My Return to Life

Under the light of incandescent lamps emitting dim yellow light and the high hanging full moon.

Tangli No. 8 Middle School’s Mid-Autumn Festival performance was carried out in an orderly manner.

Almost all of them are pop songs, with occasional dancers.

The sound coming from the playground speakers is always distorted.

No. 8 Middle School will not be replaced with speakers until next year. Fang Nian and the others were lucky enough to experience it this year, so they remember it clearly.

Therefore, the current horn is the kind of real horn with a particularly large opening.

Even so, the enthusiasm of the audience was still unstoppable, and there were rounds of applause.

When a group of girls came to the stage, Wang Cheng suddenly said quietly.

"Look at the second one from the right. If you see her without camouflage, you will definitely say she has a good figure."

Li Annan's eyes widened: "Big, big, big."

"Old Fang, how is it?"

Fang Nian raised his head and took a look: "It's fake."

"what?"

"?"

Seeing Wang Cheng and the others looking over, Fang Nian looked serious and explained patiently.

"Thick legs, if it's so wide-legged, it's trembling when you walk, let alone run just now, think about it carefully, huh?"

With a simple sentence, Wang Cheng and others quickly looked at the stage.

Then they all held out their thumbs.

After a few shows, Fang Nian whispered, "Third from the right in the stands."

Wang Cheng frowned and said, "He's not bad, he's not short, he's just a little bloated, did he miss it?"

Li Annan reminded: "Look at your legs!"

A gust of wind blew the ends of the little girl's hair, and also tightened the camouflage uniform on her body.

Wang Cheng became short of breath first, followed by Li Annan and the others.

The cultural performance lasted for about 50 minutes, and all classes returned to the classroom during the second period of evening self-study.

As soon as Fang Nian returned to the classroom, he buried himself in the physics book.

Li Annan was a little strange, and asked, "Old Fang, what's the matter, so ruthless?"

Fang Nian didn't even raise his head: "If you want to get the first place in this monthly exam, you should hug Buddha's feet first."

"Are you taking hormones?" Li Annan asked in surprise.

Fang Nian said nothing.

Li Annan thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "You don't plan to let Zhu Pengfei be the second child in the third year of high school, do you?"

"Can't you?"

Fang Nian asked back.

It's a pity that I haven't won the first place since high school.

However, Tangli No. 8 Middle School is limited by factors such as the environment, and it is generally possible for the first graders to pass the entrance examination.

If you don't even think about being number one, then what about Shencheng and heavy capital.

When you return to life, you always have to work hard for regrets!

Liu Yang who was sitting in front of Fang Nian also heard the conversation, and silently sent a message of blessing...

Even though today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the evening self-study in the third year of senior high school still ends at 9:50.

At this time, I can no longer hear the rustling sound when I pass by the playground after class.

Taking advantage of the bright moon, Fang Nian walked back to the staff quarters.

Although it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Nian did not eat mooncakes.

Instead, the school cafeteria gave everyone a sesame mooncake for dinner.

The filling is a rock candy.

In the market of Tangli, it is 3 yuan and 5 pounds.

A few years ago, it was a common mooncake for many families during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Living conditions have improved a bit in the past two years, and most of them have replaced mooncakes filled with bean paste and egg yolk.

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Back at the rented house, Fang Nian dragged the child to the balcony to collect the clothes.

As soon as I took off the clothes from the clothes rail, and the clothes rail was still in my hands, I saw a drinking woman sitting alone on the balcony next door, holding a glass of red wine in her hand and looking at the moon.

"Sister He hasn't slept yet."

Fang Nian greeted him politely and prepared to enter the house.

"Come over for a drink?"

Guan Qiuhe, who usually hummed or nodded at most, said.

"I don't like drinking much."

Fang Nian said seriously.

"A small glass of red wine can help you sleep."

Before Fang Nian could speak, Guan Qiuhe added, "It was Latu in 1995."

"..."

After thinking for a while, Fang Nian quickly said: "Well, I'll go and chat with you for a while."

It seems that the landlady seems to be not very interested.

Fang Nian thought it might be because today is a holiday.

To be honest, if it weren't for a theatrical performance, there would be a hint of festive atmosphere.

Otherwise, in a place like Tangli, most festivals are not taken seriously every year.

Fang Nian threw the collected clothes on the bed, and went to 501 with his slippers drooping.

