Time is not alluring

I sat on the bed covered in cold sweat, looked up at the sky outside the window, it was still gray.

He reached out to fumble for his mobile phone, pressed the power button, and the screen lighted up, showing the time on April 2013, 4, 11:[-] am Beijing time.

I was relieved, fortunately, there was no time travel, and time did not go backwards.

I dragged on my slippers and walked to the living room. The door of the master bedroom was still closed. Mom and Dad hadn’t gotten up yet. The living room was pitch black. Based on my feeling, I walked to the water dispenser, poured a glass of cold water, and drank it .

After drinking, the whole person became a little colder, and his teeth were chattering. He reached out and pressed the hot water button, and stood beside him blankly, waiting for the water to boil.

Holding the mosaic cup in both hands, I walked to the sofa, sat down, took out the remote control, and turned on the TV.

The TV beeped, and there was a brief blank. I was so excited that I hurriedly looked for the remote control, trying to turn off the TV, but accidentally knocked over the mug.

The mug fell to the ground and shattered into tiles all over the floor. Steaming water flowed down the glass tea table. I pulled out a paper towel and hurriedly wiped off the water stains.

Calm down, calm down.

I said to myself.

The TV reverses the starry sky of Van Gogh and the characters of Picasso. The pictures are abstract, the brush strokes are exaggerated and distorted, and the geometric colored blocks are piled up like Tetris.

Then it was bright.

The notice from the student union came down quickly, and fortunately, I was hired.

Sitting in the studio, I was in a state of caution, I didn’t know where to put my hands and feet, and I didn’t dare to cast my eyes randomly. The person who led me to do it was Bi Xiaoxiao, a sophomore in high school.

It is said that she has already submitted the application form, and when this month is over, she will be considered as leaving the student union if she does a good job in the handover.

He is very good-looking, his hair is a little shorter than mine, his voice is sweet and waxy, very gentle, his temper is good enough, and he patiently taught me how to do this and this and how to do this and this.

Every time he finished speaking, he would give me a gentle smile and said, "Have you learned it? It's pretty simple, right?"

At this time, I could only nod my head and say I got it.

Bi Xiaoxiao praised me for being smart, my face blushed with embarrassment, I quickly waved my hands, and said, "It's nothing, it's obviously senior sister, you teach well."

"Then if you don't understand anything, just ask me and go out first."

After staying in the studio for half a month, it was only then that I realized that I was stupid and naive before, thinking that joining the student union would bring me closer to Jiang Chuanfeng, but it was not.

In fact, Jiang Chuanfeng seldom comes to the studio. Bi Xiaoxiao said that 360 days a year, she can count the days when she sees Jiang Chuanfeng in the studio.

I nodded, oh, and said again, "The work in the broadcasting department is really free."

Bi Xiaoxiao smiled, did not speak, patted my head, sat on the table, shook her legs, and said, "After a while, you will understand, are you free?"

I nodded, and heard her say again, "I really can't bear to be here."

"what?"

"I have been in the studio for more than a year." Bi Xiaoxiao counted her fingers and said, "During this year, I have read a lot of poems, played a lot of songs, and read a lot of love letters."

"You know? The happiest thing for me every day is that in the morning, the time is just right, the breeze is blowing, and I open the mailbox full of expectations, and the neatly folded letter paper rushes out, like flowers blooming, Very nice."

"Human beings are so strange. Even though they know what's inside, they still rejoice at the moment they see it."

I looked at her blankly, probably because I failed in reading comprehension, and didn't understand the meaning of her words. She looked at me in a daze, smiled and said.

"I mean... well... it's a lot happier to find something you like from a small studio."

"It's the same for everything." Bi Xiaoxiao said again.

I seemed to understand and nodded.

In the days that followed, I finally understood how "leisure" the studio was. During the flag-raising ceremony, the school leaders made a summary of their speeches, and the volume of the microphone was controlled by the studio.

During the lunch break, apart from playing songs, sometimes I would receive notes from students of the same grade, most of which said, XXX wishes you a happy birthday, and boldly, XXX I like you, but the school stipulates that these Not allowed to broadcast.

Therefore, the pile of waste paper in the wastebasket all came from here.

Found notices, lost and found, English tapes for exams, club activities... are all controlled by the studio.

Occasionally read poems, including Xu Zhimo's, Gu Cheng's, Haizi's, Neruda's, Tagore's, Dai Wangshu's...

Among them, Neruda's "I Like You Are Silent" and Xu Zhimo's "Occasionally" are the most popular.

Play it in a loop several times, and no one will feel bored. Sometimes, I will stuff small notes into the studio, senior sister, please read Xu Zhimo's poetry collection at noon today, please.

