"..."

The gossip among the neighbors is true.

Five small four-wheeled trucks came here alone, and there were at least hundreds of large firecrackers, almost the kind that were set off during the New Year.

In addition, there are thirty-six barrels of fireworks.

There is some speculation, and Fang Nian thinks that this has something to do with the card game during the Spring Festival.

Because every household in Maoba sent firecrackers, and acquaintances such as Murakami and neighboring villages also sent firecrackers.

Lao Fang's family doesn't have many relatives, but Lin Pingyang alone sent a car.

In addition, the family bought more than a carload of fireworks.

Fang Zhengguo looked like he was too busy trying to remove the smoke, so he took apart the Furong King one by one.

After the agreed time arrived, the masters put copper coins, paper money, etc. on the main beam according to custom, laid the last brick, and put some rooster blood.

Then there was a salvo of artillery fire.

The huge noise brings even greater excitement——

Lin Feng stood upstairs, using a dustpan to spread the sugar.

Amidst the gunfire, the builders walking on the roof and passers-by came to congratulate the new house on its completion.

All kinds of good things were said in succession.

The lively artillery fire lasted for more than half an hour, and the voices of compliments did not stop. Fang Nian became the busiest person. When someone said a nice word, he quickly stuffed a red envelope.

After the Liang Liang ceremony was completed, the banquet was immediately held for wine. Lao Fang's family specially called the cook to help, and no red envelopes were accepted at the banquet.

In Tangli terms, it means not making wine.

What Lin Feng meant was that everyone came to congratulate them because they thought highly of Lao Fang's family. This time, instead of making wine, everyone would be treated to a meal.

If it goes too far, then give a banquet.

"..."

The excitement of the beaming lasted until about three o'clock in the afternoon.

Red and fiery.

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After returning to school, Fang Nianyou heard from Li Annan the general process of the May Day collective activity organized by Li Xue.

People, thirteen.

The mountain has been climbed, but it has not reached the top.

Tired, unmotivated, done.

The unstable minds of young people are destined to be unsuitable for activities such as mountain climbing...

...In mid-to-late May, two days before the last joint examination organized by the city.

When Fang Nian walked out of the school, he met Lin Yucong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and carried a small schoolbag.

To put it into perspective, I still had a face-to-face meeting during my physical examination last month.

"What have you been busy with recently? I haven't seen a single person."

After seeing Lin Yucong waiting for him, Fang Nian smiled.

Lin Yucong sighed softly: "I'm busy studying, why do Fudan's score lines have to be so high!"

"snort!"

As he spoke, he felt a little angry.

Fang Nian said in confusion: "Didn't you make great progress before? Fudan's liberal arts admission score is about the same, only 623. You should be very promising."

He didn't mind that Lin Yucong was admitted to Fudan University.

Fudan is so big and has more than one campus. In fact, it is no different from being in the same city.

Let’s just say that if you really don’t want to meet her, you won’t be able to meet her in a school as small as Tangli No. 8 Middle School.

For example, the two of them haven't met each other for almost a month.

"I can't break through. The last exam was my peak."

Lin Yucong replied.

There was a sense of frustration in his tone.

Then he looked up at Fang Nian and said seriously: "I waited for you on purpose today. Can you please leave your name on the classmate list?"

Fang Nian was stunned: "Registration of classmates?"

"Ah, it feels nostalgic. I wrote it when I was in junior high school."

In my previous life, when I was in junior high school, I wrote and bought a classmate record.

Watching Lin Yucong open the classmate directory, pull out a piece of paper and hand it over, Fang Nian remembered the junior high school classmate directory in his bedroom back home.

The classmate record in it, which was the most important to Fang Nian at that time, was pulled out separately, and then accidentally lost when he was a freshman in high school.

What was lost along with it was that secret love, a secret love that I couldn't even remember the name of.

Of course, there was no such thing in high school in my previous life. Everyone had QQ, so who would still have this?

Fang Nian took it and asked, "Do you have a pen?"

"have."

Lin Yucong took out a pen from his backpack: "Then just write on it."

Fang Nian also thought for a moment, first wrote his name, and then left a sentence -

"Live well".

This is the first time in Fang Nian's life that he has left these four words to others that he himself did not even understand.

Lin Yucong raised his eyebrows when he saw it: "It's gone?"

"Yeah." Fang Nian smiled and nodded.

What Ling Fangnian didn't expect was that in the two days before the exam, he received many requests from classmates to leave their names on the classmate list.

When Zou Xuan showed up and wanted Fang Nian to leave her name, Fang Nian asked out of curiosity: "You haven't graduated yet, so why are you in such a hurry?"

"But, you are about to graduate."

Zou Xuan said this in a low voice but seriously.

Fang Nian thought about it and left this message for Zou Xuan - "Thank you for passing through my youth."

Zou Xuan frowned, bit her lip and asked, "Brother, what does this mean?"

"I copied it from the Internet, it must be delicious."

Fang Nian said with a smile.

"Come on, study hard, college life will be more exciting than you imagine."

Zou Xuan nodded and replied: "I am already studying seriously!"

In addition, there are also classmates of Liu Yang, Li Xue, including junior high school classmate Huang Lin and others.

besides……

After the Chinese language test on the first day, when everyone rushed out of the examination room, they timidly handed over a student record.

"Fang, Fang Nian, could you please write it down?"

The voice is clear and weak, and the head is lowered when speaking. This is not because of shyness, but because of low self-esteem.

She is a female classmate in Class 174. Her three years of high school left a very weak impression on Fang Nian;

Including this year of returning to life, my impression is still very shallow.

He seemed to be more focused on his studies than Zhu Pengfei. He was taciturn, not tall, dressed in shabby clothes, and did not attract attention.

This is the first conversation between the two.

Fang Nian also heard some comments behind his back, about low self-esteem and poor family.

His academic performance is not very good, he is only ranked in the top twenty or so of Class 174, and is expected to have a second grade.

In my previous life, I didn’t pass the second level exam and I don’t even remember it.

My name is Liu Xi.

It sounds slow, but Fang Nian actually didn't hesitate at all and nodded happily: "Okay."

"Wait a minute, I'll fill it in now."

As usual, I wrote my name, birthday, blood type, and horoscope.
Chapter completed!