Chapter 114 New Year's Party

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There are only a few days before New Year's Day, and time is very tight. They are all the kind of people who want to do their best, so on Sunday morning, Huang Jingping asked her father for advice, and then came to find Feng Yiping.

In the room of single boys, a beautiful girl came in, and it seemed to brighten up immediately. Wang Changning habitually wanted to enter the room, but Feng Yiping stopped him. On New Year's Day, the two of them had to sing in front of dozens of people. It's just right to have an audience.

Feng Yiping always felt that Huang Jingping felt very comfortable here today. After a little adjustment, she got used to the presence of a third party. Oh, it should not be a third party. There should be an audience present, and she began to sing softly. up.

Not to mention, after yesterday afternoon's practice, she played a lot better. In fact, this song is not difficult to sing. What is difficult is the cooperation between the two of them. It's okay, if you give a grade, at least you can pass it.

Huang Jingping wanted to look for a book to read, and turned to the two books that Feng Yiping read yesterday. After flipping through a few pages, they were full of boring and awkward terms such as growth rate, inflation rate, and interest rate. Some have big heads, and when they looked at the "Ordinary College Textbook" on the cover, they became a little curious and asked Feng Yiping, "Why are you reading this now?"

Feng Yiping, who was used to deep-fried dough sticks later, opened his mouth and replied, "I don't look at these now, where will I have the money to marry a wife and have children in the future?"

As soon as the words came out, I felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, just kidding, I'm just interested in some things, personal hobbies."

Huang Jingping was just a little embarrassed at first, but after hearing what he said, she inevitably thought too much, stopped talking, and went to listen to music with earphones on.

The winter morning passed quickly, just for a while, and it was almost time for lunch. Wang Changning came over to ask for advice, "What's for lunch?" He asked with a smile, and looked at Huang Jingping sitting at Feng Yiping's table with special meaning .

"Just eat a hot pot, it's simple and convenient." Feng Yiping said.

"That's okay, but there aren't too many dishes, so it's better to buy some."

"I'll go," Feng Yiping stopped by to ask for Huang Jingping's opinion. It's not easy to drive people away when they are all hungry.

"Well, I'd better go back, my dad is waiting for me to eat."

"Let's go together. I'm just going to buy some vegetables. Why don't you just ask your dad and come over to eat together. Eating hot pot requires a lot of people to have an atmosphere." Feng Yiping said.

"Okay," Huang Jingping said, "I'll try,"

Feng Yiping went to the vegetable market where there were only a few stalls, and bought some cabbage and rapeseed, bean curd skin with vermicelli, and so on. It happened that there was a very suitable one selling handmade fish balls, and he grabbed two catties.

When he returned to 502, he didn't expect that Huang Jingping and his father actually came. There was still a bag of apples on the tea table. It seemed that Huang Chengzhong was too embarrassed to eat for free.

Huang Chengzhong didn't want to come, what's the point of having dinner with two little guys he doesn't know well? But he could tell that his daughter, who had always been well-behaved and obedient, seemed a little interesting.

This matter is a bit tricky, so I stopped it decisively, I guess my daughter will not be able to step down, and this method is too rough, so I thought, why not take this opportunity to learn more, maybe my daughter is just wishful thinking?

As long as it is a person who is in the public school, no matter whether he has made a name for himself or not, he is very good at thinking about people.

While eating, Huang Chengzhong observed carefully. Although Feng Yiping was actually the youngest among the three, one year younger than Huang Jingping and Wang Changning, he was the most mature in speaking and doing things, even matured. Head, when serving the other two, it is clearly like an adult taking care of two children.

He felt a little strange, was it an act? It doesn't look like it, it doesn't look like a fake, and if a child can pretend like this, the knowledge is too deep!

So he was somewhat relieved, and he didn't ask Huang Jingping to go back with him after the meal, and let them do their homework together.

After finishing his homework, Feng Yiping became interested. Since there are many people today, let's make dumplings. In the end, he just dug a hole for himself! Those two had a lot of fun, yes, they had a lot of fun, except that they could help out when kneading the dough, other times it was purely for fun.

The same is true for Huang Jingping, the dumplings she makes are so varied, but she still thinks they are good.

However, such a scene made Feng Yiping vaguely feel like living a life.

The things I made by myself tasted delicious, and there were a lot of bags. Huang Jingping took some back to offer treasures to her father, and Feng Yiping cooked the rest in a pot, put them in a thermos bucket, and brought them to school to make dinner for Xiao Zhijie.

They played and made dumplings here in the afternoon, so they returned to school very late today, and they didn't start until almost five o'clock. Wang Changning rode Feng Yiping on his own car, and Huang Jingping rode Feng Yiping's Merida.

By the time they arrived at the school gate, it was already dark. Huang Jingping returned the car to Feng Yiping, regained that seemingly gentle but repulsive expression, and walked towards the classroom alone.

Wang Changning pushed the cart and asked Feng Yiping, "Do girls change their faces so quickly?"

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This year's New Year's Day happened to be Saturday. Considering that the first grade was off on Saturday, the school moved the party to Friday night.

After the fourth class that afternoon, all the classrooms were noisy. The class leader led people to form a U-shape around the desks, and the tall ones stepped on the desks, or carried a thinner one with balloons The colored ribbons passed through the beams and were pulled in two at opposite corners of the classroom.

"Happy New Year's Day" was written in large cursive characters on the blackboard, and a small string of colored lights was hung above it, and the girls pasted words and some cartoon images on the window glass.

