After taking a shower, Sang Zhi sat back down and fiddled with the camera for a while. She transferred the photo of Duan Jiaxu to the computer, created a new favorite and put it in it.
I also included the group photo I took when I went back to Duan Jiaxu’s house last time.
She thought for a while, logged into QQ on her computer, and dug out the photos she had secretly taken of Duan Jiaxu from a private photo album in the space.
The three photos have different tones and pixels.
Putting them together like this gives an obvious and distinct sense of time.
Sang Zhi stared at it blankly for a while, then suddenly remembered the stage of his senior year in high school.
During that time, her condition inexplicably deteriorated. She had always done well in physics, but she often made careless mistakes. Her overall grades plummeted, and her ranking in the grade continued to fall back.
On the day I received the coming-of-age gift from Duan Jiaxu, Nanwu City's exact results came out.
It was the worst test she had ever taken in her entire senior year of high school.
Therefore, after the day's self-study is over.
She was called by the teacher for a talk.
The head teacher noticed her previous affair with the gym student in the next class. So when her grades dropped, she thought it was because she was in a relationship that affected her grades.
When communicating with her, she was extremely merciless.
Sang Zhi listened to her lesson silently, but repeated "I'm not in love" again, then returned to class, picked up her schoolbag and took the car home.
All in all, I only get half a day off a week in my senior year of high school.
After school is over on Saturday afternoon, they have to come back the next day to continue their evening self-study. But most students leave home at noon and arrive at school in the afternoon.
The day she came home happened to be her birthday.
Liping and Sang Rong are cooking in the kitchen.
Perhaps because of her birthday, Sang Yan was at home for the first time, sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he saw her coming back, he just raised his chin and said softly: "Duan Jiaxu sent you a courier and put it in your room.
.”
Sang Zhi nodded and returned to the room in silence.
She closed the door, put the heavy schoolbag on the table, looked down at the sender on the express box, and then slowly opened the box.
I saw a set of cosmetics inside and a greeting card attached.
Sang Zhi opened the greeting card.
The man's handwriting is grand and neat, with only one line written.
——Wish Xiao Sang a happy childhood.
This seems to be what she has been waiting for a long time ago.
All emotions surged up.
The pressure brought by the senior year of high school, the teacher’s unreasonable accusations, and the uncontrollable sense of grievance.
Sang Zhi stared at this sentence, her eyes gradually turning red. After a while, she couldn't help but let out a choked sound in her throat, accompanied by tears that kept falling down.
I feel extremely uncomfortable.
She didn't dare to let anyone hear her, so she squatted on the ground and tried her best to hold back the crying. Her whole body was shaking, and then she started to hiccup.
It's like I can't breathe.
At that moment.
Sang Zhi truly realized what it was like to truly grow up.
I no longer dare to cry wantonly and regard complaining as a shameful thing;
I no longer dare to regard willfulness as commonplace, and clearly understand what should be done and what should not be done;
I no longer dare to have wild dreams, no longer dare to regard fairy tales as life, and let my life become regular and boring.
It is something that is not worth looking forward to at all.
…
The phone rang, interrupting Sang Zhi's thoughts. She came back to her senses, blinked hard, reached out to pick up the phone, and took a look.
——A message from the pursuer.
Sang Zhi clicked to read it.
Pursuer:【Are you free tomorrow?】
Sang Zhi thought for a while: [No.]
Pursuer: [What about the day after tomorrow?]
Sang Zhi:【No.】
Pursuer:【The day after tomorrow?】
Sang Zhi:【No.】
Pursuer: [Not even at night?]
Seeing this, Sang Zhi flipped through the class schedule and replied: [There are no classes on Wednesday night.]
Pursuer: [What a coincidence.]
Pursuer:【I am also free.】
Sang Zhi:【But I have to do my homework.】
Pursuer:【Should I accompany you?】
Sang Zhi curled her lips and typed "OK", then quickly deleted it and changed it to "Let's talk about it later" very reservedly. She put down her phone, went to the toilet to wash up, and then went back to bed.
It's already lights-out time, and everyone else in the dormitory has gone to bed.
Only the phone was left with the light on.
She chatted with Duan Jiaxu and fell asleep unconsciously. Maybe it was because she never received a reply, so after a long time, the screen lit up again.
Pursuer: [Good night.]
The time displayed on the phone has passed twelve o'clock, ushering in a new day.
Sang Zhi said goodbye to her eighteenth year.
On the day she turned nineteen, she regained her dream when she was thirteen.
But it's not the same as last time.
It was hopeless that time.
This time, it will definitely be possible.
The next day, after the morning class.
Sang Zhi went to the dining hall to eat with her roommates, and heard them chatting about something: "I heard in the group that the school will hold the fifth Digital Media Art Competition recently. Do you want to participate?"
Wang Ruolan: "Do we have to form a team?"
Ning Wei: "Well, there will be no more than 6 people in a group."
Yu Xin: “Can other departments also participate?”
Ning Wei: "Yes, this is for the whole school."
Wang Ruolan: "Do you want to participate?"
Yu Xin wasn't very interested: "Forget it, I'm too lazy."
"Let me take a look," Sang Zhi took out his mobile phone and opened the class group to take a look, "The categories of entries include animated short films, micro films, game design, interaction design..."
Ning Wei: "The animated short film seems pretty good. What's the theme?"
