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In the end, Ji Zhun’s beautiful vision of leaving the past behind and sleeping with his head covered with a shawl was shattered.
He rested his arms on his head with half-open eyes, staring at the ceiling intently. He would pick up his phone and take a look at it almost every ten minutes.
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nothing happened.
He silently raised his hand and slapped himself, thinking to himself, what else do you want to happen with your special code? Are you going to wait for him to get back the message and then have a 500-round debate on contemporary young people’s views on love? Stop being such a bitch, man.
Ji Zhun turned on the projector and planned to finish watching Bergman's "Wild Strawberries", which he had only watched the beginning of. As a result, the film was originally a stream of consciousness, and he couldn't concentrate throughout the whole process. After more than an hour, all he could remember was an old gentleman driving a classic car and saying where he was going.
So much so that for a long time, Ji Zhun's memory of this great work was...well, driving a car?
The flickering light on the projection was undulating in the bedroom, and the melody, whose volume had been lowered to a very low level, flowed out from the speakers vaguely.
I remember that Tan Jingyang called him on the night of his birthday. At that time, the other party was in a bad mood because of the problem of renting a house, so I played Zhang Guorong's "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" for him over the phone.
The two listened to most of the songs online, but neither of them spoke.
Then at KTV, he was being coaxed by a crowd to sing "Little Dimple" with Wu Tong, and suddenly he found Tan Jingyang sitting in the corner drinking alone, with dark eyes and looking a little lonely.
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt distressed, so after I finished singing with Wu Tong, I ordered the song "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter". In fact, I wanted to sing it specifically for Tan Jingyang.
Ji Zhun's heart shrank violently, this is really not quite right...
If the song for buddies is not "Brothers Hug", it should be "The Great River Flows East". Why is Tan Jingyang unique, and it becomes "No one stays in my thoughts like you"?
Some things, I really can't bear to think about it carefully, the more I think about it, the more I will go too far.
Ji Zhun ran downstairs, unscrewed a bottle of iced mineral water from the refrigerator, and drank it all in one gulp, leaning against the refrigerator door.
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The snow stopped for a short time in the early morning, but the sky still didn't clear up, and it was still dark. It looks like I have to go down again.
For the bustling students, the blue and white school uniforms are obviously much thicker than those in warm weather. One of the most frequently asked questions during chatting and laughing is,
are you wearing long johns today?
"Crack!"
Lao Ma slapped the lesson plan heavily on the podium, crossed his arms, and started her signature look at the audience again.
After the classroom became quiet, she sighed softly and let out the atmosphere that everyone could hear.
"Happy, aren't you? Are you happy? Winter vacation is coming soon."
She swept the classroom from left to right, and then from right to left, and made eye contact with every classmate who could catch eyes with her. Then he opened his mouth and said:
"Students, you will officially enter the third year of high school when school starts again. You are at a critical moment and at a critical moment. Can you make it one step worse!...Of course, I am not saying that the college entrance examination is the only way out for you in life, but After all, it took you so long to get this road, isn’t it a pity to be stuck at the gate?”
The old horse slapped the podium twice: “Wake up, all gods, don’t let me go Looking up with a silly face day after day, I only care about having fun! Put more focus on your studies, get up an hour earlier every day, and read an extra hour of books, isn’t it good? The ancients said that industry is good for diligence and waste for play! Look at Tan Jingyang! People..."
There was a sudden burst of laughter in the classroom.
The old horse was giving an impassioned speech, and was taken aback by the sudden commotion. Then he followed everyone's gaze and looked outside the classroom door.
"Cough." The person standing at the door rubbed his nose, and raised his hand shyly at the old horse, "Report, report."
Tan Jingyang's writing hand paused slightly, and then he looked up at the person who came.
Lao Ma: "Hey, brother, are you awake?"
There was another burst of laughter in the class, looking at the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Ji Zhun also smiled with a good temper: "Teacher, I suffered from insomnia last night, I'm sorry."
