Jiang Yubai did not give any answer, even his breathing was silent. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, gradually tightening, like thorns entwined around a rose.
Lin Zhixia shrank back half an inch: "You are so strong, it hurts me."
Jiang Yubai let her go immediately. His evil right hand had nowhere to go, and it carelessly hit the piano keys, making a momentary noise. The interlaced piano sounds broke the silent atmosphere, and he finally asked her: "What song do you want to listen to?"
"Please play a song called 'Eternal Moment.'" Lin Zhixia pointed out.
Jiang Yubai said, "I didn't memorize the music score."
Lin Zhixia hummed a short passage for him and said, "That's how it is."
Jiang Yubai held down the piano keys and played a few passages smoothly. Lin Zhixia was surprised and said, "Yes, yes, yes, have you found the feeling?"
The curtains were blown up by the breeze, the light and shadows on the piano keys swayed, and the beautiful music flowed like water between his fingers. She felt his performance at this moment with her heart, and every beat fell on her heartstrings.
She seemed to be able to sense the subtle and indescribable emotions. She gradually approached him: "You play with such emotion, I can hear it, I am your soulmate."
The piano music stopped.
Jiang Yubai asked cryptically: "What did you hear?"
"You like this song!" Lin Zhixia insisted.
Jiang Yubai felt a little frustrated. Fortunately, he had developed a tenacious spirit of "fighting again and again, and fighting again and again" since he was nine years old.
Jiang Yubai began to play "Scenes from Childhood". The composer of this piece is German musician Schumann. Schumann loved his wife Clara deeply. He and Clara were childhood sweethearts. Therefore, Schumann composed "Scenes from Childhood" to praise the beautiful memories of him and his wife.
After listening to a few bars, Lin Zhixia clapped her hands vigorously and said, "It's very nice. You can play with your uncle and record a classical music album."
Jiang Yubai immediately gave up his plan to express his feelings through music. He closed the piano cover, hiding his achievements and fame, and invited her in a subtle and graceful manner: "Can I dance with you?"
Lin Zhixia took his hand without hesitation: "Let's practice quickly."
She pulled Jiang Yubai to the center of the concert hall.
It was May now, the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and the temperature was relatively high. Lin Zhixia was wearing a long-sleeved dress, and the thin fabric of the dress was clinging to her shoulders. Jiang Yubai raised his hand and held her, as if he was touching her skin.
The temperature of her body passed through her skirt and reached his palm. He withdrew his hand, put it in his shirt pocket, took two steps back, and said, "Give me some time to prepare."
Lin Zhixia asked suspiciously, "Do we still need to prepare for this?"
Jiang Yubai found a suitable excuse: "The speaker is not turned on." He pressed the button on the remote control, and a melodious music came out from the speaker.
Lin Zhixia stood there, feeling playful. When he approached her again, she actually ran away. He didn't understand what she was playing at first, until she smiled and looked back at him. He immediately ran towards her with his long legs and easily caught her.
Jiang Yubai's right hand was around her waist, fitting tightly together like a pair of tightly clenched gears. He lowered his head to smell her fresh scent, and his left hand unconsciously lifted her hair. Her long, soft black hair was smoother than the finest silk he had ever seen.
Lin Zhixia thought that he was planning to practice waltz with her.
She took the initiative to hold his left hand tightly: "Okay, let's dance."
Jiang Yubai was not very good at dancing. He and Lin Zhixia rehearsed once a week for more than a month. Rather than looking forward to the prom, he hoped to be alone with her.
Lin Zhixia was very serious. She followed the rhythm of the song and followed Jiang Yubai's pace. They cooperated more and more tacitly. Lin Zhixia sincerely praised: "You learn things very quickly."
"You learn faster." Jiang Yubai told the truth.
Lin Zhixia smiled with satisfaction: "In the past month, I came to see you every week and spent at least half a day with you. Only one tenth of the time was used for dancing practice... The rest of the time, we chatted, played with cats, and did math problems."
Jiang Yubai stepped forward, and Lin Zhixia had to step back, leaning against a wall. Jiang Yubai leaned closer to her: "I thought you liked those activities."
Lin Zhixia suddenly wanted to escape again. She forced herself not to look into his eyes. Her heartbeats kept ringing in her mind, completely drowning out the soothing music in her ears. She clearly understood that the source of all these wonderful feelings was Jiang Yubai. She decided to use a "scientific experiment" to prove her hypothesis.
She let go of Jiang Yubai's hand, put her arm around his shoulder, and leaned into his arms like a koala clinging to a tree trunk. He remained motionless and let her cling to him, and she took a deep breath and said in a relaxed tone: "Today, I want to play a game with you."
"What to play?" Jiang Yubai asked patiently.
Lin Zhixia set the storyline: "Let's play Cinderella. You are the prince and I am Cinderella's sister."
Lin Zhixia has read countless romantic novels, and she can recite most of the classics from ancient and modern times. She discovered a rule a long time ago - no matter how smart and insightful the protagonist is, when he falls in love for the first time, he will inevitably become jealous and calculative. The reason why she wants to play Cinderella's sister is to test her own mentality through this opportunity.
Jiang Yubai refused to cooperate with her: "Why are you Cinderella's sister?"
