There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Strolling on the way to the classroom, looking at the ancient campus with the fragrance of birds and flowers, the trees lined with trees, and the scattered teaching buildings, everywhere is full of vitality and looks more elegant and quiet, but he doesn't know this kind of peace. How long can life be maintained?

Perhaps it was time for him to remind Song Lin to leave. Not every time I persist and work hard will be rewarded, leaving is also for a better future.

"In the past few days, they were a little emotional, especially Song Lin had been holding the book silently. Everyone couldn't solve it. They had to try to get them in the middle of the big class."

Zhang Guoqing nodded slightly, "Go back and talk about it."

When they arrived in the classroom of this class, classmates 35 were holding books and discussing, and Song Lin was impressively present. It was the meal right now, and Zhang Guoqing knew at a glance that these nerds must be talking about experimental doubts.

Seeing Zhang Guoqing and the two coming in, their eyes lit up and they were about to speak.

Shen Yunshi quickly raised his hand and shouted to stop, "Are you gods? Hurry up to eat, and class will start later."

"Why don't we eat it?"

Shen Yunshi took out the lunch box from the drawer, knocked it, "Let's go, there is nothing good for it to be late."

Song Lin and two classmates took out the lunch boxes and gave them the lunch tickets. Everyone did not refuse. They often brought meals to each other, and they were used to them. Especially during this time, everyone helped Song Lin's lunch boxes.

Zhang Guoqing waved to them and paced to sit down among the remaining classmates.

"Old Ban, I don't know if the train tickets are available this time, you can help us to see. I want to leave early the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Guoqing smiled and said: "Okay. I'll find out later. How many of you are going back to your hometown?"

Everyone nodded.

Zhang Guoqing looked at Song Lin. This gentle boy has always been hard to see a smile in his memory, like a melancholy niche. At the moment, his expression is full of depression.

After chatting for a few words, one of the classmates stood up and said, "Sit down first. I'll see if they swallowed my breakfast. Why haven't they come?"

While the classmate laughed happily, he followed him out of his seat, "I will go with you. It seems that there must be a lot of people today, and we will also go and help."

Zhang Guoqing watched them leave and turned to look at Song Lin. He wondered how to speak? If the other party misunderstands that they dislike him for dragging out the class and drop out, that would be bad.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Guoqing considered that the opportunity was not to be missed and would not come again. It would be inconvenient to talk about some topics when some students came in. He glanced at Song Lin who was hesitant to speak.

"Little Five, am I dragging everyone down?"

Look! This kid really has such thoughts.

Zhang Guoqing smiled comfortingly at him, "There is nothing to drag him down, everyone is a classmate. If you can help, everyone is happy, but I'm worried that sometimes I can't help myself."

After speaking, he frowned and looked outside. He didn't expect someone to come over so soon, the sound of footsteps was getting closer. He turned his gaze at the poor child again.

Zhang Guoqing lowered his voice, "I want to go to your parents during the holiday."

Song Lin widened his eyes when he heard the words, pressed his lips tightly, and silently looked at Zhang Guoqing's serious face.

Zhang Guoqing glanced at one or two classmates who appeared outside. He glanced at Song Lin meaningfully, and the two looked at each other.

He immediately turned his head to the classmates who came in and said pointedly: "This weather is really sultry, are there dark clouds in the morning? I think it is about to rain heavily."

"Hehe... The summer in the capital is like a child's face, just come."

Zhang Guoqing smiled at them and said, "That's right. If it doesn't fall today, there will be heavy rain in two days. You must wear your umbrellas just in case."

Song Lin flashed his eyes, clenched his fists, looked at Zhang Guoqing's back, and said softly, "Great graces don't say thank you." He remembered what his grandfather had said, he really should leave, and could no longer hesitate.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried."

He was too unwilling, but he also knew he had to succumb to reality. In the past few years, he has been struggling constantly, trying to integrate into the society and integrate the group, but besides the class, how easy is it to talk about?

Who is Zhang Guoqing?

After so many years of classmates, Song Lin thought he knew his monitor well. He would never be alarmist, let him remind him that the situation would only get worse, otherwise he would not take a risk.

Song Lin pondered his meaningful words. There will be a downpour in two days, right? He sighed secretly, and looked at the classroom nostalgic.

Zhang Guoqing smiled speechlessly as he heard the voice behind him.

He never thought of thanking him. He just did what he wanted to do. He also thinks that it is impossible to be a gentry's family background, and it is impossible to send a grandson away. Otherwise, he said nothing.

After Zhang Guoqing sold off his leave, he began to devote himself to the student union and class meetings. He didn't say much to Song Lin, but he was happy for him by accidentally seeing him look calm and behave perfectly.

It was raining and sunny when Yi Jiefang returned to school, and his wet clothes looked really depressed and decadent. Before he changed his clothes, Zhang Guoqing directly asked him to sell his leave to the teacher.

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Looking at his dumb face with wet hair, Zhang Guoqing was happy, and said softly, "Tomorrow's holiday!"

Yi Jiefang's mouth broke when he heard the words~www.wuxiaspot.com~, rubbing the dirt on the feet of his pants, throwing down his luggage, whistling in a frivolous manner, and running out with a frown.

Zhang Guoqing kicked his duffel bag, smiled and shook his head, struggling to help him upstairs, patted Yi Jiefang's dormitory, and threw it to the ground.

In the dormitory, there was only Yi Jiefang, a resident of Yi Jiefang, who was eating three-faced buns. The opponent swallowed it and pointed to the stool, "Sit first, where did Da Yi go?"

After Zhang Guoqing sat down, he looked at his lunch box curiously, "You haven't been home these days? Why? Your mother didn't bring you food?"

"Don't mention it. My mother seems to have ran out for a meeting again. My dad is not at home even more. I am too lazy to go back. There is no one at home."

"Then you won't go back after the holiday?"

The other party shook his head, "Go straight back to my hometown. My father sent me a letter not long ago asking me to accompany him."

Zhang Guoqing only knew that this guy's house was all blue clothes, but his mother was a unit with Cheng Ruzhu. I heard that I live in the organ compound, and I really don’t know where his hometown is.

"How about you? Will you go back home?"

Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "We must be on a different path." It means that if you ask, it will be for nothing.

"That's right, although Northeast Shaanbei, there is North in it, but I really can't travel together." After the other party finished speaking, he kept happy.

Wan Dayong had heard Zhang Guoqing's voice long ago in the dormitory next door, but couldn't wait for him, so he came to see... Yes, this buddy talked again.

"Cousin, have you bought the ticket?"

The other party rolled his eyes at him, "I am Tang Sheng, not my cousin!"

Wan Dayong waved his hand indifferently, "It's all the same, the name is remembered."

Zhang Guoqing laughed happily on the side. The child's real name was called out by the accents of the students from all over the world.