"Teacher, hand in the paper."
The four words are like a spell, it happened in the morning, and it happened again in the afternoon.
Everyone in the examination room stared at her like a monster.
At this time, it was exactly eighteen minutes past one, not even twenty minutes before the start of the exam.
If the written test in the morning is a test of memory, there are many people who hand in the papers in advance, but the computer test in the afternoon is not so easy.
Especially this year's test questions seem to be much more difficult than last year, and the naked eye can see the difficulty.
In this case, a pervert actually finished it in eighteen minutes
The first reaction of most people is - how is it possible
Second reaction: Can't you give up on yourself
Among them were Lin Yuan and Ke Ran. Thinking of this, the two of them became more and more focused, wishing to get full marks on the spot, hehe Jiang Fuyue had a look on his face.
Regardless of what other people thought, Jiang Fuyue left quietly after clicking the "Submit" option under the guidance of the invigilator.
Another twenty minutes passed, and the leaves turned.
Then Huang Hui and Gao Zhaoming.
The group of four got together again and happily went back to the hotel for dinner.
By the time the others finished their exams and were sent back by the bus, the food was already completely cold.
According to the original plan, after the exam is over, they can disband on the spot and go back to their respective homes. However, for safety reasons, the organizers extended an extra night for everyone, and they will leave tomorrow.
Just when everyone was about to book tickets, they suddenly received news that the results would be announced in three days, and all candidates were asked not to leave Beijing, and the shortlist for the summer camp would be announced directly during the presentation!
"... You also received the news?"
"I just received it. What's going on? In previous years, the grades were issued in about a month. Isn't three days too short? Are you sure it's not a prank?"
"Everyone has received it, can there still be fakes?"
"Does anyone know the inside information? Tell me what's going on now?"
"...I heard that because this year's summer camp will be held one month in advance, the organizers are in a hurry to announce the results. Maybe three days later, as soon as the list is confirmed, the closed training camp will start directly."
"Trench! Do you want to hurry? I still want to go home and rest for half a month, otherwise the summer vacation will be gone."
"Tch, it's as if you will definitely be able to enter. According to reliable sources, the entry threshold for this year's summer camp will be the highest in the past five years."
"..."
A piece of news sparked a lot of speculation and discussion.
After Jiang Fuyue received it, she immediately exited the ticket-buying software and transferred it to her family to explain the situation.
"...Then you have to take care of yourself, spend what you need, and don't save too much."
"good."
After finishing the call, Jiang Fuyue turned off the lights and closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
The next day the organizer came to the hotel early in the morning to gather everyone to explain the situation: "...these three days are afraid that everyone will be bored, we organized a tour around the imperial capital, the whole process is free, and if you want to go, you can come to my place to register later. "
Fanye: "Sister Yue, are you going?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Not going."
"Is that so..." His expression was tangled.
Fanye wanted to go. She was born and grew up on a floating island. This is the first time she has come to the imperial capital. She is full of curiosity to see everything, but if she goes alone, it doesn't seem to mean much...
Fortunately, both Huang Hui and Gao Zhaoming are going.
Fanye: "Sister Yue, I'm with them!"
"Um."
That afternoon, this group of people left the hotel and formed a temporary group.
…
The lights are on.
Jiang Fuyue changed her clothes and boarded a taxi in the dark.
"Where are you going?" the driver asked.
Jiang Fuyue lowered the brim of her hat, half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and she couldn't see clearly: "Rose Garden Cemetery."
The back of the driver's neck felt cold, and he couldn't help looking at the back seat through the mirror. This person is going to the graveyard at night
"Excuse me, I..." He wanted to refuse the ride.
Suddenly, a slender white hand held a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to him, "Is the tip enough?"
"But… "
"The complaint phone number is posted at your hand."
The driver hesitated: "Then I will stop at the door and not drive in."
Jiang Fuyue: "Yes."
Sifang City at night is still congested.
An hour later, the taxi stopped at the gate of the cemetery.
Jiang Fuyue paid the fare, and walked to a nearby flower shop that was about to close, "Madam proprietress, a bouquet of red roses and a bouquet of small daisies."
The middle-aged woman was taken aback: "You, want to enter the garden?"
"Um."
"It's about this time..." Aren't you afraid
The moon is dark and the wind is high, and a hundred ghosts travel at night.
Even if she has opened a shop here for more than 20 years, she doesn't have the guts.
Jiang Fuyue's tone was calm: "It's okay, do you have any flowers?"
"Yes, yes!" The proprietress couldn't help but look at her more, but unfortunately, the peaked cap was too in the way, and only a delicate white chin could be seen, "What flowers did you just say you want?"
"Red roses and daisies."
"Oh, well—" Ugh! The voice stagnated and stopped abruptly.
The proprietress reacted abruptly: "You want... red roses?"
Jiang Fuyue nodded: "Is there?"
"Yes, yes..." But are you sure about offering roses to the deceased
Jiang Fuyue gave the money, took flowers, turned around and walked towards the cemetery.
The proprietress muttered for a while, and was heard by the husband who came out from the curtain: "What are you talking about? I was talking to myself at night..."
"Hey! Old Xiao, do you still remember that there used to be a girl who came to our place to buy red roses every time?"
"Have it?"
"Yes! It's been a long time..." The proprietress fell into memory, "About twenty years ago..."
"Who remembers things so far away? Hurry up and close the stall, and my son will read it again when I go back late..."
The moonlight is desolate, and the cool night is like water.
Jiang Fuyue walked through the narrow aisle and climbed up the steps, surrounded by tombstones arranged in an orderly manner, and the smell of flowers mixed with oil and wax floated in the air.
As soon as the wind blows, it is as light as nothing.
Finally, she stopped somewhere, turned around, and was facing a tombstone.
To be precise, it should be two pieces, but because they are repaired together and next to each other, it looks like one piece.
She dropped the bouquet of daisies casually, then squatted down, placed the roses obliquely in front of another monument with both hands, and adjusted the angle.
The crooked little daisies and Zhou Zheng's red roses, one is sad and scattered, the other is in full bloom, the yellow of the sickly and the brilliant red are in stark contrast.
Jiang Fuyue stood upright, looking at the yellowed photo on the stele, the beautiful woman blurred the facial features, leaving only a mottled phantom.
Inscribed directly below the photo—
Wife: Zhao Chuxiu
And next to it is the owner of another tombstone, husband: Lou Yunzhong.
After standing for five minutes, Jiang Fuyue turned and left.
When going down, a figure was walking up.
The same road, inevitably encountered.
Jiang Fuyue kept her head down all the time, with the brim of her hat covering her entire face, taking advantage of the night's cover, even acquaintances might not be able to recognize her.
but the next second—
"What a coincidence, we meet again, Jiang Fuyue." Shen Lin's voice without waves called out her name word by word.
Jiang Fuyue didn't stop walking, as if the other party was not calling her.
The man smiled softly, quickly reached out and grabbed her...