"I want to experience my sister's joys and sorrows," Lin Zhixia lied, "Please show your love for Cinderella herself."
The new game is too difficult.
Jiang Yubai directly refused: "I have no experience in this area, you should change the plot."
Lin Zhixia asked blankly: "What should I change?"
Jiang Yubai casually said, "Sleeping Beauty?"
Lin Zhixia blushed: "You you you you..."
Jiang Yubai then remembered that the ending of Sleeping Beauty was that the prince kissed the princess awake. He suddenly lost the ability to speak, took a step sideways, turned around, and leaned against the wall with Lin Zhixia.
The sense of oppression created by Jiang Yubai completely disappeared, and Lin Zhixia felt relaxed and happy again.
She took on the role of Cinderella's sister with great interest and made up a line for herself: "I am Cinderella's sister. Tonight, I attended the ball and met the prince in the palace..."
Jiang Yubai said coldly: "I don't want to be a prince. I want to be a guard."
"Why?" Lin Zhixia asked him back, "You are a person with a crown."
Jiang Yubai just looked at her: "You should remember that my crown was given by you."
Lin Zhixia crossed her arms and clenched her sleeves. There was no need to verify whether she would be jealous of him. At that moment, she was in a trance and made clear her feelings... She waited until today to find out - probably because her relationship with Jiang Yubai had always been maintained at the limit of "best friends".
After clearing her mind, she walked towards the main entrance of the concert hall.
Jiang Yubai quickly called her: "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Zhixia replied: "I want to go back to school!"
Jiang Yubai asked again: "Do you have any urgent business?"
"Yes," Lin Zhixia explained to him, "It's like this. My memory function is different from that of normal people. There are many things stored in my brain that I can't forget. Every once in a while, when I want to systematically summarize something, I have to find a quiet environment and think silently like a monk meditating."
Jiang Yubai was familiar with all kinds of biographies of geniuses. He knew that geniuses always needed space to be alone. He sent Lin Zhixia back to her university, and just like every time they parted, he watched her back disappear into the school gate.
Lin Zhixia returned to the dormitory, took out her strawberry pillow, and lay on the bed hugging the strawberry. Her roommate jokingly called her the "human strawberry spirit". She remained calm, her soul sank into the ocean of memory, and every minute and every second of the past emerged clearly in front of her eyes. While analyzing her own thoughts, she murmured to herself: "So this is it. I understand..."
Deng Shasha was sitting on the upper bunk eating fried chicken. She asked, "Xia Shen, what are you talking about?"
Lin Zhixia said lightly: "I understand myself better. I used to misunderstand Kant's philosophical theory. Sensory objects are not just a phenomenon..."
Deng Shasha couldn't help but admire her.
However, Deng Shasha didn't understand what she said at all.
Deng Shasha didn't plan to ask any more questions. If she could understand Lin Zhixia, wouldn't she and Lin Zhixia be the same type of person? Then wouldn't her college average score be above 95? How is that possible
Deng Shasha was very quiet and didn't make any noise even when she was eating fried chicken.
Lin Zhixia picked up her laptop and said goodbye to her: "I'm going to find a senior to write code. Goodbye."
Deng Shasha waved and said, "Goodbye! Come back early and don't stay up late."
Deng Shasha's earnest advice was still ringing in Lin Zhixia's ears, but he had to stay up late that night. They made the source code public on GitHub (code hosting website), so the backend of the software was attacked by anonymous hackers - this is a very common thing on GitHub, where hackers often practice their skills with GitHub's software projects. Unfortunately, Lin Zhixia's carefully crafted backend server became a small target for hackers.
Lin Zhixia lacked project experience and was not thorough enough. Hackers found her loopholes and launched a series of attacks. Her backend collapsed in an instant. She was stunned for a moment, and Luo Ying was still comforting her: "Don't worry, we will find the teaching assistant tomorrow, and find the graduate students of the School of Computer Science and Software..."
Lin Zhixia said, "No, I can handle it."
She hammered at the keyboard with both hands, a raging flame of revenge burning in her heart.
That night, she and Luo Ying stayed in the library until two in the morning. The next day, Lin Zhixia got up early again and worked tirelessly to fix her background. Once she put her heart and soul into her work, no one could stop her.
After two days of hard work, the program was rescued. Lin Zhixia took a short break and spent another month optimizing the software structure, asking experienced seniors for advice. Finally, she found the source of the hacker who attacked her and sent a command line message composed of Chinese pinyin to the other party: You messed with me! Your hacking skills are just like this!
After doing all this, Lin Zhixia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In early June, Lin Zhixia, as the main lecturer, performed excellently in the defense of the "Software Engineering" course. The software presentation of their group amazed all the students and won praise from the teacher.
Several technicians from Internet companies in Beijing were invited to attend the final defense of this course. After talking for a while, they asked Lin Zhixia a few questions. After Lin Zhixia answered them in an orderly manner, they said they wanted to buy the copyright of Lin Zhixia's software works.
Lin Zhixia didn't expect that the first group to make an offer would come from an Internet company!
She asked bluntly, "How much money can you give me?"
The other party smiled and replied: "The starting price is five figures."