109 Extraordinary 15: Graduation
The scale of time is always unpredictable.
When it is slow, it is like a slow-down shot, and every frame stays in the senses. But once the speed is increased, it cannot be captured like quicksand.
In summer, the noise of cicadas urged the arrival.
Approaching graduation, Zhou Ziheng quit all his work and devotes himself to writing papers at school every day. Originally, he still felt that he was a bit cold-hearted about Xia Xiqing, but it is strange that Xia Xiqing has also gotten busy recently, leaving early and returning late almost every day, and the two ran into each other even during the busy period.
After working so dizzy and busy for a few months, Zhou Ziheng finally made a defense, and Zhou Ziheng also had time to make up some of his previous work. On the last day of May, Zhou Ziheng called Xia Xiqing and asked him if he would have time to eat together in the evening when he returned from shooting an advertisement on Koh Samui.
"Eating..." Xia Xiqing seemed to be busy on the other side, speaking intermittently, "I may be late. Otherwise, you decide the place first, and I will have time after eight o'clock. I'll look for you at that time."
Zhou Ziheng said, and when he hung up the phone, he glanced at the time. It was already more than 4 pm. He confessed that Ronaldinho had booked a place for him in a very private western restaurant and went home by himself. I set off to the restaurant at 7:30 in the evening, waited in the private room for half an hour, and finally waited for Xia Xiqing.
He looked in a hurry, "I'm not too late, am I."
"No." Zhou Ziheng pulled his hand, and found that his palm was wrapped in gauze, his heart suddenly grabbed, "What's wrong? Are you injured? How did it happen?"
"Just a small wound, it's okay, it will be fine in a few days." Xia Xiqing rubbed Zhou Ziheng's ear and walked to the other side and sat down.
"How did you do it?" Zhou Ziheng asked again.
"Yeah..." Xia Xiqing's expression hesitated, "It's nothing, it's about the art exhibition, I accidentally cut it."
"be careful."
Xia Xiqing blinked and said briskly, "I know." He habitually propped his face with his right hand, but as soon as he raised his elbow, he changed one and looked at Zhou Ziheng's face, "You are thinner."
Before Zhou Ziheng could pick him up, Xia Xiqing added, "I miss you so much."
The character of the game world like him is rarely expressed in sincerity and straightforwardness, so even Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but be stunned, not knowing how to give feedback.
He missed Xia Xiqing so much, thinking about him every minute of his free time.
The two who hadn't chatted for a long time spoke for a while while waiting for the dishes. When the waiter opened the door and came in to serve the dishes, Zhou Ziheng's cell phone rang and it was his teacher's phone.
"I'll go out for a while and come back soon."
After ten minutes of phone calls outside the private room, most of them were talking about applying for graduate students. After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ziheng turned around and pushed the door in. As soon as he brought the door, he saw Xia Xiqing who was still chatting with him just now. Fell asleep on the table.
His face was buried on the table, his left arm was under his forehead, and his right hand was drooping, and he was very tired.
What are you busy with? Tired like this.
Zhou Ziheng stepped lightly, walked slowly to his side, squatted down and stretched out his hand to gently loosen the gauze on his palm.
The gauze was taken off circle by circle, and the wound in Xia Xiqing's palm was finally exposed in front of him, as if he had been cut by something. Although it was not very deep, it was somewhat inflamed.
Zhou Ziheng's heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands. He wanted to wrap the wound for him again, but saw his hanging fingers move.
Xia Xi woke up.
He first raised his head and glanced at the empty chair opposite, then turned his head in confusion, looking dull in the air for a long time, and slowly focused when he saw Zhou Ziheng who was crouching on his side.
"Why are you here..." When he was half awake, his voice was much softer than before, and his eyes seemed to be foggy and misty.
Zhou Ziheng got up and touched his head, "Why are you so sleepy."
Xia Xiqing didn't say a word, just put his head on Zhou Ziheng's lower abdomen, and his arms wrapped around his waist, all in a coquettish manner. Zhou Ziheng's broad palms stroked his neck from the top of his head, again and again, so gentle.
"Why are you playing a cat?" Xia Xiqing's voice was muffled, with a little nasal sound that didn't wake up, and it sounded very cute to Zhou Ziheng.
You are cuter than a cat.
Cuter than any small animal in the world.
Thinking that such a soft and willful Xia Xiqing can only be seen by himself, this kind of special and extremely inconsistent with the nature of Xia Xiqing was labelled [Zhou Ziheng Exclusive] recklessly by him, and his mood was thrown into the clouds for an instant.
"Eat first, and we'll go back to sleep later." Zhou Ziheng patted him on the back twice, walked over and pulled the chair to Xia Xiqing's side, and moved all his own tableware. He was so far away after eating. I feel uncomfortable.
