Yamaishi

Although there are not many dramatic literature courses, waltz is obviously not the whole of life.In the two months after the welcome dance, Shen Zhuoqing was almost completely occupied by exams.Zheng Qinyi looks relaxed and casual, but he is not sloppy with the play. Last month, Shen Zhuoqing's one-act play was almost publicly executed during class study.

From then on, no matter how short the lines are, it has become a habit of Shen Zhuoqing to revise them several times and then perform a round by himself.In this way, time is not enough.

He couldn't help but admire Li Fangqian.The scientific research pressure of the Department of Earth Sciences is notorious. Li Fangqian followed a mentor who was extremely academically rigorous. I don't know where the time came from, but he was able to color his life so brightly.

After finishing the last drama appreciation and criticism, Shen Zhuoqing was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

When I walked out of the library, I suddenly found that the sound of cicadas had disappeared.

But the slanting sun passed through the shade of the trees, and the coolness gradually entered the plane trees. Shen Zhuoqing walked aimlessly in the golden yellow.An unknown person in the Drum Tower in the distance replaced Fei Xiang, and they seem to favor the Little Tigers recently.

Before I knew it, I walked to the auditorium, and I saw a crowd of people, as if there was some activity.Shen Zhuoqing leaned forward and saw the title, starring role and release time written on the brightly colored pictorial.

This is another tradition of the legendary N University.Shen Zhuoqing thought, and squeezed into the crowd.

Inside the auditorium.

The light and shadow are projected on the curtain, and the Tyndall effect makes a little bit of flying fluff clearly visible.On the screen, there are thousands of rivers and mountains, vast mountains and rivers, and thousands of troops and horses are rolling past in an instant; off the stage are whispering and wanton young people, raising their heads and pouring out their true feelings.

"Who chose this film? Waited for two months and showed it to us?"

"The rhythm is so chaotic, and the sensationalism is all about chanting slogans. There is no such thing as a model play, right?"

"Can the filmmakers read some history before showing it? I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and there are only two public screenings in a semester!"

......

N college students have always been outspoken.Originally, the opportunity of a public screening once every half semester is rare. The students who have just experienced the golden age of film are very picky.After a while, the whispers became presumptuous, scolding all over from the film selection person to the education department, and some even left early.

In the end, the exit exit was already filled with noisy voices, slowly overshadowing the roar and slogans at the end of the film.

And Shen Zhuoqing found a silent but familiar figure in the crowd.

"Look, another tradition in N University." Li Fangqian also found Shen Zhuoqing, said goodbye to his roommates, and caught up with him from behind.

It was only later that Shen Zhuoqing realized that the so-called unique tradition did not refer to the public release of the film, but the discussion and controversy that could last for two days after the release.

This time it is just in time for the exam semester, so the discussion atmosphere has been much weaker. In the first half of the year, there was even a temporary change of film due to the excitement of the public. The school had no choice but to extend the screening time by a full hour and a half.

Shen Zhuoqing let out a "hmm", thought for a while and said, "But I actually think what everyone said is quite reasonable."

"Who said it wasn't?" Li Fangqian smiled, "In the past two years, the film selector has become an old pedant from the xx Academy. The style of the film is very paradoxical. I would rather go to the computer room by myself-hey, have you ever been to the computer room? "

Shen Zhuoqing shook his head, saying that he didn't have time to go anywhere except the library and cafeteria recently.

Thinking of the man who scolded the old pedant for not having studied history, Shen Zhuoqing couldn't help laughing.

At that time, computers were still very luxurious items. Although the N University was able to skimp on the activities, it spent huge sums of money to purchase the most advanced mainframes and dozens of terminals at that time.

However, students are too enthusiastic about computer learning, so they need to purchase and register in advance to get extra computer time during non-course time.

Shen Zhuoqing followed Li Fangqian to complete the registration, and looked at the big black men in front of him, showing a dazed expression.

There was a yellow-blue light flashing inside the host, and the humming sound didn't sound noisy at all, but instead became the background sound of a heartbeat.

Li Fangqian taught him to turn on the host computer and display screen very slowly, and introduced the functions of the mouse and keyboard one by one.

"You should be able to learn these next semester, but there is no harm in contacting them earlier."

Speaking of which, Li Fangqian opened the webpage, and after a while, the information of several newly released movies popped up.The heavy display screen turned around and was shown to Shen Zhuoqing.

The screen appears to flicker and colorful entries come into view.

Shen Zhuoqing knew that if he clicked on any of them, he would find a strange world.But in reality, there is a person who connects the passage to the ocean and the universe for him.

""Fengyue"?" Shen Zhuoqing carefully identified the words, and murmured, "Leslie Cheung."

Li Fangqian nodded, and said with a smile, "If I wasn't afraid of finding trouble for myself, I would have applied to Brother Chen. Next time, the student union will be in charge of selecting the film."

"Shen." Shen Zhuoqing shook the seat back and forth, making a rattling sound, "Let's choose together."

Li Fangqian looked at Shen Zhuoqing half-jokingly, thinking that this job is really thankless.

"If I really apply, then I'm afraid I will become the new target of the crusade."

"What are you afraid of, I'll be with you." Shen Zhuoqing still stared at the screen intently, and said very naturally.

At night, the tributaries of the Yangtze River rushed forward across N City.

Next to the river is the ruins of a building built in the Song Dynasty. In the catastrophe where everyone was silent, it was burnt to ashes, leaving only ruins.

