Ten days later, she handed in a volunteer for liberal arts and sciences: liberal arts.
In fact, the students in the experimental class have been divided into classes at the end of the first year of high school, but because the courses are different from others, the students in the experimental class have to take a complete high school course in the first semester of the second year, so they will take special treatment and confirm their liberal arts and science aspirations at the end of the second year.
Only four people in the entire class chose liberal arts, but the teacher was still heartbroken and persuaded two.
"Don't look at your second grade in the liberal arts exam. I'll tell you, Ji Yi, there is a narrow choice of essays. Anyone can learn essays. Only those who can learn science have great achievements," the head teacher educates Ji Yi in the office. You have to drink water, "You still have special skills to add points, what a pity! Look at the monitor, the liberal arts ranks first in the grade, shouldn't you stay in the experimental class?"
She insisted on her opinion and moved into the new class in the afternoon.
The students in the new class have been getting along for a year, and they have been familiar with it for a long time. Seeing such a person airborne from the science experimental class is somewhat repulsive. Besides, Ji Yi was in the experimental class, but he got the second grade of liberal arts, which really makes them faceless for those who have been studying literature for a year.
But the new head teacher was so happy that he finally won over the child.
Ji Yi saw that Zhao Xiaoying in the fourth row of the classroom was too happy, and winked at Xiaoying.
After a month of make-up classes, the band’s New Zealand cultural exchanges were set.
Leaving at the end of August and returning on September 10.
For this reason, all teachers complained, for fear of delaying students' study time. However, the school basically has no say in this kind of activity, because there are some young artists in the same group, which is a big exchange visiting group.
Before leaving, she still habitually took out the small note written by Ji Chengyang and began to pack her things. When you look at these when you grow up, you will find that his carefulness is really a luggage list without any omissions. Ji Yi stopped before seeing the last line, did not dare to read the blushing words again, carefully folded the note and put it back.
It was very hot on the day I went to the airport.
After Ji Yi checked the bag, there was only one schoolbag left. Just before taking off, she put the schoolbag in the luggage compartment, and suddenly her skirt was torn off by her classmates. She was puzzled: "Is there something you want me to put out for you?"
"That handsome guy over there is looking at you, staring at you for a long time," the orchestra classmate said in a low voice, "the eyes look like a big bad wolf."
Ji Yi looked back and saw a person who surprised her.
Wang Haoran
And Su Yan, who is looking at herself while smiling and talking to him...
Wang Haoran saw her turning around and waved to her and said, "I will look for you after taking off."
She was a little overwhelmed. When she sat down, the classmates next to her still asked in a low voice: "You really know? I remember just now the teacher said that most of the planes on the plane are exchange groups, isn't that person too?"
She really didn't know what Wang Haoran was doing, and she had only seen it a few times in total.
Later, when the plane took off, Wang Haoran really came over, and she finally knew that he and Su Yan were both young artists who were going to exchange this time. "Don't you know? I know your Uncle Xiao Ji because he won the game at the time," Wang Haoran explained with a smile, "but it's not ashamed to be won by him, but unfortunately, he has given up on the piano."
Wang Haoran is the piano, and Su Yan is the violin.
Suddenly, Ji Yi discovered that he was always so patriotic. What he learned about dance was folk dance, and that of musical instruments was also the guzheng... There was really nothing in common with Ji Chengyang.
This time it’s an orchestra trip, and the show is also a group, not a solo show.
In fact, ever since she ran off the stage shamefully at the age of ten, she was very afraid that she would be on stage alone. On several occasions, she refused the teacher's request to perform solo even at small evening parties in school and in the district. That's it. She listens to songs every time before going on stage to make herself less nervous. This time, "Suddenly" is placed in the CD player.
An album in 1999, Zhao Xiaoying bought it the following year and gave her a birthday gift.
She watched the orchestra classmates talking excitedly in front of her, jumping nervously, listening to Karen Mok singing and singing in a hoarse and tender way. She was in a daze. The teacher suddenly appeared and smiled in front of her: "Why forgot to put lipstick on you? It's ugly."