I am a cloud in the sky,

——

Don't be surprised,

——

s

You and I meet on the night sea,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

you remember

better you forget

The mutual light at this rendezvous!

As I read it, my eyes became sore.

I used to think that the students in Jiangnan were idiots who could only read. I was too obsessed with grades and ignored too many things. I thought that everyone around me was like this, so I was like this.

Actually not.

There are many club activities in Jiangnan, and sometimes even junior high school juniors will come to participate, such as pulley club, dance club, shellfish club, collection club, charity club...

Life in high school is actually very rich, not just blindly boring, and grades tossed and turned, but I have never noticed it, or the colored glasses I wear are too heavy.

As Bi Xiaoxiao said, happiness is discovered by oneself.

"It's a good read."

"Sister." I said in surprise, and stood up, "Why are you here?"

"Hmm." Bi Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Come here to see you, it looks like I'm too worried."

"Huh? I'm fine."

"No, that's not what I'm worried about." Bi Xiaoxiao shook her head, and then asked me, "Do you know about the North-South dispute?"

"What is that?" I asked suspiciously.

"Which one do you prefer, the salty zongzi in the south or the sweet zongzi in the north?"

"Salty..." I subconsciously replied.

"Me too, but there are always people who like sweet things." Bi Xiaoxiao took an apple, clicked it, and bit it crisply, and said, "Sometimes, some people will give you a small note with all their hearts, and the result in return is, But if it’s not the one he was waiting for, there will definitely be resentment.”

"No way?"

I am surprised, now our world is so simple, how can it be so complicated?

"Hmm." Bi Xiaoxiao began to pretend to be deep again, which made me feel scared, swallowed, and heard her say, "Anyway, what's the problem, you can come to me."

I nodded and said yes.

Bi Xiaoxiao looked at the political book I put on the table, looked up and asked, "Do you want to choose liberal arts?"

"Yeah, it's better to learn arts, but not science." I said honestly.

"What a coincidence." Bi Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "I am also a liberal arts student, so I will be your senior from now on."

"Hello, senior."

Bi Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward and backward with a smile, touched my head and said, "An'an, you are really interesting."

"Ah, is it?" I scratched my head, and replied nana, "I used to be a person who couldn't speak."

"Really?" Bi Xiaoxiao didn't care much, then remembered something, and asked again, "The school girl who often comes to play with you is your good friend?"

"You said Liu Xu, oh, she is my neighbor, we grew up together."

Bi Xiaoxiao nodded, and said again, "I saw her in the student file, and her grades are quite good. Does she also choose liberal arts?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know, it should be science, she is better at science."

"If you don't see her often in the future, will you feel a little lost?"

"That's something that can't be helped." I was very open-minded, and there was no need to bet on my own future.

"That's right."

When Bi Xiaoxiao left, she asked me, An An, would you switch from liberal arts to science?

I shook my head and firmly said no. I have been thinking about it since last year, and I have been struggling with it for another year. There should be a clear result.

"That's good." Bi Xiaoxiao said, "Your friend has come to see you, so I'll go first."

Since I joined the Broadcasting Department of the Student Union, I have spent most of my lunch break here. I seldom go to the library and classrooms.

I was so moved that I couldn't refuse her kindness.

Newton's three laws, mechanical energy and conservation law, curved motion, magnetic field and force, solid □□... I was drowsy after listening to it, and I secretly looked at catkins from the corner of my eye.

—God, if you don’t listen, I won’t listen.

Liu Xu tapped my head with a pen to tell me to concentrate, these are the key points, I reminded her in a low voice, A Xu, I want to choose liberal arts.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

Liu Xu stood up, said to go to the bathroom, and told me to read the physics questions carefully, because I didn't know how to ask her.

I nodded and said hello.

When I opened the political book, there was a stack of photos inside, which I printed out last time. Every time when studying was boring, I would take them out and look at them one by one.

Us in the library.

Us of the statue of Confucius.

Us on stage.

We eat together in the cafeteria.

In a night when I studied until late at night, when I was exhausted physically and mentally, I couldn't help it, secretly, secretly, and watched it over and over again.

Then I sang very convulsively, read love poems very convulsively, and missed very convulsively.

This is really a sentimental age, you can't blame me for being too hypocritical.

It's not that I, don't want to, study science, but really can't do anything about it.

Turn over one by one, the last one is Jiang Chuanfeng from the art room.

Still picturesque.

I stared at the photo in a daze, and put away all my emotions. There was a sound at the door, and I looked up, and it turned out to be Jiang Chuanfeng.