The door to the rooftop was halfway closed, and Jian Anran did not dare to move anymore. Every sensory cell in her body seemed to suddenly become sensitive, and she listened carefully to the movements from the ground.
Quietly.
For a moment, it seemed like I was the only one left, with the cold weather and the bleak vegetation of the school overlooking me.
The Department of Architecture building is connected to the School of Foreign Languages and the School of Fine Arts next door. They are connected by corridors at the bottom, and their top terraces are even more connected. Jian Anran, who is on the top floor of the Architecture Department building, has also been up there for the first time, but she has heard of it.
Many times, students from the Academy of Fine Arts and the School of Foreign Languages went upstairs to find inspiration and do activities.
She encouraged herself: "Maybe people from other colleges are doing something."
It's not that she went to the rooftop to do something bad, it's just that the school is a place where everyone loses their privacy equally. Apart from the single toilet room in the dormitory, Jian Anran can't even think of any other place where she can be alone.
.
She was in desperate need of peace and had lost any energy to socialize.
Putting your hands on the fence of the teaching building, this wall made of bricks surrounds the entire top floor. In their architectural terminology, it has a very romantic name, called parapet.
When she first heard the name, Jian Anran was also curious about why the guardrail was given such a name. She searched the Internet for all kinds of psychedelic legends, but couldn't seem to find a conclusion.
Unlike the north where the four seasons are distinct, the spring, summer, autumn and winter in Luojiang City hardly change much. Maybe a few leaves will fall off, but no matter when you look at it, you will always see green.
Jian Anran still remembers that it was taught in geography class in junior high school that this is called evergreen broad leaves.
But she didn't know why, but when she looked around, she still felt desolate. It was almost dark after six o'clock, and there was no lighting on the roof, leaving only the faint incandescent light coming from the stairwell. Jian Anran seemed to
I can only see myself, but it seems I can’t even see myself anymore.
"Are you worried?"
A voice as gentle as jade came from behind, like a hard knock on the apex of her heart.
"Dong dong!" "Dong dong!" Is it her own voice? Jian Anran subconsciously reached out and grabbed the left side of her chest.
"It's much warmer today, and the wind is much lighter than the past few days." This most familiar voice seemed unwilling to leave, standing still and waiting.
Reaching out to push the wind-blown hair behind her ears, Jian Anran tried to calm her expression and turned around, "Long time no see, teacher."
It's very different from how he looked in his memory. Wen Siheng put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood very straight from a distance. The light from the stairwell was shining from behind him, and his shadow fell into a long line on the ground, as if Jian Anran took another step forward.
It will coincide with the shadow.
It was a lie that they hadn't seen each other for a long time. Wen Siheng was their teacher. They met each other from afar in class every week, but they hadn't seen him in private for a long time. Jian Anran couldn't even think of talking to him for a while.
Order something.
It was clear that they had been so close before, but now they seemed to be far away.
He is an outstanding teacher who has returned from overseas and is far away in the clouds, while she is a lowly student struggling in three thousand internship positions.
Under the backlight, Jian Anran couldn't see Wen Siheng's expression clearly, so she could only prick up her ears and try to discern the emotion in his tone, "Is your work not going well? Or are you encountering some problems in your studies?"