The exchange performance is not so rigorous, but makeup is still required, especially the stage light is darker than usual. She was put on heavy lipstick by the teacher and felt very uncomfortable. After the performance, she left the stage and immediately changed her school uniform. Wash your face in the bathroom.
Running to the corner in a small step, the neighboring bathroom was overcrowded.
She looked up at the sign and continued to look for another one. She turned upstairs. When she stepped up a few steps earlier, she was caught by someone's arm unpreparedly, and she let out a cry of horror.
Look back.
Suddenly, I felt like I was in a illusion.
It just happened to be the lyrics of the song still hovering in my heart: The world can suddenly be nothing...
There is only one Ji Chengyang.
"The performance was very successful," he took her down the steps, bent over, and wiped off the lipstick on her lips with his fingers. "It's just that the lipstick is too strong, and your teacher has poor taste in color selection."
His fingertips were stained red.
It turns out to be ugly? She blushed immediately after being said, but still stammered and said, "You...what, New Zealand..."
Ji Chengyang smiled: "I was surprised to see you perform? It's not the first time."
Of course it was very unexpected, and the accident was about to scare people to death.
This is not a certain performance hall in Dongcheng District. This is Wellington... She suddenly thought of Su Yan. Isn't he just for watching Su Yan's performance? Shouldn't it? It’s just an exchange performance, not a world competition...
They stand in this position, just at the corner of the first floor.
nobody.
She looked at him, countless question marks flashed in her mind, and countless countless excitements and surprises.
He found that he had only wiped off part of the lipstick on her lips, so facing her eyes that were brighter because of happiness, and the lips with half of the lipstick remaining, he just wanted to wipe off all of it, but he hesitated.
He was no longer calm.
Because the little girl has grown up
He came because he had the conditions to do this. Six years ago, he was in Beijing, and now it is Wellington. It took half a day last time, but now it only took a few more days. If he wants to travel and relax, why not choose here, so that she can feel that she is valued.
"Are you...really here to accompany me?" Her voice was astringent, but she couldn't hide her joy and joy.
"Really," he finally chose to take out a pack of tissues and handed it to her: "I just want to see the blue sea and blue sky."
In such a city, it is easier to forget those bloody pictures.
Her face turned red in an instant, and she couldn't hide it at all, and she couldn't hide it.
I can only pull out a paper towel with my head down, and I just bowed my head so sharply, wiping my lips with great effort.
She was still lowering her head and continued to struggle with the lipstick he didn't like. More than a dozen people had come down from the stairs and naturally found Ji Chengyang, and what was even more surprising was that they all knew her. These young artists who come to exchange performances with Ji Yi are all familiar with him.
"Ji Chengyang, it's really been gone for a hundred years. I still remember when you took away the championship in the fourth grade." A man put his arm around his shoulder and teased with a smile. "The picture of my wife still in her purse. These are all photos of the five of us after the game. I said to my heart, you are the class enemy of my husband and wife, and my heart hurts for the rest of my life."
Later in the conversation, she probably guessed the reason.
In his day, these people must have participated in municipal, national, or foreign competitions since they were young. In the 1970s, the conditions were worse than those of her children in the 1980s. Few people can learn these things from a young age. It is estimated that there are fewer people who can participate in competitions together? This is what the so-called "competitor" becomes a friend
Among the men and women who talked happily, Ji Yi felt that he had become the most uncoordinated one.
Especially these people just finished the performance, all wearing very orthodox dresses and suits.
The dozens of people in front of him are the focus of the entire team on the plane. The man is handsome, the femininity is dazzling, and he talks and laughs freely. Even now, it still makes people feel admired and envied.
Wang Haoran smiled: "Don't be funny, you can't even compare to me, so don't get rid of Chengyang here." After he finished speaking, he immediately saw Ji Yi, and immediately squatted down and asked her: "Why did you wipe off the lipstick? I watched you play the Guzheng in the audience just now. It's so beautiful, it looks like it came out of a Chinese painting."
Ji Yi has never been praised in such words, and in front of so many predecessors holding various awards...
