After taking a shower, Sang Zhi sat back in his seat and fiddled with the camera for a while. She uploaded the photo of Duan Jiaxu to the computer and created a new folder to put it in.
He also put in the group photo he took when he went back to Duan Jia Xu's house.
After thinking about it, she logged in to QQ with a computer, and found a photo of Duan Jiaxing that she had taken secretly from a private album in the space.
The tones and pixels of the three photos are different.
Putting it together in this way, the sense of time brought by it is obvious and distinct.
Sang Zhi stared at it for a while, and suddenly remembered that stage of the third year of high school.
During that time, her condition deteriorated inexplicably. She had always done well in physics exams, but she often made some careless mistakes, her overall grades plummeted, and her grades kept falling back.
On the day of receiving the coming-of-age gift from Duan Jiaxu, Nanwu City's identical results came out.
It was her worst grade in her entire senior year of high school.
Therefore, after the end of the day's self-study.
She was called by the teacher to talk.
The head teacher noticed what happened to her and the sports students in the next class. So as soon as her grades dropped, she felt that it was because of her falling in love that it affected her grades.
When communicating with her, she was extraordinarily ruthless.
Sang Zhi silently listened to her lesson, but just repeated the sentence "I'm not in a relationship", and then returned to the class, took her schoolbag and took the car home.
After all, the third year of high school only takes half a day off.
After school on Saturday afternoon, I have to come back the next day to continue my self-study in the evening. But the general students are, starting from home at noon and arriving at school in the afternoon.
The day she came home happened to be her birthday.
Li Ping and Sang Rong are cooking in the kitchen.
Perhaps because of her birthday, Sang Yan was also at home for the first time, sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing her coming back, he just raised his chin and said in a low voice, "Duan Jiaxu sent you a courier and put it in your room."
Sang Zhi nodded and went back to the room in silence.
She closed the door, put the heavy schoolbag on the table, and looked down at the sender on the express box. Then, slowly unpack the box.
I saw a set of cosmetics inside, and a greeting card was attached.
Sang Zhi opened the card.
The man's handwriting is bold and neat, with only one line of writing.
- I wish Xiao Sangzhi a happy adulthood.
This seemed to be something she had been looking forward to a long time ago.
All the emotions flooded in.
The pressure brought by the third year of high school, the teacher's involuntary accusations, and the uncontrollable sense of grievance.
Sang Zhi stared at these words, her eyes gradually turning red, and after a while, she couldn't help but let out a choked sob, accompanied by tears that kept pouring down.
It felt extremely difficult.
She didn't dare to let anyone hear her, squatted on the ground, tried her best to hold back the cry, her whole body was shaking, and then she started burping.
As if out of breath.
In that moment.
Sang Zhi really realized what it was like to really grow up.
It is that I dare not cry recklessly, and regard it as a shameful thing to tell;
It is that they no longer dare to take self-willedness as commonplace, and clearly understand what to do and what not to do;
It is that I no longer dare to dream wild dreams, no longer dare to regard fairy tales as life, and make life regular and dull.
It is something that is not worth looking forward to at all.
…
The phone rang, interrupting Sang Zhi's thoughts. She regained her senses, blinked her eyes hard, reached out to pick up the phone, and glanced at it.
— A message from a suitor.
Sang Zhi opened it.
The suitor: [Are you free tomorrow?]
Sang Zhi thought for a while: [No.]
The suitor: [What about the day after tomorrow?]
Sang Zhi: [Neither.]
The suitor: [The day after tomorrow?]
Sang Zhi: [No.]
Suitor: [Not even at night?]
Seeing this, Sang Zhi turned over the class schedule and replied: [There is no class on Wednesday night.]
The suitor: [What a coincidence.]
The suitor: [I am also free.]
Sang Zhi: [But I have to do my homework.]
The suitor: [I accompany you?]
Sang Zhi curled the corners of her lips and typed "Okay", which was quickly deleted and changed to "Let's talk about it" very reservedly. She put down her phone, went to the toilet to wash, and then went back to bed.
It was time to turn off the lights, and everyone else in the dormitory had already gone to bed.
Only the phone was lit.
She was chatting with Duan Jiaxu and fell asleep before she knew it. Maybe it's because I haven't received her reply, and after a long time, the screen lights up again.
The suitor: [Good night.]
The time displayed on the mobile phone has crossed twelve o'clock, ushering in a new day.
Sang Zhi said goodbye to her eighteen years old.
At the age of nineteen, she regained the dream she had when she was thirteen.
But it's not the same as last time.
It was hopeless that time.
This time, it will definitely come true.
The next day, after class in the morning.
Sang Zhi went to the dining hall with his roommates to eat, and heard them chatting about something: "I see that the group is saying that the school will hold the fifth digital media art competition recently. Do you want to participate?"
Wang Ruolan: "Do I have to form a team?"
Ning Wei: "Well, a group of no more than 6 people."
Yu Xin: "Can other departments also participate?"
Ning Wei: "Yes, this is for the whole school."
Wang Ruolan: "Are you going to participate?"
Yu Xin was not very interested: "Forget it, I'm too lazy."
"Let's take a look," Sang Zhi took out his mobile phone and opened the class to look at it. "The categories of entries in the competition include animation short films, micro-movies, game design, interaction design..."
Ning Wei: "The animated short seems pretty good. What's the theme?"
