Today is the first day of summer vacation, Saturday, June 18, 2089. It’s sunny and the outdoor temperature is 32C.

Lu Zhengkang came to the school gate. This might be the last time he stepped foot here. It was not until he was walking on the tree-lined path to the complex that he realized that he had really graduated.

There were many graduates of the same grade standing in front of the auditorium. They did not wear school uniforms, but put on their favorite clothes. It is rare to do this. We usually wear school uniforms and red scarves, looking ugly and stupid, which makes me happy.

Get up. Finally, I don’t have to be lectured by the teachers here anymore.

Lu Zhengkang saw Meng Qijun. She was standing on the edge of the crowd, under the shadow of a camphor tree, and the mottled light fell on her white dress. She was clearly a little girl, and she also gave people a gentle and graceful charm.

Lu Zhengkang walked over with a smile and exclaimed, "Wow, isn't this our talented and beautiful girl Meng Qijun? What are you doing in school today? Are you here to see your dear and wise senior?"

Meng Qijun whispered softly: "Lu Zhengkang, let me ask you which junior high school you will go to in the future."

Lu Zhengkang scratched his belly, "Oh, that's it. Xuanxuan and the others and I have discussed going to Ninghu Middle School over there in Luoshan. Do you know?"

Meng Qijun lowered her head and twisted her hands behind her back. She was not wearing a hat, so her long soft black hair was hanging down. A gust of messy breeze suddenly blew over, and the little girl's face was disturbed by the turbulent wind.

Blocking it, she hurriedly stretched out her hands to tie up her flying hair, like pushing aside a cloud of ink, revealing her flushed cheeks.

Lu Zhengkang saw how clumsy she was, so he stretched out his hand to help her push all her hair to the back of her head.

Meng Qijun held her hair with her right hand and kept swinging her left hand in front of her body. She took two steps back and said, "Classmate Lu Zhengkang, you are really ungraceful." She couldn't help but speak louder, her sharp voice just like the one on the radio.

There was a squeaking sound of electricity. Meng Qijun himself was startled. He suddenly pulled back his left hand and covered his mouth, looking very depressed.

Lu Zhengkang laughed loudly, rubbed her head, and scattered her hair that she had managed to arrange, "Little brat."

"Lu Zhengkang! You are bullying your classmates again!" Su Xiangli came from behind, jumped up and hooked Xiaolu's neck. The little girl developed earlier and was only slightly shorter than Lu Zhengkang. Hooking her neck would not make Lu Zhengkang feel uncomfortable.

stuffy.

Lu Zhengkang squatted down for a moment, hooked his hands back and carried Su Xiangli on his back. Su Xiangli screamed. Lu Zhengkang grinned and ran around with the girl on his back, causing the classmates to look around and look at each other.

Familiar friends came over in a hurry.

I don’t know who said “Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife on his back!”

Everyone started shouting, "Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife on his back!"

Su Xiangli was so embarrassed that she buried her face on Lu Zhengkang's shoulder and hugged the boy's neck tightly, "Lu Zhengkang, die!!!"

Meng Qijun stepped back and retreated behind the tree. She touched her throat and looked in the direction of Lu Zhengkang. The energetic boy was carrying the tall and graceful girl on his back. Unspeakable sadness suddenly welled up in her heart.

Why?

I can't explain it, I don't understand it. I just want to follow that boy, that you who is as warm as the sun and out of reach.

…

At the graduation ceremony, the principal, who was in his seventies, stood on the stage and his first words were, "I'll just say three sentences."

Then the second sentence: "Happy graduation, classmates!"

Everyone burst into applause.

The third sentence: "Dear teachers, deans, and all the cadres, leaders, and staff of our school, another six years has passed away another group of lovely students. We all see everyone's efforts and hard work.

, I would like to sincerely say, thank you for your hard work!"

Everyone burst into applause again.

The fourth sentence: "I wish all graduates a bright future and a bright future!"

The principal walked off the stage gracefully, and the students wanted to slap their palms into pieces.

The next person to speak was the dean of students, a middle-aged greasy man. His first sentence was, "I want to say two things."

Then I divided the two things into four or five points, and finally added one thing. I talked for forty minutes in total.

Lu Zhengkang heard several male teachers whispering in the corner of the auditorium.

A science teacher surnamed Shao who did not want to be named said: "The teaching director's skills are getting better and better every year!"

A physical education teacher surnamed Yuan who did not want to be named said: "He is indeed a middle-aged man. Hey, I heard he is already bald."

A Chinese teacher surnamed Zhao who did not want to be named said: "Isn't it? My hair looks very thick."

Shao Moumou: "I know this. His hair is long on the left side, and he moved it to the right side to cover the top."

Yuan Moumou: "Yes, I heard that he had three hair transplants and all died. The most successful one lasted eight months on his head."

Zhao Moumou: "No wonder you always have a 37-point cream head."

"Hey hey hey."

"Hahaha."

"Quack, quack, quack."

When Lu Zhengkang heard this, he immediately knew something in his mind. Then he looked at the gushing dean on the stage and thought of his own deceitful achievements. A kind of arrogance that showed sympathy among the strong arose spontaneously.

Brave young deer, take great strides towards your destiny of being bald!

Su Xiangli poked Lu Zhengkang's ribs, "You are in a daze again."

"I was wondering what to have for lunch."

"Did that have any consequences?"

"It's too hot to eat. Do you want some smoothie? I'll treat you to it."

…

After the graduation ceremony, Lu Zhengkang distributed the drawings and took Su Xiangli, Zhang Yingxuan and Zhou Ping out of the auditorium, but did not see Meng Qijun. He must have left. Lu Zhengkang sent her an email, telling her to be careful on the way home.

.

The graduates either walked in groups of two or three, or followed their parents and led the robots, slowly walking out of the school gate. When they turned back, although the gate was still open, everyone knew that they might never take a step forward again.

Su Xiangli was wearing orange short-sleeved clothes and suddenly felt a little cold. He crossed his arms and moved to Lu Zhengkang's side, sighing, "Bad guy, we are really graduating."

Zhang Yingxuan used a small handheld fan to cool down, "I'm finally liberated. Let's go eat smoothies quickly. It's so hot."

Zhou Ping shushed him and scolded him, "Hey, you are so disappointing. It is obviously a very sad time now!"

Lu Zhengkang shook his head and chanted: "Young men don't know the feeling of sorrow. They forcefully talk about sorrow in order to compose new words. Don't sigh, Su Xiangli, you are a little pig head, just a little bit." He ran away, Su Xiangli wowed.

Shouting to chase him, he

As soon as the two of them left, Zhou Ping and Zhang Yingxuan also started running, faster and faster, walking through the straight streets of the city. Countless high-rise glass buildings shone with pure glazed light. The sunny sun shone on the earth, and childhood and youth shouted long live.

…

Two hours later, four children were sitting in a row at the counter of the cold drink shop, holding smoothies in their hands.

“The cantaloupe is delicious.”

“The red bean one tastes better.”

"I don't believe it unless you feed me." Su Xiangli opened his mouth.

Lu Zhengkang took a spoonful and stretched it out in front of her. The little girl came over like a fish on a bait, gently sipped the red bean smoothie, and showed a happy smile, "It's delicious, you win."

Zhou Ping asked Zhang Yingxuan, "Why did you buy two lemon-flavored ones? It's so sour."
Chapter completed!