4. Zhan Yanfei's extra: I'm a kid (Part 1)...

The author has something to say: School starts, there are many messy things, and you also need to plan a trip. I just came back from playing outside, and a bunch of legacy problems need to be solved. Every day, after the lights are turned off, I can only sleep with a book and write more than a thousand words.

Zhou Chenran's extra chapter is too heavy. I was not satisfied with the writing later and rewritten it later.

Let’s add Zhan Yanfei’s first. The first part is finished today and the second part will continue tomorrow.

Now I am writing a new article. I want to go back to the story of "Orange Born in Huainan" after graduation. To be honest, I can only write about young people, because my experience has reached this stage. Although the stories and characters are compiled, each article must have real and appropriate emotions and reflections, which is why I don't write workplace articles and marriage articles.

After half a year, I may have a deeper understanding and reflection on the university life involved in the Oranges and Huainan, so that I can only be worthy of myself if I write it out.

The new article is called "Early Love". The title is very straightforward, but it is exactly what I want to express. The protagonist is also a newcomer, but it is still a story from Zhenhua Middle School. The male supporting role is Chu Tiankuo and Lu Yuning. Of course, the male supporting role is not the backup tire of the heroine. There are also Mary Su who is used as a soy sauce. The story is written seriously, but it is slow. After writing it on the computer, it will be put on to avoid being cheated.

That's it, I wish you good luck.

Zhan Yanfei leaned her chin on the back of the front chair and stared at the two hosts on the stage who were rehearsing the words. The students around who were also called by the head teacher to help set up the venue gathered together to chat and play while the teacher was away. None of the young sisters noticed that she had left the circle, sat alone in the corner, leaning forward in the front seat, listening attentively - no one knew what was the pretentious accent of the pair of heavy makeup student hosts.

Zhan Yanfei curled a smile that he couldn't explain clearly at the corner of his mouth, which was very shallow.

The three people who just performed the sketch always turned their backs to the audience when they were acting in the opposite scene, and had no positive expressions to communicate with the audience, which was taboo.

The singing girl stares at the left side of the stage like a wooden stake, with her glasses reflecting and her voice trembling, which is taboo.

The two hosts have too sharp voices and talk to each other. The boys have too many small moves, stroking their hair and touching their ears. The girl is breathing too heavily. Each sentence has to add a sentence "then" before it. It is taboo to avoid being ignorant.

She silently commented on the performance of everyone in the rehearsal, just like the young man Gong Zheng Boqing who brought her in the past. However, Zhan Yanfei only habitually evaluated and picked mistakes, but did not mean to laugh at others at all. These students did not receive any professional training and did not need them. They were just sent representatives to participate in the annual art festival by various classes. They were better than the coolies like me who were arrested and strong men to clean the venue and move tables and chairs. Moreover, the actors and hosts on the field would not care too much about whether their performance was wonderful. Anyway, no matter what, the students in their class would always cheer loudly.

It took Zhan Yanfei a long time to realize that the most important thing on the stage was not how you performed, but who you are and who will come to see your performance.

When she was Xiaoyanzi, everyone who knew or didn’t know gave her a thumbs up, hugged her, and showed envious eyes.

When others were Xiaoyanzi, only her father still gave her thumbs up, hugged her, and cast her most proud gaze.

They were watching Xiaoyanzi on the stage, and only he was watching Zhan Yanfei off the stage.

She remembered that when she was in the sixth grade, when her mother was yelling while pinching her with only 22 points in the Mathematical Olympiad transcript of the High School of Normal University, her father took her out of the house and locked her curse, "You old Zhan family have the same virtues, and from old to young, one is useless than the other" in the security door, turning into a buzzing and faint tremor.

At that time, she was no longer a little swallow. There were new Doudoulong and Guaidou Rabbit in the TV station, one man and one woman, five or six years old, and everything was just right. For a long time, Zhan Yanfei saw the silver-gray building standing by the river in the provincial station, and still felt stomach entangled, pain and disgusted due to fear and shame. He didn't dare to look up every time he passed by.

Very good. She stretched and watched the male and female hosts leave the stage, and the next program was accordion solo.

Finally, she was able to face a campus art performance so peacefully. In the years she had not realized, the trauma had slowly healed, but there were still some rough traces when touched, reminding her that the seemingly fading past was never smooth.

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It was a long time before Zhan Yanfei learned that her father was the deputy head of a ballet troupe in the province, and her mother was a student of the ballet troupe. She didn't know how the ballet troupe went bankrupt. Anyway, since I can remember, her father was dragged down by tuberculosis, and her mother's body shape could not remind people of her professionalism when she was young. The mother's complaints and scoldings to her father who had never recovered from this made Zhan Yanfei learn to eliminate all interferences under intensive verbal attacks and concentrate on playing with the doll.

Not long after, when Teacher Zheng praised her for being able to eliminate interference and concentrate on memorizing the manuscript at any time, Zhan Yanfei didn't know the word "blessing in disguise".

Perhaps all the talents of a person when he was young were caused by suffering and did not know it.

Zhan Yanfei couldn't recall when he first entered the theater. Maybe he was five years old, maybe earlier. While sitting on a cold plastic chair in the hospital corridor, an uncle passed by and suddenly called his father's name in surprise.

Maybe it was an old colleague, but it was obviously more energetic and more decent than his father. The greetings from the adults were not attractive to her young. She said obediently and said hello to uncle, then turned her head and continued to look at the drops of the potion falling from the bottle guide.