All of these, although crude, were set up for the first time in the class after the class fee was collected.

Those students who usually like to run around are more active today, running all over the school, and coming back from time to time to report the progress and characteristics of other classes for everyone to adjust.

At 7:30, everyone sat down noisily. The squad leader Zhou Liwei and the life committee members carried several black plastic bags and placed two oranges, a few pieces of sugar, and a handful of melon seeds on each of the tables facing the blackboard— — This is for teachers and leaders who may come.

Then the two of them put a large handful of melon seeds on the table, and gave all the remaining candy to the girls sitting in the pile.

Huang Jingping's second uncle, Mr. Huang, who teaches politics, arrived first, followed by math, physics and English teachers, and finally, Mr. Wang accompanied Vice Principal Zhang.

With a burst of applause, Zhang Qiuling and Tang Shaokang appeared on the stage. In the cold weather, Zhang Qiuling was wearing a skirt. I have to say that she was really dedicated to her work. She even put blush on her rosy cheeks— — This is the feature of hostess makeup in this period, even in TV stations.

Tang Shaokang was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and he didn't know how many catties of oil he had put on his hair. In short, even flies couldn't stand on it.

It doesn't matter, listening to the two of them say solemnly, "It's the season of auspicious snow and the golden rooster welcomes the spring. At this moment of saying goodbye to the old and ushering in the new, our big family of Class 1, Grade 2 is gathered together...,"

Feng Yiping covered his face with his hands, really couldn't bear to look directly at him, but the voice still stubbornly entered his ears, "Looking back on 1993, we are proud,..."

Tsk, it's cold and I have goosebumps all over my body.

Fortunately, there is no bad habit in the school to ask leaders and teachers to speak on stage first. After they finish their opening remarks, the good show is officially staged. The first program is a chorus of boys, "Singing the Motherland".

It is estimated that there is not much practice together, it is uneven, not like a chorus, but like a multi-singing. Most of the people inside are also still in the stage of changing their voices, so the result is really the rock version that Feng Yiping was worried about.

However, at their age, and in a valley where there is very little entertainment, the students still gave them warm applause.

The following shows are all about the same, nothing particularly brilliant, and nothing very unbearable.

What Feng Yiping can't stand the most is the gap between the programs. The two hosts read the scriptures, learning what the hosts said on TV, and learning to be sensational. He really can't watch these things. When watching on TV, That's when he could change the channel or mute the sound, and now he can't do anything, so he sits there squirming, uncomfortable, hoping to get to his show soon so he can get out and get some air.

Their "Prayer" was the ninth program. Seeing him and Huang Jingping coming on stage from both sides, there was a burst of applause immediately.

In fact, the two of them are a bit alike, they both seem to be gentle, but they don't have much dealings with everyone. For example, Feng Yiping got closer to Xiao Zhijie, and communicated more with Feng Wen and Wen Hong in the row. As for the other students in the class, they were casual acquaintances.

Therefore, the chance to see their other side is quite rare.

Facing the dozens of people below, Huang Jingping, who was on the stage for the first time, seemed a little nervous, while Feng Yiping had no pressure. Before the music started, he waved his hands in style to the left and right, and said in Cantonese, "Thank you!" Everyone!" Immediately there was applause from below.

As the music started, the two of them performed fairly normally. After all, they practiced seriously for several hours, and they sang the four and a half minutes of the song smoothly.

In fact, they also took advantage of it, because this song has not been released for a long time, not many students have heard it, and the melody itself is beautiful, so at present, their program is considered the best one, and of course it is also the most applauded and cheered. Warm one.

Not long after they started singing, students from other classes ran over to join in the fun, and some people shouted in the corridor, "One more!"

Of course, he and Huang Jingping had no communication during the whole process. Vice-principal Zhang and the teacher are sitting below. You can imitate those male and female stars who sing duets on the stage, stare affectionately, and then try to walk a few steps hand in hand!

Bowing to the audience, and returning the microphone to Zhang Qiuling, Feng Yiping quickly slipped out through the back door, and no one knew which class he was in, when he passed by, someone beat him on the shoulder, " Feng Yiping, you sing well!"

Huang Jingping, who had stepped down and returned to the girls, looked at Feng Yiping's back and sighed softly.

The dormitory and the teacher's building are pitch-black, but the classrooms on both sides are very lively. There are singing, laughter or applause coming from every classroom.

There are quite a few people like him wandering in the corridors, they all watch which class has a good program, and just stay there for a while, and many teachers do the same, wandering from one class to another.

When Feng Yiping came back from a stroll around, the teachers who were sitting had changed a few times. The vice principal Zhang didn't know which class he went to to catch up. Now the dean is sitting there.

I don't know if it was discussed in advance, but Zhang Qiuling shouted on the stage to ask him to come for one. It was a rare opportunity, and everyone booed accordingly. The teaching director also listened to everyone's request, and there was a break dance on the stage, which is the classic Cabo.

The dean, who was always serious and unreasonable, suddenly came here in his 40s. The contrast won the whole house on the spot, and the popularity seemed to overwhelm the duet between Feng Yiping and Huang Jingping.

In short, the school tonight was full of laughter. Although the level of the program is not high, it is purely for self-entertainment, but this kind of night can be regarded as a few bright spots in everyone's boring and tense junior high school life.

It was on this happy night that a girl in the third grade sneaked out to her peers on the pretext of watching other classes’ programs, which caused an uproar not long after.