Fang Qing was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He had not counted how long he had been staring at the ceiling for more than three years.
He loves reading, but he doesn’t read everything. Sometimes he spends more time looking for books than reading. He has read the fifth-grade vegetable’s new book "The Mysterious Case at Stiles Manor" as soon as possible. In the past two days,
The whole person is in a state of relaxation.
In fact, he will have an exam tomorrow. Others in the dormitory are still working hard in the library on this night before the exam. Only he, a salted fish, lets himself go.
For him, tomorrow's exam is just a formality. He went to see Qiuzhao some time ago and felt that it was so hard to find a job. He might as well get a graduate degree and continue wandering around for three years. But now, no matter how hard he tries, he has no choice.
It's too late.
Ding dong.
The whispering sound sounded, and Fang Qing quickly turned over and touched the phone.
He only set "Writer Zhang Qianli" as a special concern. It should be that the fifth-grade vegetative person posted something again.
Tsk tsk, I haven't posted anything these days. I held an activity where I looked at pictures and talked a few days ago, and Fang Qing actively participated in it. However, the competition is too fierce and it's not easy to be the lucky one.
Because of the Chinese Detective Master Award, the fans of the fifth-year vegetative person were besieged. Now the fans basically don’t show up except for reading books. However, as long as the fifth-year vegetative person wants to find a place, they will definitely be on call at any time.
But the "calling order" did not arrive, but Fang Qing waited for a poem.
"When he was a child, he asked his father what was on the other side of the mountain..."
This poem is not long, and you can see the end of the poem at a glance.
After he finished reading the entire poem, he put down his phone and looked at the white ceiling again. But this time, his eyes did not stop on the ceiling, but looked through the ceiling and through the floors, looking at the vast expanse.
sky.
It seems that I can hear the call coming from the distant valley, almost a low roar, struggling, longing, and yearning.
The sound passed through his eardrums and penetrated into his heart.
He seemed to see his parents who were eagerly waiting for him to graduate from college and return home to honor his ancestors. They were sitting in front of the door and looking at him with smiles.
"Look, our college student is back."
It's really embarrassing to think about it this way.
Fang Qing was not from the mountains, he was just a child from an ordinary rural family. He had never even seen the mountains before coming to Bashu.
But he knew that in front of him and his family, mountains stood tall.
There were mountains behind him, some of which his father had climbed, but he had just reached the mountainside and had lost the courage and belief to continue climbing.
Fang Qing clenched his fists. In his heart, a door was knocked hard.
He rolled over and climbed out of bed, found the review materials for the test, hugged them and ran out.
As soon as I went out, I met my classmates who were coming back from playing basketball in the dormitory next door.
Seeing Fang Qing, the classmate was surprised and said, "Fang Qing, why are you going?"
"Library, read books."
"Reading? Oh, by the way, you also want to take the postgraduate entrance examination."
"Um."
Seeing Fang Qing hurriedly running out, the classmate curled his lips and shook his head, muttering, "Tch, I don't usually burn incense, so I just cram it in. Now reading is useful."
Fang Qing had already walked far away and did not hear the mutterings of his classmates. Even if he heard it, he would laugh it off.
Of course, he didn't expect that he would have a good result tomorrow if he was sharpening his skills in battle now, but he had already made a decision. From now on, he would treat all the decisions he made wholeheartedly.
Yes, starting from now on.
…
On this night, some people suddenly put down the snacks in their hands, picked up their fitness cards that had not been used in months and went to the gym.
Some people finally work up the courage to confess their love to their beloved.
Some people put down their mouse and picked up their books...
Because they all know that if they don't act now, the mountain in front of them will never disappear.
…
"Teacher Xu, we will come at the same time tomorrow night."
After the painting class ended, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng and made an appointment with Xu Yuhan to come over for class tomorrow.
"Well, okay." Xu Yuhan nodded, then squatted down and said to Pengpeng, "Then you must take good care of your little dog."
With a smile on her face, Pengpeng patted her trouser pocket and said, "Teacher Xu, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of it."
"Well, let's see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, goodbye, Teacher Xu."
When the father and daughter walked out of Meng Mu's small building, Zhang Zhong looked at his daughter strangely, "You brought the puppy with you?"
"Hmm, Dad said I should take good care of it. If I leave it alone at home, it will definitely be lonely and uncomfortable." Pengpeng took out the origami puppy from his pocket.
"Dad, Teacher Xu said that we should give the puppy a name, and Pengpeng wants to call it Egg Yolk."
"Why." The black lines on Zhang Zhong's head are about to float. Is the name Egg Yolk too casual? Is Peng Peng still thinking about the sun he saw yesterday morning?
"You see it's yellow, so it must be called egg yolk."
Should the yellow one be called egg yolk?
"What if it's white?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Pengpeng seemed to have encountered a problem, scratched his head, thought for a while and said, "Is that called egg white? But egg white doesn't sound good."
The egg yolk didn’t sound good either…
While Zhang Zhong and the others were still on the road, Xu Yuhan and He Jing had sent all the students and parents away. After He Jing also left, Xu Yuhan nestled on the sofa, enjoying the rare alone time in the day.
When she was teaching students just now, she received a notification message from Weiyu. It seemed that Zhang Zhong had posted a new update, but she didn't look at it immediately. Now that she had time, she took out her phone and clicked on Weiyu.
Mountain people...
Xu Yuhan hadn't read the content yet, but only read the title. Her heart was pounding. She looked up at the painting she had just painted on the wall.
Are his new developments related to his paintings?
I clicked on the feed again and took a closer look. It turned out to be a poem.
After reading this poem, Xu Yuhan did not have as deep a feeling as Fang Qing, but she could appreciate the charm of this poem.
Such a poem, if Zhang Zhong just improvised it after looking at his own paintings, would be... too inhuman.
She didn't deliberately keep track of the time, but after she said hello to Zhang Zhong, a reminder came on her phone within a few minutes.
Can you write such a poem in just a few minutes?
Xu Yuhan felt it was incredible, but deep down in her heart, she wanted to believe that this was what Zhang Zhong wrote impromptu after seeing his own painting.
People are always willing to believe in miracles, not to mention that this miracle is related to themselves.
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Thanks to wen197646 for the reward of 500
Pengpeng: Thank you Xiaoxiangyu for the 100 reward.