"I watched it for a while, it was about a little girl and an old man. You know I like young handsome guys, the age difference is too big, and it doesn’t resonate-but I still think that what my uncle likes must be right. It must be I don’t know how to appreciate."
Nuan Nuan continued to speak, and Ji Yi circulated quietly again.
What kind of movie is it? Be sure to check it out when you go back.
She thought about it for a while, then listened attentively, the song was almost over. There happened to be a sentence that passed through her ear:
If I told you that I loved you, you'd maybe think there's something wrong...
If I really say I like him,
He must also feel that something went wrong...
Ji Yi looked down at the beating blue time display on the CD case, and inexplicably thought that he would come back one winter, and said to himself standing in a daze in the snow: "What are you doing with your head down? Looking for gold?" Then he turned back and looked. When he was so tall, he stood behind him, wearing a shirt, and his clothes were draped on himself.
At that time, she was only eleven years old.
Something must have gone wrong. She never felt anything for boys of the same age, even if it was Fu Xiaoning’s every express hint, or the love letters and phone calls that boys in the orchestra occasionally brought, she just pretended to be stupid and skipped the phone calls. .
"Xixi classmate, why do you listen to a sad English song, you are so dumb..." Nuannuan gave her a push, "Want to pay Xiaoning, that kid really spared no effort to chase you, so he almost got his heart out. "
Ji Yi frowned: "I don't like him."
"Ah, don't you like it?" Nuan Nuan was surprised, "Why, there are so many girls who like him."
Ji Yi didn't speak.
"Look, I've asked too many questions, and I'm silent again."
Ji Yi glanced at her helplessly.
At first she didn't reject this person that much.
Until one time, she accompanied Nuan Nuan on a date. Several people were watching a movie in the cinema. After she finished eating the popsicles, she wanted to wrap a napkin, so Fu Xiaoning took away the remaining wooden stick. Looking at Fu Xiaoning, he bit the stick into his mouth. From then on, Ji Yi felt uncomfortable all over, and if he could hide, he would hide.
Friday night.
Ji Yi and Nuan Nuan are coming to the disc and have finished watching the movie.
This is really a hazy love between a killer old man and a little girl who has lost all his loved ones. She wore headphones, and at the end Leon avenged the little girl and closed his eyes amidst the earth-shattering explosion. She was crying, and she couldn't breathe. Because the enlightenment teacher of art is a person who likes color, she has always had a habit of leaving some color in her heart in the end of any book and movie.
And this movie is just like its theme song, but there is a bright color in the gray.
When she just finished reading it, she was very sad, and she was always struggling with a question: Did that killer ever like little girls
When memorizing the vocabulary the next day,
She thought of the movie again, but thought of Ji Chengyang and herself... Once this idea came up, she couldn't control it, and silently merged with the movie screen and music. Shape of my heart... Thinking of the name, she drew a small heart on the notebook with a pen, and slowly filled it up.
Then, I drew a smaller heart next to it.
Saturday noon.
Ji Chengyang drove back to Philadelphia.
On the morning of September 11th, before leaving Philadelphia, he received a call from Ji Yi, promising her not to go to New York. Not long after the call was hung up, he ate toast and milk and left home.
Although he came back this time to end his student career, he has his own professional habits. At this time, he must go to the place closest to the scene. It was really chaotic that day, no one would have thought that New York would be attacked, and the emergency measures center in New York City... just inside the building, the building was attacked and it was paralyzed.
When Ji Chengyang drove halfway, his colleagues called him, and the first press conference after the incident began.
…
That night, he went to New York.
Four days later, at noon, now, he is in Philadelphia.
Ji Chengyang turned on the light in the room and wanted to make himself a cup of hot coffee.
The official press conference that night was still circling in his mind. Someone hinted that people from Arab countries were singing and dancing to celebrate the attack on New York. The Mayor of New York replied very appropriately, that prejudice and hatred have caused everything today. Ji Chengyang was sitting there and heard such a question and answer, but he had a bad feeling.
A war is about to begin, it will be a...very big disaster.
He breathed out softly.
The sunlight calmly passed through the glass and fell on the kitchen floor.
The roommate who lived with Ji Chengyang walked in and saw him look like a dusty servant, "I haven't slept all night?"
Ji Chengyang is noncommittal: "It's been a few nights without sleep."