"I really don't want to drink a little." After opening the door, Guan Qiuhe said.

Fang Nian sat down on the single sofa and waved his hands: "Forget it, the cow chews peonies."

He understands a little bit, 95 is the classic vintage of Latour, and it is not cheap.

"..."

Guan Qiuhe smiled, looking very pretty.

"I know these two days you've been thinking about why I want to give you a favor, why meddle in my own business, why this, why that, is it because you look like my brother."

Fang Nian nodded: "I have really thought about it."

"Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"It's because you are willing to come and chat with me, so I will tell you the reason."

Guan Qiuhe, who was wearing professional attire, shook his wine glass and said softly.

"My family has a little money. Before I graduated from university, I wanted to live in a remote place, and I ended up in Tangli..."

After a short pause, Guan Qiuhe quickly changed the topic.

"The reason why I bought the two houses on the fifth floor is that I don't want people to disturb me, so do you know why I rented the house to you?"

Fang Nian asked, "Why?"

This is indeed very strange.

The monthly rent of 350 yuan may not be as valuable as the glass of wine that Guan Qiuhe is shaking now.

Since you don't like to be disturbed, why rent it out?

At that time, there was no rental listing. Fang Nian knew about it from the old lady in the yard, and thought he was lucky and went well.

Guan Qiuhe suddenly laughed: "Because you speak Mandarin so well that I can understand you."

There is a taste of self-deprecation in the smile: "Isn't it ironic?"

Fang Nian: "..."

Before Fang Nian could speak, Guan Qiuhe continued on his own.

"As for calling you to eat at the entrance of the Internet cafe later, it was purely because I was in a bad mood that day. I hope someone will accompany me to eat, but you..."

"Be polite, I can understand what I'm saying, maybe add one more sentence from me at most, and you may really get lost."

"Yes, you are like no one, and I have no brother."

"Later, when I saw that you came to look up information and study every day, I was even complacent. I felt that I was really good. One sentence saved a high school student and a seed of reading."

"..."

"Things were simpler a few days ago. One was curiosity, the other was your sincere thanks, and the third was the lipstick you sent me. They all surprised me."

"I came to Tangli in April, and it's been almost half a year since I received a gift for the first time..."

"To tell you the truth, I think this is a bosom friend..."

"And the reason why I don't let you buy mooncakes today is because I don't want to make me look so lonely."

Listening to Guan Qiuhe's rambling.

Fang Nian felt a little sympathetic to this young girl.

God knows why.

Guan Qiuhe, whose family is rich, wants to go to this remote town full of mountains.

And it's obvious that living here is very hard, but he doesn't want to leave, and he wants to make mistakes.

The face is cold and the heart is warm, and the dress is old-fashioned, presumably because of the language barrier.

The most outrageous thing is that Guan Qiuhe's speech can be understood by others, and she completely listens to the scriptures when others speak!

The dialect of Xiangchu is terrible, and there is a saying: ten miles have different sounds, and hundreds of miles have different languages.

And Tangli's dialect was almost the most difficult to understand.

For example, people from Tangli and people from Tongfeng communicate quickly, and both parties rely on guesswork.

To put it this way, the Tangli dialect is far away from the Santang dialect a few kilometers away, but it is similar to the Daping dialect.

It is really rare in the world to expect to meet someone who can speak Mandarin well in Tangli in 2008.

As for the need for a Putonghua-speaking teacher, there was no one in the No. 8 Middle School who could pass the Putonghua proficiency test. Anyone who gave lectures would occasionally include a few words in dialect.

Even in 2021, most of the time people still speak Tangli dialect, not Mandarin...

Fang Nian didn't expect that things were not unreasonable.

But for the simple reason that he hadn't thought about it.

Life is always like this, surprisingly.

Thinking about it, Fang Nian sighed: "Unfortunately, there is no way to teach Tangli dialect."

Then he said: "To give you a simple example, the word "injection" has at least two pronunciations among eighth middle school students.

The first type is dǎjīn, and the second type is dǎdēn.

It has nothing to do with dǎzhēn, and the second pronunciation is equal to the bell in Mandarin, which is the bell for class. "

Guan Qiuhe's head felt dizzy three times at once: "Stop, I feel a little uncomfortable."

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Broken bowl.

PS: The mistakes in the plot of the pre-order are a bit of a headache for readers and friends. Can you shake me for two days first?