As the saying goes, "Raise your hand and don't hit a smiling face." Although Ji Zhun is smiling, it's not the kind of disrespectful gloating . Lao Ma shook his head helplessly, and asked with a sigh, "How's
your editing and directing class going?"
Analyze the audio-visual language, and then write a film review or something."
"That's fine, taking the art test is the way to go." Lao Ma nodded and let Ji Zhun in, looked at the others and said, "If other students in our class want to take the art test Yes, you can also ask Ji Zhun. The score requirements for cultural courses such as acting, flight attendants, and broadcasting will be lower than those for ordinary exams. It’s probably not too late to work hard now." After she finished speaking, she looked at Ji Zhun and tapped with her hand
. He: "But as far as I know, your director also has high scores! Don't take it lightly!"
Ji Zhun: "Oh, thank you, teacher."
Lao Ma looked around the classroom again, then opened the handout and turned around Go:
"We talked about it in the last class..."
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Ji Zhun sat back down, took out the book and spread it out, then lay down on the desk again.
Without disturbing anyone or listening to the lecture, I put on my headphones and played the movie soundtrack album.
Amidst the repeated tunes played by the clarinet, his eyes couldn't help but look at Tan Jingyang in the front row again.
I saw that the other party was staring at the blackboard intently, and from time to time he was immersed in recording important points in his notebook.
Looking at his notebook again, the last page was written down by the other person before. Tan Jingyang's handwriting is as angular, clear and clean as his character. Unlike myself, like a dog crawling. At first glance, there is no connection with his face. But when I touched it carefully, it seemed that he could write it.
A class passed in such a muddle-headed manner.
When the bell rang, Ji Zhun got up and walked to the canteen, intending to buy a bottle of hot coffee, but he saw a lot of people gathered there from a distance. Looking up again, the door to the roof is open.
So he changed direction and walked toward the rooftop with his hands in his pockets.
The moment the door was pushed open, cold air rushed in.
The rooftop in the dim light was empty. No one was clearing the snow, and there wasn't a single footprint on the ground. The north wind blew the rag sheets that no one wanted, and made a loud sound, which accentuated the loneliness here. Completely isolated from the vivid scene downstairs.
But Ji Zhun quite likes this feeling.
The sneakers made a "creak" sound when they stepped on the snow. He looked up at the monitor in the corner of his eyes, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket fearlessly.
Just as he was about to light it, the door to the rooftop was pushed open again.
Ji Zhun's hand holding the cigarette suddenly trembled, and he hurriedly tried to hide it back in his pocket. But when he saw clearly who was coming, he stopped hiding the cigarette. Then he turned his back expressionlessly and lit the cigarette while blocking the wind.
The rising white smoke mixed with the cold air...
"Hey, there's surveillance over there."
A deep and familiar voice approached him with the movement of feet stepping on the snow.
Ji Zhun exhaled the smoke and looked at the gray scenery with casual eyes: "It broke a long time ago and no one has repaired it." "
Really." Tan Jingyang took out the pack of cigarettes directly from his pocket, which was so natural. Light one for yourself.
Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Tan Jingyang and said, "Even if it's broken, someone might come here at any time. So arrogant?" Tan Jingyang held a cigarette between his arms and smiled faintly: "I'm not in a good mood, so I can't care about that much." Ji Zhun
said
. I was at a loss for words, and I thought that this guy was so straightforward when he first came up, so what should he do?
Tan Jingyang held the cigarette in his mouth, looked around, and finally took out a rotten bench leg from under the corner and walked to the door, inserted it directly into the door bolt, and clapped his hands.
When Ji Zhun saw this, he closed his eyes and chuckled: "That's good, no one can get in now." "
Yeah." Tan Jingyang nodded, "No one can get out."
Ji Zhun: "..." Sure enough, I was still careless.
Tan Jingyang turned back and walked towards Jizhun step by step.
