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"Students, a female student has transferred from another school today. From today onwards, she will be learning and improving with everyone. Let us give her a warm welcome!”
Following the teacher's introduction, a shy girl walked in. Her big eyes were very unique, and they were flickering. She had a round apple face, two thick black braids, and a moderate figure. She was embarrassed to look up, and she carefully walked in.
"Come! "Let me introduce myself," the teacher encouraged her. " My name is Yang Lingling. I'm from Red Star Primary School." Yang Lingling's voice was mellow and soft.
Yaning looked at her curiously. Where did such a beautiful woman come from? The students were whispering to each other below. Yang Lingling did not dare to raise her head even more. She was so embarrassed that her face turned red.
The teacher arranged for Yang Lingling to sit in an empty seat at the back and began the lecture.
After class, the students swarmed out of the classroom and made a scene. Yang Lingling sat there quietly and did not go out. Yaning walked to her side." Hello, my name is Zhou Yaning. Welcome!"”Yaning reached out her hand generously and held Lingling's soft little hands.
The two of them began to chat intimately.
The bell rang, and Yaning returned to her seat. " I'm telling you, ignore the new student. She was transferred here because her style at Red Star Primary School wasn't good. Look at how pretty she is. She can show off," class monitor Ling Xia whispered to Yaning.
Her style was bad? No way. She looked so quiet. How could it be? Yaning was puzzled. In that era, a bad style was a big matter that was immoral. Who dared to get involved? However, Yaning didn't believe that such a beautiful and obedient Ling Ling would do that. Yaning was a kind-hearted person. She was new here, so she couldn't isolate her.
Yaning was still dating Lingling, which caused the strong class monitor to be dissatisfied with Yaning. Yaning still did as she pleased. This was her personality, not afraid of power.
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"Tomorrow is Sunday. Ling Ling, do you have anything else to do?”"No.""Where are you planning to go?" "Why don't we go to the city library to read?""Sure, I like reading too.""I'll look for you tomorrow morning.""Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
The military compound where Yaning lived was right in front of the city library. Yaning got a library card there, and she would read there every Sunday. She liked the spacious and bright hall, the silence, and the rich scholarly atmosphere. Compared to the noise of cars and people on the street, there was no noise or interference here. Everyone was reading quietly, absorbing spiritual food hungrily. Ever since Yaning was in the first grade of elementary school, Zhou Heng had asked her to write a diary every day to record what happened during the day. She had to describe the characters and events in detail, and she could also write about her reading experience. At first, Yaning didn't understand her father's good intentions. She was a child, and it was her nature to play. What was she supposed to write in her diary every day? However, Zhou Heng insisted that she do this. At first, Yaning was just trying to cope with it by writing a running account. As she wrote, she liked this kind of narrative. At the same time, she liked to read books and write some emotional and discussion. Her essay level also continued to improve. Yaning liked to write in the library. It was quiet here, and there was no one to chat with. There were no trivial matters in the family, so she could read and write articles quietly.
On Sunday morning, Yaning got up early, washed up, and hurriedly ate breakfast. She went to Yang Lingling's house, which was just a wall away from the school. Yang Lingling had just washed her hair, and her beautiful hair was like a waterfall, draped naturally behind her, making her look even more charming. Mother Yang saw that Ya Ning had come and warmly invited her into the house. Ya Ning walked into the Yang family home. This was a simple one-bedroom apartment. Yang Lingling's father was also a soldier. He had participated in the War to Resist the United States and aided Korea, but he had been transferred to another job due to illness. Father Yang was very happy when he learned that Yaning's parents were both soldiers. He kept asking this and that, as excited as a child.
" Yaning, your generation might not understand, but we were comrades in arms who risked our lives back then. It's a blessing to be able to come back alive."" Yes, Uncle Yang, my father often taught me to cherish the hard-won happy life today."" How is your father now?”" My dad's health isn't very good. He's hospitalized in the provincial capital." Did you find anything?" " It's chronic hepatectomy. I suspect it's liver cancer."" Oh, then you have to take good care of yourself. The body is the capital of revolution."" Yes, Uncle Yang. Let's go to the library to read."" Okay, go."" Ling, come back with Yaning for lunch." Mother Yang chased after him and said.
" We'll talk about it later. You guys eat first," Yaning said to Yang Lingling before running away.
Yaning and Yang Lingling walked into the library. Because it was Sunday, the library was almost full of people. Yaning first went to the library to borrow a book called " How Steel Was Tempered ", which was a best-selling book at that time. As Kochagin once said,"The most precious thing to a man is life, and life is only once for us." This is how a person's life should be spent; When he looked back, he would not regret his wasted years, nor be ashamed of his mediocrity-so that, on his deathbed, he could say,'My whole life and all my strength have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world-the struggle for the liberation of mankind.”It was the motto of the youth at that time. Yang Lingling borrowed a copy of Gorky's " My University." The two of them found a seat in a remote corner and buried their heads in reading.
Time passed unknowingly. The young girl who was immersed in the book forgot about time, forgot about hunger and thirst, and shared the joys and sorrows with the characters in the book. The lights outside the window were just starting to light up, and her stomach was growling. Yaning just remembered that she hadn't eaten lunch yet, and it was time for dinner again. "Lingling, go home for dinner. Come back next Sunday."”
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