That night, after the lights in the dormitory were turned off, the eleven people who lived with them spontaneously talked about their volunteers for the college entrance examination.
Although it is not yet known whether the policy is to fill in the volunteers before the exam, or to fill in the volunteers after the scores, it does not hinder everyone's vision for the future. The students in the third year of high school are a little bit enthusiastic looking at the end of their life that is about to arrive.
"I want to be a reporter in the future," Ji Yi suddenly expressed his thoughts when everyone expressed his opinion. Although she only learned about this profession through Ji Chengyang, he alone allowed her to experience the ideal life attitude.
Only ideals can give you courage in the face of disasters.
Only ideals can make you in the monstrous flood, even if the water reaches your chest, you have to tell the camera about the seriousness of the disaster; only ideals can make you walk calmly in front of death, even if the place where you stand in the next second is where the shells fall. It is the end of life, and I am not afraid to move forward, just to convey the forefront picture of this world war to everyone...
All the students in the dormitory were former classmates of the experimental class, science students, who had little yearning for the profession of journalism.
Only Yin Qingqing on the upper bunk was very interested. When everyone was quiet, she suddenly climbed down from the upper bunk, got into her quilt, and said softly, "I told you that I especially want to be a host. "
Ji Yi leaned against the wall, gave her some space, and replied in a low voice: "I just met a few hosts today, and they are all very approachable."
"Really?" Yin Qingqing was excited.
Ji Yi probably told her a few words, vaguely saying that it was the TV station where a friend took him to the TV station. There was a feeling of yearning and pride in her eyes, which evoked Yin Qingqing’s interest and, of course, Yin Qingqing’s ambiguity. Guess: "Ji Yi, are you in love early?" Ji Yi was taken aback, and she felt her heart beating like thunder in an instant. She froze without answering.
"Definitely," Yin Qingqing became more sure as she watched her not answer, and said excitedly in her ear, "When I went to the supermarket to buy things, I saw you getting off across the overpass with a baseball cap sitting inside. Handsome guy, isn't it? Very tall, isn't it? I can see that he is in the car. He must be about the same height as the guys on our school basketball team. You guys... There must be an adulterous affair, or why don't you get off at the school gate? Do you have to walk two roads by yourself?"
In her ears, Yin Qingqing's heat erupted when she was talking, warm and itchy.
For high school students, finding a boyfriend outside of school is already very horrible, not to mention that this "gossip boyfriend" still looks like a working person. It's really, too, exciting.
Boyfriend... Is it unrequited love? I don't know when he will get married. This unrequited love should end quietly.
Can't help but push Yin Qingqing, and I am embarrassed to continue: "I won't talk to you, go to bed, and study by myself tomorrow morning."
Yin Qingqing smiled and climbed up the escalator again.
Ji Yi embraced the quilt and lay sideways in his arms. In the gradually quiet room, he could even hear the beating of the hands of the clock. From this angle, she could just see the alarm clock on the only wooden table in the dormitory. The pointer coated with luminous powder was already in the darkness, quietly pointing to twelve o'clock.
She closed her eyes suddenly.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Ji Yi, don't think too much...
By April, she did very well in the mock exam.
In order to reward her, Ji Chengyang took her to watch Meng Jinghui's drama. The tour response of this "Rhino in Love" was very enthusiastic. Ji Chengyang said that this avant-garde drama will become a classic: "Let’s guess that in ten years there will be How many versions, you guessed it, I will take you to Eastern Europe."
Fourth edition? The fifth edition? Is it the sixth edition? How many versions are considered normal... Ji Chengyang watched her struggle.
He sat on the single sofa opposite her, with his back facing the brown floor-to-ceiling glass, and smiled calmly.
In the end Ji Yi surrendered, she really didn't understand this.
Ji Chengyang finally let her go: "Just to make a joke with you. If you really want to go to Eastern Europe, you don't have to wait ten years. After you graduate from university, I will take you there for two months."
She nodded and suddenly fell silent.
Every word Ji Chengyang said is a temptation. It was like someone blowing out colorful soap bubbles against the sun. She wanted to reach out and grab it, but she didn't dare to touch it. He is twenty-four years old, and he is old enough to get married... He will have a girlfriend soon, right
She thought of the building of the TV station, the people who passed by, the dressing room of the anchors, and the faces of the news broadcast... remembering that she touched the glass across the TV screen, not far away in Palestine. Of his face.
That is his world, far away from her.
If this distance is measured by time, there are at least five years left.
The Saturday at the end of April.
Ji Chengyang drove her from the city to the suburbs to a place called Yangfang. He told her that the mutton in Beijing is the best, especially after Wang Haoran came twice. In the early days when there were few private cars, there were indeed many people who drove from far away admiringly, just to eat a pot of Yangfang’s copper stove-shabu-boiled meat.
"Maybe it won't be there in the future," Ji Chengyang drove, looking at the blue signs on the side of the road, judging where to turn, "Some catering brands have a long life, but the premise is to drive in a convenient place. It is indeed too difficult to get around. The catering industry is developing very fast now. It is no longer what Beijing used to be. It takes more than an hour to drive to eat the secret-made shabu-boiled mutton."
Especially the road conditions are not good.
Ji Yi added silently, looking at the leafy poplar trees outside through the car window.
There are constantly large paddy fields on both sides, and the bungalow villages near and far seem to have entered another city. This was her first time in the suburbs to the north. On the way, Ji Chengyang got off the car and asked for the way. The most funny thing was that he bought all kinds of vegetables from the vegetable growers in order to express his gratitude.
"So much," Ji Yi murmured, dumbfounded, "how could it be possible to finish eating."