Ji Zhun felt a little guilty after being stared at by him, and tried his best to turn his gaze away as calmly as possible, and then raised his hand to put a puff of cigarette into his mouth.
Choking.
Tan Jingyang stopped in front of him, the smell of Bailan washing powder on her body seemed to be cooler than usual.
So the two had nothing to say, and each smoked.
Ji Zhun was so fed up with this embarrassment that he simply put out his cigarette butt, raised his chin and said directly to Tan Jingyang: "If you have something to say, tell it quickly, otherwise we will have to miss the next class together. I don't care anyway." Tan Jingyang didn't
. Immediately replied, still staring quietly at Ji Zhun.
That look seemed to stare him out of a hole, and then clean up all the thoughts inside.
"Jizhun..." Tan Jingyang finally said, "What do you mean...'not right'?" "..."
Jizhun
's body froze for a moment, although he had already guessed that the other party was here to ask about this matter. But when the words actually came out of his mouth, he still couldn't help but feel a little choked.
"Huh?..." Tan Jingyang looked at him and asked again, "What does 'wrong' mean?"
Jizhun bit his cheek and tried to keep his tone and thinking relatively calm.
When he spoke again, he couldn't help but soften his attitude:
"Brother Yang, after you asked me about it in the hotel that day, I thought about it carefully..." Jizhun paused, "We are all still young, and we have many ideas. Immature. The pressure we think of is actually just the tip of the iceberg. The real price we have to pay for this may be much higher than what we currently know. But it's not too late now, as long as we stop the loss in time..."
"That's not what I'm asking."
Tan Jingyang directly interrupted Ji Zhun's pedantic chatter, then took another half step forward, leaned down slightly, put his hands on Ji Zhun's shoulders, and said word by word: "...you You know what I'm asking."
Jizhun frowned and waved Tan Jingyang's hand away.
This slightly oppressive posture made him very unhappy.
"That's the answer!" Ji Zhun said with determination, "Tan Jingyang, I remember you told me when we first met that you are afraid of trouble. I am also afraid of trouble! In this case, Let's just make life easier for each other, isn't it good?!" "
Jizun." Tan Jingyang pursed her lips and said calmly, "Do you know that you have said so much, but you have never said it' You like women', or 'You don't have feelings for me at all'."
Ji Zhun's pupils suddenly dazzled.
Tan Jingyang said solemnly: "And this is the answer I want."
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At this time, the sky began to snow again, and the campus bell echoed crisply.
The cigarette butt was clutched in the palm of his hand, wet and crushed by sweat.
Both Ji Zhun and Tan Jingyang faced each other silently as if they hadn't heard the ringtone.
"I don't know." Ji Zhun frowned irritably, "I've been going fucking crazy recently, and my mind is so messed up... I just know that I can't hurt you." He looked up at
Tan Jingyang again, " I can't control what other people do, but in the end I can never destroy you myself." "
But you like me." Tan Jingyang was neither salty nor cool, but he hit the nail on the head, "As for the rest, everything is unknown. There will be solutions and room for solutions."
"I don't know what this feeling is..." Ji Zhun lowered his eyes and wiped his hands, which were stained with the smell of tobacco, with the snow on the edge of the rooftop.
Finally, he pulled out a dry smile and said, "Maybe not?"
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, walked to the door and pulled out the bench leg that Tan Jingyang had inserted.
"Let's go, we've been in class for half a day."
Looking at Ji Zhun's leaving back, Tan Jingyang's eyes darkened even more.
Because of worry, I obviously like it but dare not face it squarely. He doesn't hesitate to deceive himself and others, he is stubborn.
He turned around and picked up the corpse of Ji Zhun's crushed cigarette butt, and then buried it in the snow along with his own.
But in this way, it can be regarded as a thorough verification of the other party's mind. Then everything in the future will have the meaning of letting go.
Tan Jingyang gently closed the door of the roof, turned back and walked slowly towards the classroom.
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