"Chinese version?" she asked softly.
"The Chinese version is usually deleted," Ji Chengyang laughed, "I will watch the original version with you. If there is no Chinese subtitles, I will translate it for you." Ji Yi lowered his head, feeling a little sour in his throat: "Original version …I should be able to understand it too."
She and him discussed the film in a real setting, and time moved silently, and the film was released worldwide in a blink of an eye. But at this moment, she understood that Ji Chengyang was giving her a promise, a promise to live.
The final result of the attached middle school’s handling of this matter was personally told by the principal to Ji Yi: “You would have been punished for detention for probation, but you have been excellent in character and academics in the past. We decided in a meeting and still gave you a demerit. Announced by the whole school. But you can rest assured that the punishment will not be recorded in the personal file."
The result is obviously partial. If it is not recorded in the file, it will have no effect on the future.
After rain, it will be fine. Ji Chengyang's operation went very smoothly.
Three days later, the pathology report came out and the tumor was benign.
Ji Yi was in the rehearsal hall, making the final handover with the teacher. When she saw the word "benign", her heartbeat seemed to be rushing out of her chest. Suddenly, his hand rested on the guzheng that he had been with him for more than two years, feeling sad and joyful for a while, not knowing whether he should cry fortunately or laugh happily.
Ji Chengyang returned to the cadre ward two days after the operation.
Before she went to the hospital to see him on Saturday, she talked to him on a phone call, and did not dare to ask about the eyes. That afternoon, she pushed open the door of Ji Chengyang's ward, and saw that he was still covered with white gauze, her heart sinking a few inches: "I'm here."
The young female nurse also followed in and took a look at Ji Chengyang’s condition. Ji Chengyang said to the nurse, "Excuse me, if someone visits the patient later, I will say that I have taken a rest." The nurse answered, closing the door, her face The above is smiling.
Ji Yi could only think about his eyes.
Be quiet, afraid to ask.
For fear of hearing bad results, I dare not ask a single word.
"Is the sunshine outside?" Ji Chengyang asked her.
"Very good, it's sunny today," Ji Yi was sitting next to the hospital bed, half leaning, and because of the question he asked, he turned to look out the window. Although all you can see are the dead branches of poplars, she feels that spring is not far away.
At the end of February, she also saw winter jasmine on her way here.
Ji Chengyang asked her to help turn on the computer and downloaded a video file from a link address in an email. The name of the email is "February 22, 2002, the video of Bush Jr's Tsinghua speech." Isn't it yesterday? Ji Yi heard from his political teacher yesterday that Bush Jr. went to Tsinghua University yesterday morning.
What Ji Chengyang meant was to let her play the video to listen to.
Ji Yi opened the small table on the bed, put the laptop on it, and sat side by side with him by the head of the bed. His eyes were quickly attracted by Bush's speech. "If it weren't for this operation, I would really like to take you to the scene yesterday morning," Ji Chengyang said. "The war in the next few years will be related to him."
"The next few years?"
"In the follow-up to 9/11, the United States will definitely take this to resort to military retaliation against some countries."
She felt that the war was far away from here, and it seemed like a legend.
In this land of the motherland, it seems that war is only experienced by the ancestors, and it seems that the future, the future, will not have the word "war" in China. But Ji Chengyang is different, he always makes her feel the unexpected things of traditional education.
For example, his anti-war.
For example, if you listen to him more, you will feel that there is a place in the world that is tortured by war. In comparison, peace is so precious, and the twists and turns of life under peace seem to be much smaller.
"... What country?" she asked.
"Iraq?" Ji Chengyang guessed, with a low voice, like water flowing under the ice, slowly narrating, "Twenty days ago, Bush Jr. designated Iraq as the'axis of evil' country, accusing them of mass destruction. Sex weapons..."
In the video, Bush Jr. is an enthusiastic and gentleman, making a diplomatic speech under a peaceful sky.
Ji Chengyang was telling Ji Yi about the upcoming war.
He only said a few words, and fell silent again.
Ji Yi thought he was listening carefully to what Bush Jr. said, but unexpectedly, he suddenly said: "It is indeed a sunny day today."
"Yes, it's been cloudy for several days..."
Ji Yi turned around and was just so stunned.
An unspeakable sense of joy surged from the bottom of my heart and drowned her.
Ji Chengyang didn't know when he had already taken off the obstruction from his eyes. His eyes were intact, and only her was reflected at this time. After more than a month, she could finally see the complete Ji Chengyang. Ji Yi turned around and looked like when he was 11 years old when he first saw him, lying on the cat's eyes and observing him in the same mood. He was careful and worried, and there were many complicated touches.
Ji Chengyang only looked at her, and likewise, was quietly watched by her.
The eyes at this moment are sharp, deep, dark, cold, and even more confusing. The dark tide under his eyes is surging, making his facial features extremely vivid and handsome...
The two people seem to have not seen each other for a long time and meet again by chance.
After a sudden surprise, a lot of emotions suddenly emerged, which were so complicated that it was impossible to talk about it.
Looking at each other for too long, Ji Yi's nose was sour, but his face turned reddish, and he first avoided.
She lowered her head and was smiling.
Ji Chengyang asked: "What did you think of?"
"Um..." Ji Yi raised his face, "The day of your operation, I went to Lama Temple to burn incense for you."
"Then what?"
She had a soft voice and still smiled embarrassedly: "I'm wondering if you remove the bandage, will it be like those monks in the Lama Temple."