It was not until she suddenly felt someone patting her head that she came back to her senses in a daze. The two adults finished the conversation, and the uncle said with a smile, "Your daughter is so cute and not artificial at all. This is what a child should look like. I said you can take her to try it. I would say hello to our boss, which is definitely better than those children sent by others."

Zhan Yanfei's memory of this uncle who changed her childhood with an unintentional sentence was already blurred, but she always remembered his casual and high-spirited tone. Maybe he himself no longer remembered the half-polite and half-exaggerated advice, but two weeks later, Zhan Yanfei stood on the stage for the first time.

"The winners of the first 'Kanghua Pharmaceutical Cup' Youth Instrument Competition report performance begins now!"

She followed several other young hosts to express the opening sentence that she could not clearly break. The applause, like numb flowing water, gently washed away her quiet childhood.

A long time later, when she heard that Yu Zhouzhou took over to participate in the Kanghua Pharmaceutical Cup story competition, Zhan Yanfei, who was only 7 years old, felt a sense of vicissitudes that were inconsistent with his age. At that time, she was grateful to this pharmaceutical factory that had produced no idea what medicines it had produced - it pushed so many of them onto the radiant and pampered platform.

Later I realized that they had taken the wrong medicine.

When many children still don’t understand that there is something called “memories” in the world, Zhan Yanfei has begun to try to list the various honors he has won in chronological order in his resume. Every year, the three good students in the province and city, campus stars, outstanding Young Pioneers, and the re-elected members of the National Student Federation... From the father helping to write application materials, to the later she skillfully used the third person to write without blushing and heartbroken writing, "She is diligent and hardworking, is a good role model for students to learn; she is willing to help others, is a good friend in the lives of her classmates." Zhan Yanfei has walked more formalities than others, seen more markets, and is surrounded by applause that many people cannot get in their lives. Her youth is so brilliant that she blinds her eyes.

When I hosted the Kanghua Pharmaceutical Cup Instrument Competition for the first time, I was not the protagonist. At best, I was just a side dish standing next to the other three older children, responsible for the small number of children's performances. She didn't recognize most of the words written on the business card-sized telephoto card in her hand, and she also learned to pretend to hide it in her hand - even if the card was too big to hide it at all, she was too big to hide it.

Interestingly, she never was nervous. Even when she was facing the heavy dark red curtain for the first time, and the crowded voices behind the curtain, she could not see the end. Maybe she was too small at that time, so she didn't know what face was, so she wouldn't care about the consequences of losing her ugly things.

Originally, this time of normal experience would only become a small episode of Zhan Yanfei's past memories. When she grew up, she was surprised to remember that when she was very young, she also served as a host on the big stage!

However, at this time, God threw out an olive branch of undistinguishable fortune and misfortune.

She had already walked onto the stage and recited the name of the electronic piano performer of the next kindergarten group and the selection and delivery unit clearly. As soon as she was exposed to the stage light, she heard the backstage teacher panic, "Didn't I tell you that there is a child who can't go to the next day, so why did she ask her to report this when she got in?!"

Zhan Yanfei's mind was blank at that moment. Just as she wanted to turn around and find the source of the sound, she heard another calm voice ringing in the backstage on the left.

"I'll say something, please don't look here."

"Electronic piano performer, Provincial Government Kindergarten, Ling Xiangqian."

Zhan Yanfei was surprisingly calm and composed. She looked ahead, kept smiling, and reported the show with a tender voice: "The following performer is Ling Xiangqian from the provincial government kindergarten. What she wants to perform for everyone is..."

A slight pause.

The voice behind the scenes quickly continued, "Spring River Flower Moon Night."

"Electronic piano solo, first river flower moon night."

She didn't know what the Spring River Flower Moon Night was, nor did she hear it clearly, but she still reported it in the tone, and almost no one heard the error.

Then he turned around amid applause and walked back to the backstage. The stage lights went out, leaving only a chasing light. The staff walked to the stage with a chair and an electronic piano stand to prepare. Zhan Yanfei passed by the performer with a braided braid.

She looked up at the relaxed and relieved expressions on everyone's faces in a daze, and suddenly a voice sounded.

"The little girl is quite a field and is calm enough. But don't hunch your back when walking, and you're taking too big steps. This problem needs to be changed."

It was still such a stern and deserted voice. The owner of this voice was Zheng Boqing, the teacher of the Youth Palace, 34 years old, and he was not married yet. In that era, this awkward age was undoubtedly an introverted old girl.

The old girl looked at her from a high place and pulled her ponytail, "Who did you comb this for you? Your mother? Don't comb it so low when you go on stage in the future. Change the pigtails. The front audience can see it, and it can also bring a little child's vitality."

Zhan Yanfei was confused and stared at the cold-faced aunt who had her hair tied in an impeccable way.

The aunt also looked back at her expressionlessly. After a while, she smiled slightly, revealing the lines at the corners of her eyes.

"What's the name?" she asked.

"Zhan Yanfei," Zhan Yanfei said, paused, and suddenly remembered something and added, "...Zhan Tianyou's Zhan, swallow's swallow, flying."

This was taught by my parents. If an adult asks his name and answers like this, he doesn’t have to care who Zhan Tianyou is.

"Zhan Yanfei..."

The aunt frowned slightly and didn't know what she was thinking. Zhan Yanfei suddenly panicked. She was afraid that her parents would have named the wrong name?

However, the aunt quickly squatted down and looked at her in a level with her. She said with no refutation, "Just call Xiaoyanzi."
Chapter completed!