Xia Xiqing found that he had taken apart the gauze in his hand, but he lowered his head and carefully circled it back. Zhou Ziheng did not ask, and he did not explain.
For dinner, two people came out of the restaurant. Summer came in a hurry, and wet DaDa broke into this dry city with a hot damp. The two walked side by side to the parking lot, and when Xia Xiqing opened the car door, Zhou Ziheng suddenly spoke.
"My graduation ceremony this Friday."
Xia Xiqing's hand paused. There was no surprise on his face, but he said, "So fast?"
Zhou Ziheng felt puzzled, but he still walked around to the driver's seat, "I am driving, and your hand hurts." Xia Xiqing couldn't help but walked to the co-pilot.
"It feels like you have just responded." Xia Xiqing squeezed the bridge of his nose, "It's too busy, I don't remember the days of my life."
"I'm going on a business trip in the past two days, and I will go to the United States." Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, Xia Xiqing spoke first. "But I will definitely be back before your graduation ceremony. Don't worry."
Xia Xiqing said rest assured, Zhou Ziheng didn't doubt it.
He did not go home for several days.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, Zhou's mother specially came to him and urged him to go to school early in the morning. It was obviously that Zhou Ziheng graduated, and his mother was more excited than him, "I brought a camera specially for you to record."
Zhou Ziheng was not in high spirits, and looked down at his mobile phone.
"What's wrong with you?" Mother Zhou glanced at him when he waited for the green light, "Is it sick?"
"No." Zhou Ziheng turned his hand off, and the back of his head dropped on the seat back.
"Are you waiting for Xi Qing?"
Zhou Ziheng was stunned, and turned stiffly to look at his mother, "How do you know?"
"Can you hide it from me?" The green light came, and Zhou's mother stepped on the gas pedal. "Xi Qing just called me and said to come to us for a while."
"Then why didn't he call me?" Zhou Ziheng turned sideways and grabbed his mother's arm like a child. "What else did he say?"
"I didn't say anything else." Mother Zhou drove the car intently, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh right."
Zhou Ziheng immediately raised his head leaning on the seat, thinking it was about Xia Xiqing.
Seeing her son being so positive, Zhou's mother couldn't help laughing, "It's not Xi Qing, it's your director. He also called me just now. When you arrive, go to the director's office first. You should be looking for something."
With a silent sigh in his heart, Zhou Ziheng turned and looked out the window. Sunlight poured loosely from the soft clouds, penetrating the lush greenery, falling far away, reaching his shoulders through the glass, and tanning his black bachelor's uniform.
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He extremely longed that Xia Xiqing could witness this day, and he had thought so long, long ago. Although he knows very well that this day is only slightly special in his own mind, for Xia Xiqing, it is at best a lover's graduation day. But graduation day means the smooth end of a stage and also means growth.
Zhou Ziheng hopes that he can graduate in Xia Xiqing's heart.
Not to protect him, nor to be stronger than him, Zhou Ziheng didn't expect these, and Xia Xiqing didn't like it either.
He has only become a lover who can be evenly matched with Xia Xiqing in any respect. Even with the age gap that cannot be crossed, he can be regarded as a mature lover.
When I came to the college, many students who graduated together came to take photos with Zhou Ziheng. Many of them were faces that Zhou Ziheng was not familiar with. They probably wanted to seize the last opportunity to commemorate the star classmates. Although Zhou Ziheng has always been alone, but the root is not the personality that can easily reject others, so he has been taking pictures with everyone very seriously.
Most of the scene were graduated students, and only a few fans followed Zhou Ziheng all the way. At the beginning, Zhou Ziheng said on the trumpet that he didn't want too many fans to come to the school for fear that it would affect other students.
Seeing his son trapped in the dilemma of taking a photo with others, Zhou's mother on the side reminded him softly, "Hengheng, don't forget to go to Director Wang." Hearing what his mother said, Zhou Ziheng only remembered, and said sorry. , While withdrawing from the crowd, "Mom, are you going with me?" @∞好文, all in Jamie Da
"Go by yourself, I'll be waiting for you here."
Zhou Ziheng nodded, and walked to the director's office alone. He felt strange that no matter what happened, the director shouldn't look for him on the day of the graduation ceremony, but since his mother said it, there must be nothing wrong. He raised his hand and buttoned the door, "Director, here I am."
Director Wang, who had just poured himself a cup of tea, looked up at the door, and a smile appeared on his face the first time he saw Zhou Ziheng.
"Siheng is here, come in."
Zhou Ziheng consciously prepared to sit down opposite the director, but the director stopped him for a while, "Wait, let's make a long story short and we won't sit and talk. I'll have to lead you down later."
