My Return to Life

　　 The incandescent lamp glowing yellow and the full moon illuminate it.

　　 Tang Pear No. 8 Middle-Autumn Festival Art Performance was carried out in an orderly manner.

　　 are almost all popular songs, with occasional dancers.

　　 The sound from the playground speakers is always distorted.

　　 The eighth middle school won't be replaced with audio until next year. Fang Nian and the others had the honor to experience it this time, so the memory is clear.

　　 Therefore, the current speaker is the real speaker with a very large opening.

　　 Even so, still unable to stop the enthusiasm of the audience, there were bursts of applause.

　　 When a team of girls took the stage, Wang Cheng suddenly said quietly.

　　 "Look at the second from the right. If you see her not wearing camouflage uniforms, you will probably say that she is in good shape."

　　 Li Annan's eyes widened: "It's so big."

　　 "Old Fang, how is it?"

　　 Fangnian raised his head and glanced: "Fake."

"what?"

　　"?"

　　 Seeing Wang Cheng and they all looked over, Fang Nian looked serious and explained patiently.

　　 "Legs are thick, if you are so open, you will be trembling when you walk, let alone running just now, think about it, huh?"

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

　　 followed by thumbs up.

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

　　Wang Cheng frowned and said, "I'm not too short, but a little bloated. Did you lose your eyes?"

　　Li Annan reminded: "Look at the legs!"

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

　　 Wang Cheng took the lead in breathing quickly, and then Li Annan and the others.

　　 The literary performance lasted more than fifty minutes, and each class returned to the classroom during the second night of self-study.

　　 Fangnian buried himself in the physics book as soon as he returned to the classroom.

　　 Li Annan was a little strange and asked, "Lao Fang, what's the situation, so cruel?"

　　 Fang did not raise it for years: "If you want to get the first place in this monthly exam, you should hug the Buddha's feet first."

　　 "Homone fight?" Li Annan was surprised.

　　 Fangnian did not say anything.

　　 Li Annan pondered a little, and suddenly asked: "You are not planning to let Zhu Pengfei be the second child in the third year of high school, right?"

　　 "Can't you?"

　　 Fang Nian asked rhetorically.

　　 I haven't won the first place since high school, which is a pity.

　　 However, Tangli No. 8 Middle School is limited by factors such as the environment. Generally, only the first grade can be admitted to the high school.

　　 If you don’t even think about the number one, then you still think about Shencheng and heavy capital.

　　 To return to life, always 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 if today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the evening self-study for senior high school is still the same until 9:50.

　　 At this time, I can’t hear the rustling sound when I pass the playground after class.

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

　　 Even though it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Nian did not eat moon cakes.

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

　　 Filling is a rock candy.

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

　　 In the previous few years, it is a common moon cake for many families during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　 The living conditions have improved a bit in the past two years, and most of them have been replaced by moon cakes filled with bean paste and egg yolk.

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　　 Returned to the rented house, Fang Niandi dragged the child to the balcony to collect clothes.

　　 As soon as he took the clothes off the clothes rail, with the clothes rail still in his hand, he saw the woman sitting alone on the balcony next door with a red wine glass in her hand and looking at the moon.

　　 "Sister He hasn't slept yet."

　　 Fangnian said hello politely and prepared to enter the house.

　　 "Come and have a drink together?"

　　 Guan Qiuhe said with a hum or nod at most.

　　 "I don't like drinking very much."

　　 Fangnian said seriously.

　　 "A small glass of red wine helps sleep."

　　 Before Fang Nian could speak, Guan Qiuhe then added: "It's Latour in 1995."

　　 "……"

　　 After thinking about it a little bit, Fang Nian quickly said: "In this way, I'll chat with you for a while."

　　 It seems that the landlord's eldest sister is in low spirits.

　　 Fang Nian thought maybe it was because of today's holiday.

　　 Honestly, if it weren’t for a literary performance, there would be a festive atmosphere.

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

　　 Fangnian threw the clothes he had received onto the bed, slumped his slippers to 501.

