As a big killer, Mu Qingyun had a great time in school.
The classmates like her very much.
It was also the first time for Mu Qingyun to enjoy such a normal junior high school life. The teachers were all amiable and spoke to her as gently as if she could squeeze water out of her mouth. Children of this era are even more simple and lovely. Just because she studies well, one by one Everyone likes to play with her.
It was rare for her to enjoy the privilege of being a good student in a serious way.
Indeed, when she was in high school, God rewarded her hard work, and she still had excellent grades and was the chosen one.
But at that time, she was burdened with tasks, and her life was like a spinning top. Besides, high school was still different. She was in a hurry to take the college entrance examination, and she was completely separated from the class. She was not a normal student at all.
When I was in junior high school, I was humble at first, but later I had to take care of the elderly who were seriously ill, and I couldn't even go to school.
Mu Qingyun actually didn't remember a few of her junior high school classmates.
Now it seems to have gone through a reincarnation.
Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, Mu Qingyun has lived in this era for a whole month.
In a blink of an eye, the day of hero sacrifice has arrived.
The hero festivals of this era were far less formal than those of later generations. There were no lengthy TV reports, no blockbuster tributes, no various stages organized by school students, and no charity activities or live broadcasts by entertainment stars.
The activities organized by each school are different, but the solemnity and rigor have not diminished at all.
As soon as October entered, the school began to make preparations. Mu Qingyun arrived at the school early in the morning and found that the entire school had been decorated and promotional banners were hung everywhere.
"Aqing, have you prepared any flowers? They will be used in two days."
It is a tradition in Xiong County that at this time, students will prepare chrysanthemums and plum blossoms, which should be snow-white without a trace of dirt.
They are sold in the canteen opposite the school. They are made of white silk cloth and are expensive. One flower costs two yuan.
Many students were reluctant to buy them, so they folded them with white paper.
Many students in the class have excellent flower-folding skills. Mu Qingyun has never folded flowers, but she is very handy and learned it well after watching Cai Pandi fold it once.
October 9
Sunny, cloudless.
They folded willows to make small baskets, put white plums in them, and wore chrysanthemums on their chests. Everyone, men, women, old and young, put on new clothes that they didn't usually wear often, and rushed in groups to the direction of the memorial tower.
The streets were empty for a while.
Mu Qingyun followed the students from No. 3 Middle School, singing loudly along the way, and loud slogans echoed in the air.
She felt a little strange for a moment. These activities were mostly non-existent in her era. It was a holiday at that time, and students had no choice but to participate in some activities organized by the school.
Most adults don't have this awareness. When they have free time, they play with their mobile phones, surf the Internet, and catch up on TV series that they usually don't have time to catch up on. There are so many entertainment activities, who would be willing to waste their good time on this.
Following my classmates, I slowly walked around the ancient and majestic memorial tower. I saw those benevolent and righteous people who sacrificed their lives and blood for the national destiny of the Ming Dynasty during the catastrophe decades ago, and finally ended the disaster completely. Mu Qingyun couldn't help but take out his notebook and draw a picture.
In later generations, many of these small memorial towers in the county towns were merged with those in big cities, and some were renovated, with more exquisite decoration and beautiful repairs. But this one made her take a breath and feel the heat rolling in her chest. It's getting fainter and fainter, and if I want to see you again, I can only dream about it.
Mu Qingyun felt a little regretful at this time, as his paintings were far from good enough.
She had never seriously studied painting. Teacher Jia taught her mostly about art appreciation. Occasionally, she would just practice a few paintings because she liked it.
Mu Qingyun feels that his painting is not good because later generations of students tend to fall in love with interest classes. It seems that everyone can draw a good picture, and painting is not that unusual.
At this moment, with just a few strokes, she sketched out a scene of tens of thousands of people visiting the memorial tower. The students on the left and right made their eyes pop out when they saw it.
Cai Pandi hurriedly helped to block it, preventing others from reaching out and touching it. His face was full of envy: "Ah Qing, your paintings are so beautiful. Yun Lili from Class 3 is not as good at painting as you."
Yun Lili's family and Cai Pansui's family come from the same village and are old neighbors. However, Yun Lili's father is the village party secretary, and their family conditions are better than Cai Pansui's. The two often played together when they were young, and Cai Pansui was particularly special. She envied Yun Lili that she didn't have to do anything at home and only had to study hard. Her father also sent her to learn painting. Cai Pandi never dared to dream about it.
Mu Qingyun smiled, folded the painting and put it in the bag he carried with him, and with a few strokes, he sketched out Cai Pandi.
In the painting, Cai Pan looks four or five years older, with beautiful eyebrows. She is wearing a red plaid dress that has been popular in recent pictorials and a pair of black leather boots. She looks energetic and capable.
Cai Pan was stunned.
Mu Qingyun handed it over and said with a smile: "This is Xiao Cai in a few years."
Cai Pandi couldn't help but look at it again and again for a long time, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she whispered: "How can I be so good-looking?"
Her skin is not that white, her hair is trimmed by herself, and is ear-length, but not neatly cut, her teeth are not that white, and she doesn't have such a bright smile.
However, she is so beautiful that people can't help but yearn for her when they see her.
Mu Qingyun felt that in a place like this, Xiao Cai should be told that her future would be bright.
The students laid flowers and then dispersed to wander around. Mu Qingyun also took Cai Pansui and slowly walked on the path hidden in the jungle.
The paths are beautifully paved with cobblestones, and there are monuments in front of each section of the road, with the process of road construction engraved on them. Write down who built the road in which year.
Every section of the road was paved bit by bit by the people of Xiong County who personally ground the stones.
Every stone on the memorial tower was selected and carried by villagers on Xiaoqingshan, the highest mountain in Xiong County, pushing carts and walking for hundreds of miles.
Although the entire building does not have a particularly professional design, the sincerity in it is visible to the naked eye. Even if a magnitude 10 earthquake occurs, there will be no problems here.
As Mu Qingyun walked, he fell into memories for a while.
The first time she saw death was on the eastern outskirts of Yuncheng. At that time, they were fighting a monster that sprayed out venom everywhere it passed, contaminating the dead vegetation. Fortunately, it was very heavy, moved slowly, and did not move easily. There are no flaws at all.
It was a disciple of Jiangnan Huijianmen who got poisoned in order to save his senior brother.
At first, the kid looked very energetic and explained everything behind him in an orderly manner. Finally, he smiled and said he wanted to take one last bite of the meat buns made by his senior brother. (End of chapter)
