu Zhiqiang made up his mind that instead of continuing to humiliate himself, it would be better to leave early and return to Jiangbei Middle School.
There, he had familiar classmates and friends, and his grades were among the best.
His classmates care about him, his teachers love him, he has friends to play with, and there are even girls who like him.
As for staying in Zhenhua, he can get into a better university and have a brighter future, but it is too far away for Xu Zhiqiang.
After all the other students in the class were gone, Xu Zhiqiang packed up his books, leaving only an empty desk.
He walked to Xin Rui's seat, put a letter in Xin Rui's drawer, looked around again, and then walked out of the classroom without looking back.
The moment he stepped out of school, he suddenly felt inexplicably relaxed. He could finally return to his comfort zone.
But when he saw his mother who was still busy setting up the pancake stall, he felt a little guilty again.
He quickly walked to the back of the stall, put down his schoolbag, and started helping his mother.
"Mom, I want to go back to Jiangbei Middle School. I can't keep up here and am always last.
I won’t have any confidence if I stay here any longer. If I go back to my original school, I can still get into a good university.”
Xu Zhiqiang pushed the dining cart and looked at the road under his feet. At this moment, he did not dare to look at his mother.
He was afraid of seeing the disappointment in the other person's eyes. He knew that his mother had sacrificed a lot for him.
"Okay, I'll contact Director Pan and your original class teacher, Teacher Li, when I get back." After being silent for a while, Xu's mother said,
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You've done a good job. You might as well go back to Jiangbei Middle School.
I have been doing business there for a long time and am familiar with the surrounding area. Teachers and students all like to eat the pancakes I make.
You can earn more than you do here, and you don’t have to run back and forth every day, which is troublesome and takes up your study time,” Xu’s mother said softly,
She could feel that Xu Zhiqiang was in a bad mood during this period. Although he had not read any books and was not very good at talking,
But the simple words are full of care, support and comfort for his son.
Xu Zhiqiang lowered his head and pulled the car hard. This was an uphill climb.
As long as he lowered his head, Xu's mother would not notice the tears bursting from his eyes. He seemed to have grown a lot at this moment.
Ordinary people have too many regrets in their youth, and there is no possibility of a do-over.