Shi Youqi asked a few more questions before he realized that he had actually gone to New York in the past few days. The two people started a heated discussion on this topic, from politics to economics, to whether the American people will be left alone in the future, and even to the next general election... It was probably over an hour, and everyone sighed.
Ji Chengyang's mind is full of possible wars, explosions, and innocent civilians. Looking at the coffee beans, he felt impatient to wait for the complicated coffee, so he took the instant coffee and brewed a cup casually.
His coffee posture is always very special.
Pinch the sides of the coffee cup with only two fingers, leaning against your mouth, and sipping.
A small voice slowly appeared during his relaxing moment. "I usually go to school, go home on weekends, during the day... There is no one at home." The little girl's voice was like a ray of sunlight, tearing the dark clouds in his heart, and then slowly blending into the blood, alleviating his running time. Tired of the day.
When the phone rang, Ji Yi was making coffee for herself. She ran over holding the cup, hot water splashed out, and her fingers burned, but she refused to delay for a second, and immediately picked up the microphone: "Hello ."
"Sixi, it's me, Ji Chengyang."
"Well," her voice was not controlled at all, and immediately became the softest tone, "Are you awake?"
Ji Chengyang responded casually: "I woke up."
"Are you very tired from PhD study? Do you have to sleep until eleven o'clock on weekends?" Ji Yi went to look at the big clock in the living room, "have you eaten? If you are hungry, go eat first? I can wait for you to finish eating. Call me again."
This series of questions was thrown away, but Ji Chengyang asked with a smile: "Should I ask you, are you hungry?"
"Me," Ji Yi thought for a while, "I am not hungry anymore after doing the problem."
After chatting casually, she began to ask him about the situation in the United States.
Ji Chengyang’s answer is relatively simple, but it is not the kind of perfunctory child: "It was a terrorist attack. In fact, I guessed it when the second building was hit. This cannot be an accident."
She hummed, seeming to be thinking.
He asked: "What did you think of?"
"I'm wondering if there will be questions about this in the college entrance examination..." she confessed.
Ji Chengyang was slightly silent.
He hasn't slept for a few days because of this, and he doesn't want to discuss this topic during this moment of rest. He would rather care about Ji Yi's study, or just listen to her talk about the little things and confusions of her friends.
Ji Yi was surprised: "Is the connection disconnected?"
"No," he changed the subject, "Are you used to being in a liberal arts class?"
"Very good, much easier than the experimental class," she suddenly thought of Zhao Xiaoying, "but Xiaoying's grades are not very good. She always said that because I am smarter than her, I don't know how to encourage her."
"Want to ask me for help?" Ji Chengyang asked, "Edison said something about sweat and inspiration, have you heard it?"
Ji Yi immediately guessed: "Genius is one percent inspiration plus ninety-nine perspiration?"
This kind of remarks have been heard a lot earlier, and they are not very contagious.
"Almost, the original text is more complicated than this," Ji Chengyang said. "But what Zhao Xiaoying said is correct. Talent is really important. When an American writer interpreted Edison's words, he said: If there is no such inspiration, Ninety-nine cents of sweat is just a bucket of water."
"..."
Is he unhelpful
"However, this writer is a bit exaggerated," Ji Chengyang took a sip of coffee and continued, "If ordinary people can really pay 99% of sweat, although they can't invent direct current like Edison, they can definitely learn the principle of direct current. You guys. What you are learning now is the basic knowledge. In the final analysis, you have to use it proficiently. It's not that difficult and it's not hard enough."
"Yeah." She was digesting what he said.
Then he asked curiously: "Do you like Edison very much?"
"No, I can't talk about it," Ji Chengyang said. "He has been portrayed as a star. If you say it, it will be more convincing to you little girls." She feels that he always speaks differently from others and is led by his remarks. , Asked: "Then who do you like?"
"Da Vinci."
Da Vinci.
She felt that she would like Leonardo too, and she would like it very much.
She stroked the glass casually with her index finger, and stroked his name.
Unexpectedly, when the phone was about to hang up, Ji Chengyang actually cared about her results.
"How is the math now?"
Ji Yi has a guilty conscience: "Not good enough."
"What is the perfect score?"
"150."
"How much can I take?"
"About 120."
"It's a bit low, how about between 130 and 140 in the test?"
He was actually setting a goal for her...
Ji Yi swallowed his heart: "Okay."
"If this score is reached," he paused slightly and laughed, "When I go back in winter, there will be rewards for you."
He actually... tempted her.