C7 Throw handkerchief

After the morning run, they all went back to their dorms to wait for the dorm manager to check in. The students who qualified for the dorms' hygiene would then be allowed to eat breakfast. Most of these children would clean their own rooms on the first day, so they would return to work over and over again. He was not released until 7: 55, when it was time to go to bed. Of course, they couldn't eat, but the worst part was the military training the week before school started. This was really hard for the pampered kids. They all wore camouflage sleeves and military green pants from school, and stood there in the morning with faces that were probably not even the same color as the clothes they were wearing.

Qing Ming and the others stood in the shade and watched the military training for their students, and couldn't help but recall the military training they had experienced in university. They were actually quite lucky, because they had agreed that one month's military training time had become half a month because their military instructors were urgently recruited by the army, and even during that month of military training, because of the intermittent downpour, only a few days had passed, and because it was always a cloudy day, the sun didn't shine at all. The weather was not as hot as it was now. Standing in the shade of a tree, it was as if they were being roasted by fire, not to mention the children standing in the sun with their military posture. After a while, Feng Qin came over and called the instructor to the side. She discussed to let the students rest, the school had prepared a iced green bean soup. Military training was a military training. The instructor himself felt quite hot under the sun, so he did a favor by asking the students to disperse for half an hour. Each of them looked for a cool place on the field to take shelter for a while.

The disbanded students immediately became spirited. The boys were playing in groups of twos and threes with high and low bars, or making trouble. They chased after them. A group of girls gathered around to throw handkerchiefs. Throwing a handkerchief, also known as Throwing a handkerchief, is a traditional folk children's game. Before you start, get a couple of handkerchiefs, and then choose one of the men who throws the handkerchief. The rest of the men squat in a big circle. The game began, and the man who had been chosen to throw the handkerchief walked along the outside of the circle. The one who throws the handkerchief will unknowingly throw it behind one of them. The man who has lost his handkerchief must quickly discover the handkerchief behind him, and then get up to chase after the man who has lost it. The man who has lost his handkerchief runs around the circle, and when he reaches the man who has lost his handkerchief, he will squat down, and if he is caught, he will perform a show.

Some of the little girls were playing kickball, and the so-called kickball was not a game, but two little girls standing opposite each other, their left and right feet alternately touching each other's left and right feet, matching the nursery rhyme, jumping faster and faster, like two cute little rabbits jumping and jumping, while also thinking of two butterflies fluttering in the wind: "Little ball, kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-ka-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kake-kak@@

Some of these students had just graduated from junior high school, some of them had arrived before graduating from junior high school, some of them had even dropped out of school long ago. But at this moment, as they looked at the innocent faces of these children, Qing Ming and the others also laughed, feeling from the bottom of their hearts that it was good to be young. In the blink of an eye, time had passed by so quickly, taking away the bright youth. Even though his appearance had not changed dramatically, his mind was old and tired. How long had it been since he had seen those smiling faces, those pure smiles? All these years, Shen Qingming had learned to laugh, to smile, to smile half-heartedly, to smile obsequiously, to smile authoritatively, to not laugh heartily. However, he had slowly lost the childish smile that he had always known. How long had it been since he had thought of the dreams and ambitions of flying in the air? He didn't know if he had really forgotten them, or if he had never dared to think about them, but all these years he had been in society, and a thick layer of calluses had formed in his heart. What was warmth, what was true, what was true, what was true, what was true, what was true, what was good, what was good?