Fang Dajun was shocked and the memories of his previous life flew over. The county art troupe during this period was the best. Many Spring Festival Gala bosses, such as Uncle Benshan, International Zuying, etc., and they still have the opportunity to perform at the Great Hall of the People and win the host's signature photo, uh!

If you remember correctly, the first Spring Festival Gala will be held next year. No matter how big or small the art troupe is, as long as you have good works, you will become famous. Sooner or later, you will be famous.

It seems that now I participate in the county art troupe. Even if I don’t have a voice, I have the opportunity to play a clown and have a chance to go to the Spring Festival Gala. I have become a national actor and can rely on the country to support me all my life.

But don’t be big and small, and he can’t afford to perform this kind of food. Not to mention anything else, just being too handsome will easily be envied by his peers.

"Teacher Zhao, let go first. I am a junior high school student who failed the high school entrance examination. What can I do when I go to the county art troupe? So let's forget it." Fang Dajun said tactfully. No matter how you say that this person is very sensible, you must be polite.

"There are so many things that can be done. The art troupe is preparing to recruit two students to supplement. If you nod, I, Lao Zhao, patted my chest and promised to win you a place." Zhao Han insisted.

After a long time of this, I finally figured out the matter. The problem lies in this song. After Fang Dajun listened to Zhao Han sing the current version, he realized that the difference was not too big, but the melody of the version he sang was more beautiful, which was equivalent to an upgraded version, both in chorus and solo seemed more appropriate.

Finally, he sang several times and asked Zhao Han to learn it. This man was also a master. He wrote the music score in writing on the spot, and then forced him to leave his name and address. He saw that he was really not interested in working in the art troupe, or perhaps because he saw his destructive voice that looked like a wolf howl, he finally let him go.

"Dajun, don't worry, I will write your name to the composer. If this song really runs for the election, I will definitely help you apply for a reward." Zhao Han said happily, holding the music score tightly with his hands.

Fang Dajun waved his hand and did not take away a cloud, and flashed freely. The lyrics were written by someone else, but just adapting the tune. He was not interested in the spiritual reward.

If you are a car, you can't call him TAXI even if you have money, and occasionally you will see someone riding a bicycle, your expression is like driving a BMW and Mercedes-Benz, and it looks like a 285-year-old.

When he arrived at the school, fortunately, the school gate had not opened yet, so he probably hadn't missed the time. After asking someone, he soon arrived at the downstairs of the dormitory. This was the girls' dormitory, and he couldn't get in even if he said nothing.

I simply leaned against the door and waited. It was very annoying to wait for someone, so I just took out the cigarette and lit it. It was a slapped look, and it was cool in both postures and movements. Unexpectedly, this route is not popular now. After smoking both cigarettes, I didn’t see any passing girls coming to chat with me...

"Ring~~!" A harsh ringtone rang, trembling out by a big pancake-shaped electric ringtone. Such ringtone instantly evoked his childhood memories and the memory of the times.

As soon as the ringtone fell, it was the noise of noisy footsteps and conversation. The students left the classroom. Not everyone lived on campus. Generally, day students were day students in the county town.

Fang Dajun bounced his cigarette butt away in a cool manner, and he didn't have to worry about sanitation being fined. What a great era!

Students flocked out from the school gate, wearing simple clothes. He could see many patches on students' clothes from a distance, with vegetables on their faces, but they were still energetic. The high school students of this period were all the prides of heaven, which was many times more difficult than taking the college entrance examination in later generations. Groups of students formed a landscape painting worth remembering under the dim street lights, which made him feel like he had walked into a movie...

"Brother, here!" The second sister's voice came, shaking her arms, wearing long sleeves of green cloth, and two whips. Her face was a little thin, with a melon-shaped face, and a little arrogant between her eyebrows. The skin of the wheat embellished a kind of wild beauty, her eyes were big and energetic, and she looked brighter under the street lights at night.

I couldn't help but think of that night, my red bellyband and plaid wrapped pants, and my heart felt warm and I blurted out: "Second Sister!"

Then I met her. My second sister was not alone. There was a girl with a round face next to me. She looked average but had a big breast. Although her life is bad now, girls don’t have the concept of losing weight. Overall, her breasts are generally bigger than those of girls in later generations.

"Brother, how long have you been here? This is Li Yangying, sister's good friend." Fang Yan paused and said, "Yang Ying, he is my younger brother Fang Dajun, just call him Dajun."

"Hello, Dajun." Li Yangying greeted cheerfully.

"Sister Ying, you are good too." Fang Dajun quickly replied and said, "Sister Ying, let's go to the front to sit. There are many people walking by the river, and there is also a place to sit."