Ji Chengyang laughed helplessly and continued to drive forward. Soon they began to see various military areas, from artillery regiments to chemical defense research institutes. It is said that there were engineering research institutes and tank corps in front of them... The road was wide and there were few cars. Still slightly raising the loess dust, finally saw the so-called "Yangfang Shubu Lamb" head office.
Perhaps because of the good business, a large shop was opened on both sides of the road.
In the car, the two people discussed seriously for a while, which one is the most authentic shabu-shabu in the beginning. In the end, Ji Chengyang chose one of the smaller ones based on his own impression. Until the two of them were seated and asked the waiter, they laughed and said that they were all opened by the same owner and will soon build a five-story hotel because of the business. That's great.
Ji Chengyang took off his coat and hat.
His hair has grown a bit longer, and his black hair has been suppressed by his hat, making it softer.
The waiter put the menu in front of him, and handed him a pen: "The lamb and beef here are raised by ourselves, we must eat it, and there are sauces, and we must choose secret sauces... and sugar. I want vinegar and garlic, and biscuits—"
People are afraid that he will miss the characteristic things, so be warned.
"Thank you." He thanked.
When the dishes came up, the charcoal in the copper stove was also red, Ji Chengyang threw down all the lamb, chopsticks moved the lamb out of the water along the circle of the copper stove, and cooked it evenly: "You were in the car just now. I said, going to Peking University to take a small language exam?"
Ji Yin said.
"Why do you want to take this kind of partial entrance exam? Afraid that you won't be able to enter a key university?" Ji Chengyang has some understanding of the small-language admissions of these schools of Peking University and Beiwai. . In other words, usually enter several key universities with low scores.
"No," Ji Yi explained vaguely, biting the head of his chopsticks, "I think... I can learn a strange language, which is more useful with English." For example, the enrollment brochures include Arabic, Burmese, Indonesia, Philippines, and Russian. , It sounds like, if you go to the battlefield like him in the future... it should be very useful.
Ji Chengyang asked her: "When will you sign up?"
"May 11," Ji Yi remembered clearly, seeing the mutton cooked, he immediately picked up a chopstick and put it in his bowl, "It's cooked."
Ji Chengyang also gave her a clip: "Don't worry about me, you eat more."
After the two of them ate, they drove back and found that they all smelled of mutton-boiled meat, so Ji Chengyang opened all the windows of the car. He took off his coat, threw it on the rear seat, and drove in short sleeves only.
At the end of April, it was another sunny day. She was sitting in the front row and started to sweat from the sun.
Ji Chengyang also felt the heat: "Go and sit in the back row, sit behind me."
Ji Yi crawled to the back obediently, leaned on his driver's seat, and talked to him, "This road is different from when I came?"
"This road passes through the Tank Museum," he laughed. "It's always the same road, and all you see are the same scenery, and it's boring, isn't it?" She pressed her face against the back of the seat and said hum. .
After driving for a while, the car was forced to stop.
Here is a stone bridge. At this time, beside the small red brick houses on both sides of the road, signal lights are flashing, and the red and white railings are slowly lowered to block both sides of the road. There is a train coming soon. This is clearing the road and keeping the railway track unblocked.
This road is remote.
There is only one car, and nothing else except their car.
There are three people. There is an old man on duty in the red brick house on the right, and then he and her in the car.
Ji Yi's thoughts were interrupted, looking at both sides of the rails, the train hadn't come yet.
Where did they talk just now
Oh yes, it's the battlefield.
"Are you scared? On the battlefield?"
"Yes," Ji Chengyang was calm, he smiled, and his smile looked very far away in the sunlight from the front window. "Sometimes you close your eyes and wonder if you can't wake up after falling asleep, because at any time There will be shells falling on any corner. In a country in war, no inch of land can make people sleep peacefully."
Is far away.
When he said this, it was really far away.
She felt that she really complied with the phrase "frog at the bottom of the well", and she could only sigh with his words, but couldn't have real feelings.
Ji Chengyang suddenly unfastened the seat belt and signaled her to get off the car. Ji Yi didn't know what he was going to do, opened the door and followed him, and the two approached the railroad track. Ji Chengyang looked at the red brick house on the left, and led her to the other side of the house. From this angle, the guardian could not see what they were doing.
The train turned from a distance.
Ji Chengyang and her stood on the stone bridge, surrounded by simple protective measures, only a rusty iron railing.
She looked at Ji Chengyang in doubt. Just when she wanted to ask him something, she was hugged from behind. The whole person was habitually leaning against his arms. The last words heard by her ears were: "Don't be afraid. , Watch it drive past."
As the train flew past, all her hair and skirts flew up, and her face and legs were slapped, a little painful.
The violent wind, the wind that will roll you under the rails at any time.
The heartbeat gradually rushed.
Without him, maybe she would really be involved.
Ji Chengyang leaned against the railing, and she leaned against him.
There is a train in front, and a river beach a few meters high behind the bridge.
At this moment, her blood was flowing crazily in her body. Cars passed by at high speed, huge noises filled her ears, and there was only the black train skin that kept changing in front of her eyes, the double pleasure of fear and excitement, after the train finally passed by, she still kept changing in her heart. .
He finally let go of her, squatted down, grabbed her by the waist with both hands, and turned her to himself: "That's how it feels."
Ji Yi's heart jumped fiercely again, beating faster and faster, and now I felt scared.
Ji Chengyang lowered his head and smiled, staring at her: "Scared?"
She hummed, her legs soft.
With this kind of warm and impetuous feeling, Ji Chengyang became less and less resistant to his little girl.
Even at this time, she was looking at herself, trying to suppress the little emotion of fear in her eyes, and she said "I was a little scared just now, now it's better", which made him let him. Want to do something.
There is a wave in your eyes, and someone has already been crushed by it, love.