I had a strange dream. In the dream, there was a dark corridor. I walked along the corridor and could not reach the end. Sometimes Xiao Yu's face appeared in the darkness, and sometimes the face of a cow appeared.
Awakening from his dream, the three brothers in the dormitory were snoring one after another, and they were cooperating in a tacit understanding. Zhang Feng was talking intermittently in his sleep, and vaguely heard: "Beast, let go of that girl! Let me do it!"
I smiled, worthy of being recognized by everyone in the class as the leader of the Three Musketeers.
Thinking of the helplessness in the dream, I felt inexplicable loss and irritability.
After leaving the dormitory building, I walked aimlessly around the campus.
After walking through the playground and the lake, there was a corridor covered with grape vines. There were sections of wooden benches at both ends of the corridor. I randomly found a place to sit down. Liu Yang once told
I, this place is called the Couple's Corridor by my classmates. Every evening after self-study, couples sit under the corridor and make love to each other.
The starry sky is rarely so bright. It seems that this is the first time I have seen such a bright sky in this city. The stars are shining all over the sky. I can't help but think of Lijiacun, where the sky is like this every day.
"Hey" a sigh suddenly sounded. A figure stood not far away, swaying under the moonlight.
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?"
After asking the same question in unison, the cow came and sat down next to me.
"When I find a good place, I often come here to sit for a while when I can't sleep. What about you? Are you heartbroken?"
I didn't speak. I remembered the cold joke Zhang Feng told everyone before going to bed. I can't remember the content. I only remember that the last sentence was: I fell out of love before I started falling in love.
Not caring about my disregard, the cow sighed again and said softly.
"Perhaps no matter how powerful a person is, he still has a weak and incompetent side."
"Life is like riding a train. The beautiful scenery in the past makes you linger, but you always need to move forward and leave. Then you tell yourself that it doesn't matter, you will come again in the future, but in fact, you have never gone back. Time passes.
The time, the receding scenery, and the people we meet will all gradually drift away."
After the cow finished speaking, she didn't speak again for a long time and just stared at the sky quietly.
"Qin Feng."
"Um."
"Can I lend you your shoulder for a while? I don't know why, but I always feel like you can give me enough sense of security."
The cow rested quietly on my shoulder, with a faint fragrance wafting from its long hair.
"Next semester, I may have to leave."
"Um?"
"I'm going to study in the United States. I'm already applying for a visa."
There was another moment of silence.
"Qin Feng."
"Um?"
"fine."
Cow suddenly got up, said he was sleepy, and walked to the apartment. I sat on the corridor until it got dark. When I walked to the small forest behind the dormitory building, I was already doing morning exercises on the ninth day of the month.
"Guo Guo, I didn't see you in the dormitory."
After breakfast, the three brothers in the dormitory were still sleeping, probably because there were no classes in the morning. I lay on the hard bed covered with a thin quilt, feeling inexplicably at ease. I dreamed again. In the dream, the four of us were late, and the old professor blocked us in the classroom.
At the door, asked for a reasonable reason, Zhang Feng said: I had a dream. In the dream, I was in class, but in the dream, I was about to go to class.
"Don't sleep! Wake up! Something big has happened!"
Zhang Feng held four plastic bags in his hand and kicked open the bedroom door. Liu Yang, who was brushing his teeth on the balcony, picked up the mop next to the sink and put it back after seeing Zhang Feng. Zhiyong stopped playing the computer game.
, also staring at Zhang Feng.
"Two police cars came to the school in the morning and took our dean away. Now the whole school is buzzing that someone was killed."
"oh."
Liu Yang continued brushing his teeth, while Zhiyong took a bag of breakfast from Zhang Feng and went back to playing the game.
The King of Gossip had doubts about himself for the first time, and doubts appeared on his face. Is the news not exciting enough?
Zhang Feng divided the remaining three bags of breakfast. Each bag contained four steamed buns, a tea egg and a cup of soy milk. Everyone reached an agreement that in the mornings when there were no classes, everyone would take turns buying breakfast once while the others slept.
"Fengzi, your breakfast. How about I tell you about it?"
Zhang Feng handed me a bag and sat beside my bed. I looked at the clock on the wall, it read 12:30 noon.
"Call brother!"
"Brother Feng."
The music department of the school is preparing a performance for the New Year's Day party. After the self-study in the evening every day, there will be a rehearsal performance in the school auditorium.
Qi Jing, a junior girl, is one of the few ethnic minority female students in the student body. She has a sweet appearance, coupled with her talent of being able to walk and dance, she is commented by her classmates as the best dancer among college students.
The reason why I say this is because at last year's Provincial College Student Art Festival, Qi Jing defeated the rest of the competition with her bending and inspiring skills and easily won the championship.
At that time, Qi Jing was wearing a red and white dance skirt, with a waist drum tied with a colorful rope around her waist. She danced step by step like a lotus on the stage, and as she danced, she hit the thin drum on her waist lightly.
, the sound of drums sounds with a unique rhythm, like butterflies flying among flowers, and then sounds like gurgling water, like the bright moon in the mountains, like the morning light in the alley, and like the round dew on the tip of the lotus leaf, accompanied by
With the last drum beat, the whole audience fell into silence, and after a long time there was only thunderous applause.
The newspaper published an article "Waist Drum" and wrote: The cold air immediately becomes hot; the tranquil sunshine immediately becomes splashing; the sleepy world immediately becomes excited! It reminds people that the setting sun shines on the banner and the horse sings in the wind.
Xiaoxiao; it reminds people of: the thunder that flashes thousands of miles away; it reminds people of: the great enlightenment that becomes dark and clear, clear and dark, and then finally becomes clear forever! There is no room for restraint, no room for fetters, it is so free!
The finale of the party program was Qi Jing's waist drum dance. So the rehearsal process went very smoothly. Qi Jing watched all the programs carefully in the audience. Finally, it was her turn to perform the rehearsal.
Jing went up to the stage and tied a waist drum around her waist, patted the drum head with her hands, untied it and put it aside.
"This drum won't work. I'll go back and get the drum I used before."
The classmates persuaded her that it was just a rehearsal, and wouldn't waist drums be the same? Qi Jing shook her head and refused to agree, insisting that her drum was different.
A few students showed dissatisfaction on their faces and began to complain. Qi Jing was now famous and started to show off, completely forgetting that Qi Jing had waited until now from the first show.
Fifteen minutes later, Qi Jing ran to the auditorium panting with her waist drum on her back. She kept saying sorry to her classmates, but she just wanted to perform every performance seriously.
The performance ended with a bent waist, and with the final drum beat, the scene was frozen. Qi Jing was posing in a strange pose, with her legs like a small lunge, one finger pointing to the sky, the other pointing to the ground, looking up to the front, with a smile on her lips.
.
The applause lasted for a full two minutes, and no one complained about Qi Jing. In the face of absolute strength, all showing off was just for show.
"Senior, it's okay."
"Senior?"
Qi Jing maintained the posture at the end of the dance and died.