When Du Ruo returned to the dormitory, it was just after eleven o'clock. The lights in the dormitory were turned off, but the lamp on the charging table was on, and the roommates climbed up and down to get ready for bed.
She didn't let everyone see that she had cried, and she lowered her head to pack her things.
He Huanhuan ate the snacks that Jingming bought for the dormitory, and joked: "Xiaocao always comes back so late after falling in love."
Du Ruo twitched the corners of her mouth and went out to wash up.
When we returned to the dormitory, everyone was asleep. She turned off the desk lamp and climbed into bed, and said goodnight to Jingming.
Put down the phone, but another sleepless night.
There seems to be an inexplicable sense of loss.
Gone are the days of the free and confident freshman semester.
The night became quieter at night, but she still couldn't fall asleep, so she quietly took out her mobile phone and searched Jingming on the Internet.
His name is the buzzword of late. Some time ago, someone edited a short video for him, detailing his achievements from childhood to adulthood: he won the single first place in the World Youth Robot Contest in middle school, broke the record for the youngest age, and won the first place twice. There are countless awards.
The video clip was great—the boy's outstanding appearance, his cold and awkward expression, the robot's cute or fierce competition, accompanied by explosive music—it was popular on social media. So far the heat has not diminished. The forum is full of girls expressing their love for him.
Holding the phone, Du Ruo buried her face in the quilt.
She likes him, more than any girl on the Internet. They only liked his beauty, but she liked his whole person.
but she...
It needs to be better.
Her chest was suffocated, and she couldn't sleep even more. Continuing to browse the forum, I saw someone making rumors that he was a gangster in middle school, fighting, smoking and playing with girls, and a bunch of people watched the fun begging for skinning.
She was so angry that she refuted it one by one with long speeches and logical analysis.
I closed that post angrily, and saw someone lamented that his family was unusual, and discussed the problem of social class solidification—the rich are getting richer and better, and it is becoming more and more difficult for the poor to escape poverty.
class? Du Ruo never seriously thought about this question. She stayed too secure in school, and she didn't know what society was like. However, the sense of crisis is also like a shadow.
She put down her cell phone, feeling more and more anxious, and didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.
A few days later, Du Ruo went to Yang Changqing, the class teacher, and asked if there was any opportunity to study abroad at public expense. She has inquired with her brothers and sisters that the school often has such projects.
"I was looking for you, but you came to me by yourself." Yang Changqing smiled, "There were a few exchange programs before, but those schools were not top-notch. I think it's too bad for you to go. I didn't find you. But This time is different."
Du Ruo was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"
"Yes. They happen to be related to artificial intelligence and sensing." Yang Changqing handed her the information, "Look at it."
MIT, Stanford, Berkeley, Caltech...
Du Ruo let out a "wow" and said excitedly, "These schools are too good!"
"It's not these schools, the teachers are still reluctant to let you go. A good school has high requirements for students. However, you are the first major in your major, with a GPA of 4.8, and you also have experimental projects. With the recommendation of your professor, go to these world-renowned schools. The school is not a problem at all." Yang Changqing said cheerfully, "Prepare the application materials carefully."
"Thank you, teacher!"
Yang Changqing asked again: "By the way, how is the progress of the Prime project? It's already November. Are you going to test the car?"
"Well. In two weeks."
Yang Changqing nodded, thinking a little.
Du Ruo saw it: "Does the teacher have any suggestions?"
"It can't be said to be a suggestion. I am a conservative person who thinks that the existing technology peak cannot support the ultimate concept of Prime." After Yang Changqing finished speaking, he quickly comforted him, "However, I discussed it with Mr. Liang Wenbang in depth. He used to I think like me, but now I support you all. I guess he knows the actual situation better than I do, and I also heard that you are taking steps and not rushing. It's good. You guys just do it, don't be too tied, but also Just be careful."
Du Ruo nodded: "Yes, I see."
The college recommended the application for studying abroad. Du Ruowu needed to prepare too many materials, and spent most of his time in the laboratory. She told Jing Ming about Teacher Yang's thoughts, and Jing Ming said that he knew it well, and just let her do things well.