A trace of puzzlement appeared on his face. The director smiled and said, "That's it. You are a very good student, and you have also spread a good value orientation for the college. Whether it is the school or the courtyard, you have always been there for you. Such an outstanding student is proud."
"Thank you, Director." Zhou Ziheng smiled politely.
"The college is also very grateful for your donation. In fact, it is the first time for alumni donations like yours just after graduation, but..."
Zhou Ziheng was startled, frowning, "Donation? Director, what did you just say? I didn't understand."
Director Wang suddenly laughed, "Why are you pretending to be stupid since Heng?" He suddenly reacted, "Is it possible that you don't know? That's not right, your name is written on that file. Forget it, you Come with me." After that, Director Wang took Zhou Ziheng to the new building. All the way last week, Ziheng was thinking back to what the director said just now.
Donate? He thought of his mother who had just asked him to find the director. Could it be that his parents secretly donated money to the school on his behalf
"arrive."
The empty hall on the first floor was surrounded by many people. Zhou Ziheng pulled away from his thoughts when he heard the director talk about it. His eyes followed the director’s gesture and looked over. In the very center of the hall, a huge white hung from the patio-style upper court hung down. The curtain, surrounded on all sides, fell to the ground, seeming to be hung up to cover something.
"This is?"
"Look first, we will have a group photo in a while." Director Wang opened the surrounding students and made people put down the curtain, "The meaning of this exhibit is very good and it fits the style of our college. I heard from the teacher who handled the donation. , This is the gold medal work of the New York Times Art Exhibition not long ago. The college is grateful for your donation... ”
As soon as the word art appeared, Zhou Ziheng's brain stopped functioning.
He didn't listen to the latter words anymore.
In an instant, the white curtains that were surrounded on all sides fell from top to bottom, and amidst the exclamations of people around, the secret donations hidden inside were finally revealed.
The moment his sight touched, his frantically beating heart almost came to a halt.
It is a modernist public sculpture, which seems to be six meters high. From a distance, the outermost layer is composed of countless small spheres of different sizes, mostly blue and gold in color, with a beautiful metallic luster glowing under the strong light of the hall.
All the microscopic spheres surround into an ellipsoid downside down, and each one drags a light-like tail. There is light inside, which comes out from the gaps of countless particles. These particles seem to be agile and unified. Splashing away, like...
"Big explosion… "
All the particles leave me and fly towards you.
Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself, the pace was led by a sinking consciousness, step by step towards the huge and magnificent exhibit. The vision obscured by the crowd gradually became clear, and he saw more.
The big bang is just a "shell" on the outermost layer, and the two halves that fly apart enclose a hollow area.
In the lower right corner of the shell, there is a palm-sized golden nameplate with the creator's name written on it.
[Creator: negative particles]
Negative particles.
This phrase hit Zhou Ziheng's heart beautifully.
[Donor: Zhou Ziheng]
A message is also engraved below.
[The vast universe cannot be privately owned, but it can be stored in the eyes of pursuing ideals. ] @Unlimited好文, it’s all in Jamie
Stepping into the center of the "big bang", he felt like stepping into a vacuum universe. The noisy discussion ceased in an instant and disappeared into Zhou Ziheng's ears. His footsteps became slow, and his heart was deceived by weightlessness and floated.
Inside the shell, there is a little boy made of copper with a small rose in the pocket of his chest. He was holding a book in both hands. The pages of the book were connected by two spirals of spirals, one of which was composed of many white particles, and the other was black. Two opposing forces repel each other in attraction and blend in in confrontation.
Positive particles and negative particles are entangled and danced in the Milky Way.
The little boy holding the book raised his head, Zhou Ziheng also raised his head, his eyes moved up with the beautiful spiral body.
In the center of the Big Bang, at the top of the collision and fusion of positive and negative particles, there is a planet hanging.
In the gentle eyes that Zhou Ziheng looked up, they gleamed quietly.
"Outstanding graduate of the School of Physics, I want to ask you a question."
A familiar voice came from behind, which was the lowest probability Zhou Ziheng had predicted before seeing the sculpture.
The radio signals emitted from this lively and beautiful space traveled through billions of light years, brushed away the floating and diffused bright stardust, and broke into his lonely and quiet universe.
Looking back, he caught the spacecraft chasing the speed of light and landed on the face that was more beautiful than the nebula.
The floating heart arrived at the destination in his smile.
Xia Xiqing stretched out her right hand behind her back, and held a red rose in the gauze-wrapped hand and passed it over. He raised his head and pointed to the shining star, his eyes were naive and gentle.
"Why does it glow?"