Take advantage of the void

Qi Anju goes to bed at 10 o'clock in the evening and wakes up at 6 o'clock in the morning. He can't be shaken, and his schedule is quite stable.The same is true for this day. After sufficient sleep, a new day will begin.

As long as the weather permits, Qi Anju's regular routine after getting up is to jog downstairs for half an hour.The huge advertising picture endorsed by Song Lingyi is hung on the outer wall of a certain building. He must pass by when he runs in the morning, and he can see it just by looking up.

In the picture, Song Lingyi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared straight ahead, his eyes were dark and mysterious, his facial features looked sharp and aggressive under the shadows, his right arm was hugged in front of his chest, his left arm was raised up, and the knuckles of his left index finger rested lightly on the Under the nose, the wrist just exposed the expensive watch he endorsed.

In the photographer's lens, he looks like a noble and perfect statue, not like a real person.

Qi Anju glanced at it flatly, without stopping at all, and quickly left the building behind.

After running three full laps around the community, it was considered as the end of this morning run.

Qi An lived on the tenth floor, but instead of taking the elevator, he chose to run up the stairs in one go.After I got home, I rested for a while, then started to make breakfast. After eating, I checked to see if the flowers on the balcony needed watering and deworming.The floors and window sills in the house, regardless of whether they are dusty or not, must be wiped carefully as a routine.

After everything was done, Qi Anju sat down in front of the computer and opened the drawing software to draw a new chapter of his comics.Once he started painting, he was very involved. Except for eating and going to the bathroom in the middle, this sitting usually lasted until the evening, when the day's work was considered to be over.

Qi Anju has been on a comic website for several years. In addition to serialization, he has also published physical comic books. He has grown from a small transparency at the beginning to a great master now, and has many readers. In addition, he also contributes illustrations to magazines. I don't earn much money, but it is more than enough to support myself.

For Qi Anju, every day is the same plain and ordinary, and he has no dissatisfaction with this kind of life.

A week had passed since the encounter with Song Lingyi in the coffee shop, and when he was about to forget about it, he received a call.

At that time, he was staring at the computer screen intently, and the only sound in the room was the clicking sound of the mouse. Suddenly, a pile of manuscript paper in his hand turned clockwise inexplicably.Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he stretched out a hand and took out his trembling mobile phone from the pile of manuscript paper.

Seeing the caller ID, he was stunned for several seconds before pressing the answer button suspiciously.

"Hey?"

There was a little silence over there, and said, "Qi Anju?"

"It's me, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, just, I just want to ask you out for dinner."

Have a meal?Qi Anju frowned and said nothing.

The other party continued: "Haven't we not seen each other for a long time? Come out and catch up."

Reminisce?Why doesn't he remember any good old stories between them?Did this person make a mistake?

Qi Anju rubbed the place between his eyes with his fingers, and said lightly: "Sorry, I'm busy recently, maybe I don't have time."

"...Really? Hehe, let's talk about it later." The other party laughed twice and cut off the call hastily.

Qi Anju put the phone away, leaned back on the chair wearily, and before closing his eyes, the face on Song Lingyi's advertisement picture flashed across his mind.

What does a big star come to him for?He couldn't remember when he was involved with him, and he didn't even know him.

With a thought, he opened his eyes, sat up straight, opened the Qiandu page, entered Song Lingyi's name, and pressed Enter.

The information about Song Lingyi was listed one by one.He clicked into the Qiandu Encyclopedia on the homepage and browsed at a glance.

Song Lingyi's encyclopedia is very complete, including his life experience, list of works, honorary awards, and comments from insiders.Qi Anju only saw the part of his life experience, and his eyes froze somewhere.

High School: S City No.[-] Middle School.

He actually went to the same high school as him!

Looking at the time, it was still the same session!

He originally guessed that Song Lingyi was able to call him by his name because he had read his cartoons, or happened to see his photos on Weibo or somewhere.After exchanging numbers, although he felt baffled, he also thought that the celebrity was more approachable. As for the other party's talk about contacting when he was free, he thought it was just casual polite words, and he didn't take it seriously.

But it turned out that they were classmates in high school!

Ordinarily, with Song Lingyi's outstanding appearance, if there was such a classmate, the impression should be more profound, but Qi Anju searched all the memories, and he didn't remember such a person.

Probably not from the same class, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have no impression. If they were students from other classes, then he would not have recognized a few of them.It's hard for someone to become a big star, but he still remembers his former alumni.

Such a comparison, coupled with the cold rejection of Song Lingyi's invitation just now, made Qi Anju vaguely feel a little guilty, but then he was relieved.Even if there is a relationship between alumni, they are still two people who have no friendship in essence. Reluctantly socializing will only make him feel troubled, but it will be easier to reject them.

But the person who was rejected was completely in the opposite mood.

Song Lingyi didn't remember how he hung up the phone, and sat there for a while as if lost his mind, then suddenly woke up, and threw the phone against the wall in anger.

The latest model of the fruit machine, which has just been released for a long time, is so torn apart and dead.

Then he jumped into the quilt and covered his head like an ostrich.

The author has something to say: In this article, Zheng wants to challenge dual perspectives, but suddenly finds it very difficult to write, and I can’t find the feeling at all T_T