"There are several, commemorating the centennial of Yihe University's founding, publicity, and Yihe folk culture." Sang Zhi flipped and glanced again, "The game design doesn't need to conform to this theme."
Wang Ruolan: "But for game design, do you have to find a team from the software department?"
Ning Wei: "No need, you can ask the teacher first."
Wang Ruolan: "How do you participate?"
Sang Zhi: "You have to find an instructor first, then form a team and sign up."
Yu Xin: "Are you all going to participate?"
Wang Ruolan: "I'll just ask, in fact, I'm not too lazy."
A few people talked a few more about this matter, and soon, the topic naturally moved to other places.
Sang Zhi had the attitude of participating in the competition when she had the chance. She happened to hear that Liang Jun, a senior in the department with the same major, also planned to participate, so she told him, and the two formed a team.
Plus Ning Wei, a classmate of Liang Jun, and a girl in the class.
There are five people in the group.
To accommodate everyone's time, Liang Jun decided to have a dinner with five people on Wednesday night, and discuss the work by the way. Therefore, it was a good thing to talk to Duan Jiaxu before, and it was just like that.
Knowing that she has her own affairs, Duan Jia Xu didn't say much, and only made another weekend appointment with her.
This competition takes two months from registration to submission of works.
The group has set the theme, and they have also found an instructor, and plan to make an animated short film. For creative things, there is no good idea for a while, and it cannot be settled.
After some discussion, there was still someone in the group who had a class, Liang Jun didn't waste any more time, and divided everyone's work, so that everyone could go back and think about it.
Ning Wei didn't go back to the dormitory with her, she went to find her boyfriend after the meeting.
Sang Zhi glanced at the time, it was just after 8:30, which was still early. She took out her phone from her pocket, and slowly sent Duan Jia Xu a WeChat message: [What are you doing.]
The suitor: [Work overtime.]
Sang Zhi: [Oh.]
The next second, Duan Jiaxu called and asked, "Are you free?"
"The meeting just ended," Sang Zhi said, "Why do you always work overtime in this job?"
"If you have nothing else to do, just work overtime." Duan Jia Xu said with a faint smile, "If you have time, then I will leave work."
Recently, Yihe has started to heat up, but at night, the temperature is still a bit cool. Sang Zhi put her other hand in her pocket, kicked the pebble in front of her, and reminded, "It's half past eight now."
Duan Jiaxu: "Does the dormitory have access control?"
Sang Zhi: "Yes."
"What time is it?"
"Twelve o'clock."
"Isn't there another three and a half hours?"
"Oh." Sang Zhi whispered, "but I don't go back so late."
There was a rustling noise on the other end of Duan Jiaxu, and he said leisurely, "I'll take you to have a late night snack, and then I'll take you back to the dormitory, okay?"
Sang Zhi thought for two seconds: "What to eat?"
Duan Jiaxu: "What do you want to eat?"
Sang Zhi: "I didn't think about it."
"Then I'll go and decide, you can find a place to sit for a while," Duan Jia Xu said, "I'll drive over now."
Duan Jiaxu walked into the parking lot, found his car, and unexpectedly saw Jiang Ying, whom he hadn't seen for several months. His eyelids moved, he glanced at her, and immediately withdrew his gaze.
Seeing him, Jiang Ying moved and stood in front of his car. She took out her purse from her bag, turned it upside down, and said seriously, "I have no money to spend."
Duan Jiaxu unlocked the car and got in.
Jiang Ying stood still, staring at him sitting in the driver's seat, and said quite naturally, "Give me some money to spend."
"… "
Silence for a few seconds.
"Duan Jiaxu, are you really looking for a girlfriend?" Jiang Ying took the initiative to speak again, "Just the college student from the hotpot restaurant last time? Sure enough, college students are really deceiving."
Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyes, glanced at his phone, and replied to the words sent by Sang Zhi.
Jiang Ying said to herself, "I have already told others that you want to marry me. I also told my mother about it, and she agreed."
"… "
"Don't try to find another woman, my life with you will never end. You know that I have liked you since junior high school," Jiang Ying pointed at him and said with red eyes, "How dare you find a girlfriend! How dare you !"
Hearing this, Duan Jia Xu raised his eyes.
He remembered when he was in junior high school.
Compared with that time, the woman in front of her has lost her childishness, and has become mature and somewhat old-fashioned. But her appearance didn't seem to have changed.
Still as hysterical as now, full of hatred.
She accused him in front of anyone, saying he was the son of a murderer. When I saw him, I was always excited and angry, and my eyes were full of resentment, as if he was Duan Zhicheng.
The most serious one, she pushed him down directly from the stairs on the second floor of the teaching building. Looking at his bloody forehead, he didn't feel the slightest bit of anxiety, but instead showed a distorted smile.
"Your dad killed my dad, so you have to die too."
…
Duan Jiaxu lowered the car window and twitched the corners of his lips, "Let me tell you something."
Jiang Ying stared at him.
"If you don't think it's over, go to Duan Zhicheng." Duan Jiaxu said calmly, "If you want him to marry you and be my stepmother, I have no opinion at all."
Jiang Ying was disgusted by this, she immediately walked to the driver's seat and said angrily, "I'll fuck you!"
next moment.
Duan Jiaxu started the car and said gently, "Then I wish you a happy wedding in advance."