"Well, brother, wait for us first, I'll go back to the dormitory and put things in it." Fang Yan said, holding a bag of clothes in her hand, which was the bamboo basket sent by Fang Dajun in the afternoon. Li Yangying next to her was holding a thick stack of textbooks in her hand.

"OK!"

Then Fang Yan and Li Yangying quickly walked to the dormitory. Fang Dajun didn't bother to bother and began to "look". Of course, the focus was on the female students. Of course, they didn't dare to blow the whistle. If they really blew, they might go into the bureau.

"Hey, Dajun, it's really you!" Suddenly, a surprise voice came.

Fang Dajun looked back and smiled and said, "Who else can I be if I weren't."

The person who came was his junior high school classmate. There were only four people in their class to continue studying. Two girls were admitted to the technical secondary school and soared. Although one of the boys had average grades, his family was in good condition. He went to the vocational technical secondary school, which was much worse than that in high school.

The remaining boy is He Caijian, the Beidou man, who was forced to get into high school. Although there are only three people in the class who actually got into high school, the class teacher was already very happy because the competitors in the next class only passed the exam.

As for his grades, he had to go home to plant big bricks, which was also jokingly called planting bricks (technical technical school).

When the second sister gave up high school, even junior high school leaders came to her, hoping that the second sister would continue to go to high school to win glory for the school, but in the end she lost to her father's silence.

The terrible admission rate, and if it weren't for rural children, they would have preferred to go to technical secondary school, and those who want to take the college entrance examination in the city outside would have a tragedy.

"Why did you come to school? Have you repeated the school?" He Caijian's skin was very dark, his hair looked bleak, but his grades were very good.

"What are you repeating the exam? You don't know my grades. I came to see my sister. My sister is in cram school." Fang Dajun said without hesitation. The relationship between the two is actually very good, because He Caijian was bullied by the senior grade, and he came forward to deal with it.

Junior high schools can be said to be divided into two levels. Generally, the final high school entrance examination results will be almost confirmed by the second year of junior high school. Those who think they can’t pass the exam will usually live a day. Even if they get a junior high school diploma, they will complete the task. There are naturally those who have poor grades but also study hard, but they are definitely not all.

"By the way, you should be in your second year of high school, how are your grades?" Fang Dajun said and took out a cigarette, but the seemingly honest He Caijian actually asked for one.

In this way, the two of them ran to the alley next to them. The second sister probably wouldn't have come down so quickly after having a cigarette left.

"Ahem, it turns out that the smoke smells like this, it's so choking." He Caijian then started to smoke again, "Da Jun, you're sending it out, you've all smoked the filter."

"What are you doing? Pretending to be a good person? It's you that you will become more developed when you get admitted to university in the future. Don't forget your old classmates." Fang Dajun said happily, but these words were what other classmates said to him in his previous life, but he was tragic and did not achieve success after college.

"Haha, that's for sure. If you hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have saved my living expenses." He Caijian said with emotion.

When you are a grandson in the first grade, you can contradict your teachers in the second grade, and when you are in the third grade, you can blackmail lower-grade students, especially before graduation, you can actually extort a few cents. This money is just used to buy cigarettes, watch movies, etc., but it is related to the life problems of the extorted person.

"What are you talking about those bad things? They are all classmates. If you see it, there is a reason to not help. Which class are you in the second year of high school? I will come to play tricks on you when you have time."

"Okay, I'm in Class 2, playing for two days a week."

The two were smoking and chatting. After a while, they talked about their former classmates. Now the communication is extremely underdeveloped and basically rely on writing letters. Generally, after graduation, unless the family is not far apart or meets them on the street, there is no way to contact them at all. Just like in ancient times, you will be very happy to meet an old friend in a foreign land.

"Dajun, I met Tang Dongmei last month, and she asked me about you." He Caijian suddenly said something steep when he was about to finish smoking.

"Ahem~~! It's okay to mention her why she's doing!" Fang Dajun was speechless. His former master pursued a girl in junior high school. It was Tang Dongmei that He Caijian mentioned, but he didn't catch up because Tang Dongmei's grades were pretty good. Unfortunately, she failed the high school entrance examination and no longer had any contact.

"Haha, don't be embarrassed. I heard from her tone and I might fall in love with you." He Caijian said with a squeeze of his eyes. Honestly, it's just his appearance, but in fact he is a repressed man.

"I really like it. I won't let me get out of the market at the beginning." This is a shame for two lifetimes. The love letter that was read in public actually happened to him.

Just then, the second sister Fang Yan shouted, "Brother, where have you gone?"

Fang Dajun hurriedly said, "My sister is calling me, I'm going back and chatting, I'll keep this cigarette for you to smoke slowly." As he said that, he stuffed the remaining half of the bag of cigarettes. One was that he was happy when he met an old classmate, and the other was that he was afraid that his second sister would have cigarettes on him, so he would be scolded.
Chapter completed!