"There are several, commemorating the 100th anniversary of the founding of Yihe University, publicity, and Yihe folk culture." Sang Zhi flipped through it and glanced at it again, "The game design does not need to conform to this theme."
Wang Ruolan: "But for game design, do we have to find a team from the software department?"
Ning Wei: "No need, you can ask the teacher first."
Wang Ruolan: "How can I participate?"
Sang Zhi: "You have to find an instructor first, then form a team and sign up."
Yu Xin: "You all want to participate?"
Wang Ruolan: "I'll just ask, but actually I'm too lazy."
Several people talked about this matter for a few more times, and soon, the topic naturally moved to other places.
Sang Zhi had an attitude of participating in competitions whenever there were competitions. She happened to hear that Liang Jun, a senior in the department with the same major, also planned to participate, so she told him and the two formed a team.
Plus Ning Wei, one of Liang Jun's classmates, and a girl in the class.
So we decided on five people in the group.
In order to accommodate everyone's time, Liang Jun made a reservation for the five of us to have dinner together on Wednesday night and discuss the work. Therefore, the things that he and Duan Jiaxu had agreed upon before fell through.
Knowing that she had her own affairs, Duan Jiaxu didn't say much and just made another appointment with her for the weekend.
This competition takes two months from registration to submission of works.
The group has decided on a theme and found an instructor, planning to make an animated short film. As for creative things, I don’t have any good ideas at the moment and can’t decide.
After some discussion, there was someone in the group who had a class, so Liang Jun didn’t waste any more time and divided the work for everyone and asked everyone to go back and think about it.
Ning Wei did not go back to the dormitory with her and went to find her boyfriend after the meeting.
Sang Zhi looked at the time and saw that it was just past eight-thirty, which was still early. She took out her phone from her pocket and slowly sent a WeChat message to Duan Jiaxu: [What are you doing.]
Pursuer: [Work overtime.]
Sang Zhi:【Oh.】
The next second, Duan Jiaxu called and asked, "Are you free?"
"The meeting just ended," Sang Zhi said, "Why do you always work overtime in this job?"
"If you don't have anything else to do, I'll just work overtime." Duan Jiaxu's voice contained a faint smile, "If you are free, then I will get off work."
The temperature in Yihe has started to heat up recently, but at night, the temperature is still a bit cool. Sang Zhi put his other hand in his pocket, kicked the pebbles in front of him, and reminded: "It's half past eight now."
Duan Jiaxu: "Does the dormitory have access control?"
Sang Zhi: "Yes."
"What time is it?"
"Twelve o'clock."
"Isn't there still three and a half hours?"
"Oh." Sang Zhi whispered, "But I won't go back that late."
There was a rustling sound on the other end of Duan Jiaxu, and he said leisurely: "I'll take you to have a midnight snack and then send you back to the dormitory, okay?"
Sang Zhi thought for two seconds: "What to eat?"
Duan Jiaxu: "What do you want to eat?"
Sang Zhi: "I haven't thought about it."
"Then I'll go over and make a reservation. You find a place to sit for a while," Duan Jiaxu said, "I'll drive there now."
Duan Jiaxu walked into the parking lot, found his car, and unexpectedly saw Jiang Ying, whom he hadn't seen for several months. His eyelids moved, he glanced at her, and immediately looked away.
Seeing him, Jiang Ying moved her steps and stood in front of his car. She took out her wallet from her bag, turned it upside down, and said seriously: "I have no money to spend."
Duan Jiaxu unlocked the car and got in.
Jiang Ying stood still, staring at him sitting in the driver's seat, and said very matter-of-factly: "Give me some money to spend."
"..."
Be silent for a few seconds.
"Duan Jiaxu, have you really found a girlfriend?" Jiang Ying took the initiative to speak again, "Is it the college student from the hot pot restaurant last time? It turns out that college students are easy to deceive."
Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyes, looked at his phone, and replied to what Sang Zhi sent.
Jiang Ying said to herself: "I have already told others that you want to marry me. I also told my mother about it and she agreed."
"..."
"Don't even think about finding another woman. I'm not done with you in this life. You know I've liked you since junior high school," Jiang Ying pointed at him with red eyes, "How dare you find a girlfriend! How dare you
!”
Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes.
He remembered when he was in junior high school.
Compared with that time, the woman in front of her has lost her childishness, become mature, and has a bit of an old-fashioned look. But her appearance seems to have not changed at all.
Still as hysterical as now, full of hatred.
She accused him in front of everyone, saying that he was the son of a murderer. When she saw him, she was always excited and angry, with resentment in her eyes, as if he was Duan Zhicheng.
The most serious one was when she pushed him directly from the stairs on the second floor of the teaching building. Looking at his bruised and bleeding forehead, she didn't feel uneasy at all, but showed an almost twisted smile.
"Your dad killed my dad, so you have to die too."
…
Duan Jiaxu lowered the car window and raised the corners of his lips: "Let me tell you something."
Jiang Ying stared at him.
"If you feel that this matter is not over, you go find Duan Zhicheng." Duan Jiaxu's mood was very light and he said calmly, "You want him to marry you and become my stepmother, I have no objection at all."
Jiang Ying was disgusted by these words. She immediately walked to the driver's seat and said angrily: "Fuck you!"
next moment.
Duan Jiaxu started the car and said in a gentle tone: "Then I wish you a happy wedding in advance."
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