She didn't tell him about the application to go abroad, firstly, because the public test drive was coming soon, she was afraid that he would be distracted;
But somehow He Wang found out about this, and he casually asked her that day: "Which professor did you find to write a letter of recommendation?"
Jing Ming was facing the computer at that time, listening to the words, he raised his eyes and glanced at her.
Du Ruo's face changed slightly, and He Wang realized that Jing Ming didn't know yet, so he put the lid on the pot and ran away.
She bit the bullet and went to talk to Jing Ming.
Jing Ming was silent for a while, then asked, "When?"
"Next semester."
He didn't speak, and continued to look at the computer.
She bit her lip and looked around. Everyone was busy with their own business. She approached him, shook his arm, and whispered, "Are you angry?"
"No. Take care of something." He looked away from the computer, glanced at her, and then at the outside.
Du Ruo went out of the stairwell. In less than half a minute, Jing Ming pushed open the security door and came in, asking, "Why did you tell me now?"
"I want to wait until it's confirmed... What a shame if it doesn't work."
Jing Ming sneered: "Based on your grades, will you still fail? Who are you lying to?"
Du Ruoren's mind tightened, is he praising her or belittling her
"Are you afraid that I won't let you go?" He asked.
She immediately raised her head: "I didn't!" Then she stared at him again, "Besides, can't you go too?"
Jing Ming: "What if I don't go?"
Du Ruo was taken aback, lowered his head and twisted his fingers, and after a while, muttered: "Then I will still go."
As expected.
He looked at her, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and asked, "Just throw your boyfriend into the country?"
"Can you visit me often?"
"Why don't you visit me often?"
"I can't afford a plane ticket." She shrugged.
"... Heh." He smiled lightly, and asked again, "Which school?"
"Not sure. MIT, Stanford, Berkeley."
"Let's go to MIT. Prepare the application materials carefully." Jing Ming said, "I will go next school year."
Du Ruo was surprised, his eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Really." He specially chose the 2+2 mode when he entered school, "but it's still early, and I haven't had time to tell you. Besides, I'm not finished with the work at hand, and it will take about half a year for Prime to get on the right track. You go first, here we are wait for me."
I wanted to talk to her about going abroad together after being busy for a while, but I didn't think she would prepare it by herself.
She was overjoyed, and threw her arms around his waist: "I thought you would stay in the country for Prime. It was a little bit..."
She didn't have the nerve to say it out, but he smiled and said, "Don't you want me?"
"Um."
"It's because of Prime that I want to go out." He said this, his tone became more serious, and he stroked her hair, "If you go up step by step like this, sooner or later you will encounter technical bottlenecks and the ceiling of the upper limit of knowledge Everyone in the team knows, so they will continue to study."
She really liked his sobriety, and the vibe of the team. She looked up at him: "Have you thought about it a long time ago, or have you felt it deeply recently?"
The people in the team have been very busy with speeding up recently.
He pinched her face: "It's already there." Then he said, "Prime No.2 is just a slight improvement. But we still have to find a way to make her better and take more complicated road conditions. These are all problems to be solved in the future .”
Du Ruo touched his back and coaxed: "It's okay, take your time, we are still young."
"Yeah." He chuckled, and rubbed his chin against her temples.
…
In mid-November, the autumn light is shining.
The Prime No.2 improvement work was successfully completed, and the road test drive was 5,000 kilometers for 10 consecutive days, and everything was normal. It is only waiting for the public trial of the closed section of the comprehensive road.
The night before the trial, the team members gathered for a meal as usual. Eleven people sat together, laughing and laughing. Everyone was looking forward to the arrival of the next day and was very excited.
He Wang suggested: "Go and sing."
Everyone agreed and went to a KTV not far from the school.
People who were serious and hardworking in their research all went into a commotion when they got in front of the microphone. Some people have a good voice; some people are more powerful than others.
Some people are disasters, like how to look, sing with incomplete tune, and go out of tune to the sky.