"Thank you." She seemed to have no idea what to say except this.
"Eh? Wang Haoran, I think your taste is wrong," Su Yan suddenly leaned over, "What are you thinking about?" "What are you talking about? I have always said something," Wang Haoran has always been calm. When everyone looked at them very gossiping, they simply said, half joking and half serious, "This is my future little girlfriend."
Su Yan knew that he really had this mindset, and smiled and said, "You are finally willing to confess?"
… The few people around him were taken aback, then laughed.
Ji Yi did not expect that, no matter it was a joke or something, he was already a little nervous.
She saw that Ji Chengyang was being held by the man who was just talking, and then she seemed to hear the laughter, and took a look. She looked at him, panicked, said goodbye, and ran upstairs.
"You scared your future little girlfriend away," someone mocked, "No, isn't this little girl with Ji Chengyang just now? Chengyang, is that your niece?"
Ji Chengyang finished the conversation and watched Ji Yi running upstairs from the back and said, "My friend's child."
Ji Yi hid on the stairs on the second floor, watching them go away.
My friend’s child...
In fact, there is nothing wrong with what he said. To him, he is still a child. She was a little disappointed. Looking at those who seemed to have aura, she felt that it was very difficult for her to get close to them.
In the evening, it was time for dinner. The teacher who led the team from the attached high school saw that Ji Chengyang was also very enthusiastic, and kept introducing this well-known alumni from the attached high school to everyone. Ji Yi took a fork and looked at the trees under the strong wind outside the window, and suddenly found him standing outside the window smoking a cigarette... She made an excuse and ran out, and he was extinguishing the cigarette.
It's really cold here, she hugged her arms: "Why do you smoke here..."
Ji Chengyang said: "No smoking indoors."
When he saw her cold, he waved, she walked over, this corner happened to be the corner of the wall, sheltered from the wind, no one would see it.
"There is a big temperature difference between day and night here, so wear more clothes at night." He watched her look up and looked at herself tired, and simply sat on the steps and let her sit next to him. "Your teacher said that the day after tomorrow is free time, where he wants to go. ?"
"They said it's pretty small here," she asked curiously.
"Well," he said, "the next time I have the opportunity to go to Auckland, there will be more delicious food."
next time…
Looking at him, she felt that this ordinary word was more beautiful.
It was his old friends who were sitting in the open in the distance. She looked at them so happy and suddenly exclaimed: "Why are you and your friends so good?" She never felt that she could be so confident. Any country in the world is as confident and comfortable as at home.
"Is there?" Ji Chengyang asked rhetorically.
"Of course there is." She looked at him seriously, and he was a magical existence to her.
He laughed: "In this world, there are many people living very wonderfully. All you have to learn is how to open the door for yourself, for example," he was slightly silent and told her in simpler words, "the world There are so many universities, every one, every year, a lot of talents are cultivated. Doctor of Philosophy is not a rare species. One day, you will find that Ji Chengyang is also an ordinary person."
Will not.
She silently denied.
Not everyone can say such words, including from the teacher of the experimental class, she has never heard such ordinary and alluring words. He told her that there was a door, waiting for you to push it open.
And he, already standing on the other side of the door, proved to you what he said.
"And they," he laughed, looking at those old friends, "You are learning Guzheng, and you know how hard it is to practice. None of those people were beaten and scolded when they were young. They are better than ordinary people. With stronger determination and perseverance, day after day can they become who they are today."
"Are you too?" She asked questions that she had been curious about since she was a few years old.
Why did he learn later than his peers, yet he has such a talent.
"Me?" He was quiet.
In the end, this question was not answered either.
It was very windy, and he suddenly asked her: "Do you want to see the sea."
Of course I think, but the day after tomorrow is free time...
"Can you?" she asked him carefully.
"It should be possible," he took off his coat and handed it to her, "I know your teacher very well."
She believed that.
The two of them were walking in the strong wind, all the way to the beach. The sea at night was all black in the distance. She stood on the beach, just looking at it, she felt that her whole heart was rising and falling with the waves.
This is... She saw the real sea for the first time.