Ji Chengyang also laughed: "When I am discharged from the hospital, it can almost grow out, and it is probably more like a monk who has just returned to the vulgar."
That's also the most beautiful...returning to a monk.
Ji Chengyang seemed to be in a good mood today. He said that he wanted to eat noodles and the old Beijing fried noodles in Dongzhimen. Ji Yi was dumbfounded. Does this mean he wants to eat a bowl of fried noodles across Beijing? Not to mention the distance, even at this time, he couldn't leave this ward. The controversy over fried noodles is mixed with the questions of Tsinghua students in the video.
When the video was put to the end, the two people agreed on their opinions, and they would make up for it after being discharged from the hospital.
Self-study this evening, Ji Yi held a pen, lay down on the desk, and smiled as he wrote.
The tip of the pen stroked the scratch paper lightly.
The tablemate was terribly scared. While looking down at his math problem, he whispered: "It’s okay, are you? It’s not easy to scare me." Ji Yiqing bit the end of the pen with his teeth and whispered back: "I want to eat. Fried noodles, Dongzhimen." The same table was speechless.
Zhao Xiaoying, who was seated diagonally behind her, carefully handed out a note.
Since the formal supplementary class, Zhao Xiaoying has not dared to talk to Ji Yi, and finally mustered up the courage to break the deadlock tonight. Ji Yi paused, took the note, and opened it up: I'm sorry, Xixi.
Zhao Xiaoying's sorry, both of them understood, it meant that she was left alone and helpless that night. Ji Yi once told herself that as long as she said sorry, she would forgive Zhao Xiaoying. She wants to be like Ji Chengyang, to face all the people and things in her destiny calmly. Ji Chengyang has successfully overcome the difficulties, and these things are not worth keeping in mind at all.
Ji Chengyang was discharged from the hospital on Saturday, which was her only day off each week.
Counting the time, she left the dormitory at around nine o'clock in the morning, but was pulled by Nuan Nuan outside the door. Nuan Nuan stood at the gate of the dormitory building, embracing her arms: "Where are you going? No one is with me anymore." Ji Yi said vaguely: "I... go to make up lessons, our history teacher asked me to quietly go to her home to make up lessons every Saturday."
I don't know when Ji Chengyang became Ji Yi's secret.
Nuan Nuan didn't know about his operation, his recovery, and his discharge today. In Nuannuan's heart, her brother-in-law must be somewhere in this world, doing things that people admire and admire.
"So amazing? A good student is well paid," Nuannuan did not doubt, "I forgot to tell you, Fu Xiaoning asked me to tell you that he thanked you very much." Ji Yi heard the name, a little bit unbearable , Clutching the strap of the backpack, said: "Then you help me tell him that I should thank him, and then... Stop being friends in the future and wish him happiness."
Ji Yi didn't want to cause any more troubles, and didn't want to let Ji Chengyang be disappointed. She didn't have the guidance of family members to go forward, so she had to be more cautious and walk her own way. Fortunately, Nuan Nuan didn't say much. She didn't tell Ji Yi. Fu Xiaoning thought it was reckless to harm Ji Yi, and she was also very guilty. She had made preparations to stop being a friend.
Ji Yi took the subway to Jishuitan, but it was just a subway journey, and it had evolved from drizzle to downpour. She held an umbrella and walked alone along the canal, her shoes and trousers slowly getting soaked.
After walking for only 20 minutes, the rainstorm passed by in the second half of the road, and the sky cleared.
She went outside his house, took out a paper towel from her schoolbag, bent down to wipe the sand and mud from the canvas shoes, and then knocked on the door.
He recovered from a serious illness and was discharged on the first day. There should be many customers, right
The door was opened silently, and Ji Chengyang appeared in front of Ji Chengyang's eyes.
Because of the umbrella, her upper body was spared from the rain. She was carrying a pink-blue backpack. The blue school uniform pants on her lower body started from the knees until the ankles were soaked and turned dark blue. The white canvas shoes were also wet. After all, the blue long-handled umbrella was put away, and the umbrella head was poked on the ground.
Under the tip of the umbrella, there is a small pool of clear water.
Ji Yi was originally lowering his head, turning the umbrella in his heart, hearing the sound, raised his head.
She smiled at him, smiling and bending her eyes, folding the joy into the corners of her eyebrows, revealing the pointed tip of a small tiger tooth on the left. When she was a child, her tiger teeth were not so obvious. As she grew older, the little tiger teeth became more and more prominent. As long as she smiled, she could show a sharp point without knowing it. "Are there no guests at home?" Ji Yi probed lightly and found that the living room was empty.
Ji Chengyang stretched out his hand to take the umbrella in her hand.
Ji Yi shook his head: "Place it at the door, it will wet the floor of your house if you take it in."
The community he lives in is fully accessible by elevators. There is only one household on the first floor, and it is on the fourteenth floor. There will be no other people taking away umbrellas. Ji Yi leaned the blue umbrella against the door, at the corner of the wall and the door.
The umbrella was supported there, still dripping water.
What does sixteen mean
He has an ID card, but he is still a minor.
There are some things he can't tell her yet.
Ji Chengyang watched Ji Yi put on white slippers and walked into the empty living room. Sunlight was thrown in from outside before and behind her.
Through the sunlight, he saw fine dust floating in the air, with a warm and impetuous feeling.