Jing Ming couldn't listen anymore, and told him to shut up, he shouted affectionately, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves, and refused to let go, the sound of magic pierced through his ears, and the room was full of screams.
All of them are mic bullies, not polite and not humble, grabbing the microphone can grab a fight.
Jing Ming enjoyed his place, watching them making trouble, sitting in a corner by himself, playing with Du Ruo's hands openly.
Tu Zhiyuan is from Guangdong, and he ordered an affectionate Cantonese song. As soon as he opened his mouth, Du Ruo exclaimed: "Oh my god, it sounds so good!"
Before he finished speaking, his fingers were pinched hard.
Du Ruo: "Oh!"
Fortunately, the box was too noisy to attract attention.
She turned her head to stare at Jingming, not expecting him to be more fierce than her, with a slightly cold expression, staring at her quietly.
"..." Du Ruo hesitated for a second, touching the palm of his hand with his fingers. He was still staring at her. She touched it twice, and then he looked away lightly, and got up: "Come here, sing a song for me."
Du Ruo followed like a tail: "Let's go to Fairy Tale Town."
Tu Zhiyuan sang affectionately: "How cruel but still beautiful, what you can't get is always precious..."
"Tong... Tale... Zhen..." Jing Ming found it, and looked back at Tu Zhiyuan, "Cut the song."
Tu Zhiyuan screamed persistently: "How can you not be scheming when you are at a disadvantage, and show awe and test love..."
The song was cut.
"I'll go!" He grabbed a piece of jelly and threw it at Jingming, Jingming reached out to grab it, tore it open and handed it to Du Ruo.
She ate it quickly, and the prelude began.
Jing Ming sat on the sofa and picked up a slice of orange.
Du Ruo began to sing: "I heard that Snow White is running away, and Little Red Riding Hood is worried about the wolf; I heard that the Mad Hatter likes Alice, and the ugly duckling will turn into a white swan..."
He bit off half of the orange and looked at his girlfriend in surprise.
The eyes of all the boys in the box focused on him.
He Wang shouted: "I'm not doing research anymore, I'm going to be her manager!"
Jing Ming: "Get lost!"
Zhu Tao: "Shut up! Listen to the music!"
Du Ruo chuckled, and hurriedly continued singing, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato.
"There is always a dreamy river meandering in the fairy tale town,
Separating ideals and reality, and meeting at the mountain pass ahead,
The river keeps on raising water, and is involved in a curtain of time into the water,
Let all the moments, long, long ago, come to a happy ending, strange again... "
After one song was sung, applause, cries, and bell ringing came one after another.
Wan Ziang also slapped the microphone exaggeratedly, making the sound waves vibrate.
Du Ruo pursed her lips and smiled, and sat back with a flushed face.
Jing Ming leaned on the sofa and looked at her, the lights in the room were circulating, reflecting in his eyes, radiant. He looked at her, curled the corners of his lips, and suddenly leaned over to hold the back of her head, and kissed her deeply on the lips.
The boys screamed for a while, and He Wang covered his eyes and screamed: "My eyes!"
…
Coming out of the KTV, a group of people walked towards the school sparsely.
In the early morning, the street lights were dim, and it was quiet, with no pedestrians and few vehicles.
Everyone was still excited and sang songs as they walked.
Humming and chirping all the way, He Wang suddenly said: "Tomorrow is over, where are we going to play together, Boss?"
Jing Ming: "Let's go to an island."
"OK."
Levi: "How about Tahiti?"
He Wang complained: "Isn't that the place to get married?"
Jingming: "I want to go to Fiji."
Wan Ziang: "Where's Saipan?"
On a night in late autumn, the wind is cold, and the trail is covered with golden fallen leaves. The teenagers chattered a lot, looking forward to the sun and the beach.
Jing Ming and Du Ruo were at the end of the line, holding hands.
Her sleeves were a bit long, and her little hands were tucked inside. His hands got into her sleeves and held her together.
That night, the cold wind was blowing, but everyone felt warm in their hearts.
The road that night was beautiful.