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

　　 Fangnian sat down on the single sofa and waved his hand: "Forget it, the cow chews the peony."

　　 He knows a little bit, 1995 is Latour’s classic vintage, not cheap.

　　 "……"

　　 Guan Qiuhe smiled, looking pretty.

　　 "I know you have been thinking about why I want to give you a favor for the past two days, why nosy, why this, why that, is it because you look like my brother."

　　 Fang Nian nodded: "I did think about it."

　　 "Why do you say this suddenly."

　　 "It depends on your willingness to come and chat with me, so tell you why."

　　 Guan Qiuhe, dressed in workplace attire, shook the glass and said softly.

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

　　 After a while, Guan Qiuhe turned his head quickly.

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

　　 Fang Nian asked: "Why?"

　　 This is really strange.

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

　　Since I don’t like interruptions, why rent it out?

　　 did not ask for rent at the time. Fang Nian learned about it from the old lady in the courtyard, and thought it was good luck and it went well.

　　 Guan Qiuhe suddenly laughed, "Because you speak Mandarin so I can understand."

　　 There is a taste of self-deprecating in his smile: "Is it ironic?"

　　 Fang Nian: "……"

　　 Without waiting for Fang Nian to speak, Guan Qiuhe went on speaking for himself.

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

　　 "Be polite, I can understand what I say, maybe at most I add one more sentence, you may be really lost."

　　 "Yes, you are not like anyone, and I don't have a brother."

　　 "Later on, I was complacent when I saw you come to check materials and study every day. I felt that I was a real cow. I saved a high school student and a reading seed in one sentence."

　　 "……"

　　 "What happened a few days ago was simpler, one is curiosity, the other is your sincere thanks, and the third is the lipstick you gave me, which surprised me too much."

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

　　 "Seriously, I think this is a friend..."

　　 "The reason why you are not allowed to buy mooncakes today is because I don't want me to look so lonely."

　　 Listening to Guan Qiuhe's chattering.

　　 Fangnian felt a little sympathetic to this young girl.

　　God knows the reason.

　　The wealthy Guan Qiuhe wants to go to this remote town with mountains everywhere.

　　 And it was obvious that I was living a very hard life here, so I didn't want to leave because I wanted to suffer.

　　 The noodles are cold and warm, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com looks old-fashioned because of language barriers.

　　 The most outrageous thing is that when Guan Qiuhe speaks, others can understand, and when others speak, she completely listens to the Bible!

　　 The dialect of Xiangchu is terrible. It is called: Shili has different pronunciations and Baili has different pronunciations.

　　The dialect of Tangli is almost the most difficult to understand.

　　 For example, the Tangli people and the Tongfeng people talked quickly, and both sides rely on guessing.

　　 Let’s just say that, the Tangli dialect is far away from the Santang dialect a few kilometers away, but it is almost the same as the Daping dialect.

　　 I hope that in 2008, I encountered Mandarin speaking well in Tangli, which is really rare in the world.

　　 I said that I need to speak a Mandarin teacher. In the entire Eighth Middle School, no one who said Zhengerba passed the Putonghua proficiency test can be found. Everyone will add a few dialects from time to time.

　　Even in 2021, most of the time people still speak Tangli dialect instead of Mandarin...

　　Fang Nian did not expect that things are not unreasonable.

　　 is a simple reason he hadn't thought about.

　　Life is always like this, which is surprising.

　　 Thinking about it, Fang Nian sighed: "Unfortunately, Tangli dialect can't be taught at all."

　　 went on to say: "To give you a simple example, the word injection has at least two pronunciations among the eighth middle school students.

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

　　 has nothing to do with dǎzhēn, and the second pronunciation is equivalent to the bell in Mandarin, the bell that sounds like the class bell. "

　　 Guan Qiuhe heard his head three times bigger: "Stop, it's a bit uncomfortable."

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　　Broken bowl.

　　PS: The mistakes in the previous plot are a bit of a headache for readers and friends. Can you shake me for two days and the ball is out?