Further to the west is the Drum Tower, and the ivy that has been climbing the wall for many years is shivering in the cold wind.

And farther away, there is a faint light shining through the stained glass window, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

That's room 6 in dormitory 502.

Shen Zhuoqing sprinkled some water on the quilt that was intended to be used as a mattress at the beginning of school, and spread it flat on the ground to act as a soundproof carpet; Liu Liu also tore down the quilt issued by the school, took out cotton wool and stuffed it in the crack of the door .The two furtively found a few expired newspapers, smeared a layer of paste on the glass window, and faintly saw the large characters behind the mirror image through the light:

"Supercomputer Comes to America".

Liu Liu pushed the window open, stuck his head out of the window, and looked in through the curtain made of newspaper. After confirming that there was not much light, he closed the window with confidence.

"The pickets won't find out now, will they?" Liu Liu muttered in a low voice, sitting in a corner of the quilt, and began to unpack the sour plum powder.

Shen Zhuoqing was still worried, so he took another newspaper and rolled it into a tube, covered the light bulb, and said in a low voice, "It's done now! Let's start?"

Sun Qianming couldn't hold back his laughter, and with a puff, Liu Liu quickly covered his mouth.

In this way, the "Jungle Poetry Club", which has not yet been approved, was quietly established.

We read and write poems not because they are fun, but because we are part of human beings, and human beings are passionate.Yes, medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits that can last a lifetime.But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are the meaning of our life. [1]

Shen Zhuoqing admitted that when he first saw this passage, his old heart, which had been spurred by the sea of ​​books, suddenly started beating violently.

Carpe diem?Let life transcend the mundane world?Shen Zhuoqing thought of her mother.

20 years ago, she was a Peking Opera actress, and her husband was a musician.

Now she is twisting the ball of thread day after day in the textile factory, and the time she hangs her voice is dedicated to the stove and hospital bed.

She would skip breakfast, and when she was very hungry, she would take ten-cent soy milk and thirty-cent vegetable buns with a vinegar dish. Only on weekends would she buy extra meat for a meal or two.

Passion for life?The meaning of rebellion?These things were turned into ashes in the fire long ago, and even the outlines were lost.Being dull and clear is their only meaning.

It is ridiculous to raise your arms and shout to love life before you are polished by the sharp edge of survival. Obviously, this group of young people who talk at night have not had time to realize this.

They are lucky.Pure gold and uncut jade are as sharp as they are cut, so there is no need to step into the world too early.

The night resonates with the soul.After Shen Zhuoqing finished reading the last sentence, she closed the book in her hand.

"The separation between man and his life, like that between actor and set, is precisely the sense of the absurd."[2]

Amid all the silence, his deep, clear and calm voice trembled like strings on a piano.

The so-called freedom and the so-called longing are actually thrown to the creeper in the Gulou to digest. He just wants to share it with this group of people who can resonate.

Sun Qianming, who was supposed to be his turn, stared at the dim light bulb for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.It wasn't until someone urged him softly that he slowly continued:

"Hold up the floor-length skirt for my lover, lest the mud secretly kiss her corners."[3]

A senior from the foreign language department smiled and said, "Brother Ming, is this yearning for spring or love? Are you speaking so humblely?"

Deliberately suppressed laughter followed one after another, and only the thin newspaper swayed slightly with their breath.

Sun Ganming's face turned red, but he replied with a stiff neck: "What can't be loved! Is there anything Brother Ming can't handle? Wait! I'll show you next time!"

Liu Liu also laughed, peeled a melon seed and threw it into Sun Qianming's mouth, which meant to keep his mouth shut.Sun Qianming glared at him, but said nothing.

"Actually, I've always wanted to hold such a party." The brother suddenly stood up, hit his head on the bed, and grinned instantly in pain.

The good sensational atmosphere was directly broken by the laughter of the people around.

"Hey all of you—" Senior Brother shook his head helplessly, rubbed his head and smiled, "Well, I was watching Brother Ming recite poems, and I wanted to share the story with you."

"Talk, talk, talk!"

No one doesn't like to listen to the ready-made stories, and everyone hastily crossed their legs and urged them.

"The day before yesterday, at the stadium, I saw..." The senior brother paused, and slyly let it go, "Brother Ming bought a bouquet of flowers and gave it to a—"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Qianming immediately stepped over his tangled legs and covered his senior brother.

Everyone looked at Sun Ganming with half-smiles, and someone jokingly said, "It seems that there are really things that Brother Ming can't handle."

"What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at! What are you laughing at!" Sun Qianming was in a hurry, and he let out his voice altogether, "You can let me go, go fuck Er Liu! He is not in the dormitory every day recently! He also likes to write sour poems!"

Unexpectedly, Liu Liu nodded generously, and the smile on his face became wider: "Yes, I'm in love."

???

Even though he was clumsy and clear, he raised his head in surprise.How could this group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old single boys who had just escaped from control be let go, so I asked Liu Liu to explain in detail.

Liu Liu took a lot of effort to escape from three or four hands, and said helplessly: "Actually, there is no story. Our hometown is in a neighboring county, and we have gone to school together since we were young."

"Before we came to N City, we have always had a good relationship, or because of my unilateral insistence, we have always been very close."

"But I know that she probably did it on purpose. I originally wanted to... confess to her after the exam, but I didn't expect that she passed the exam and I repeated it for a year."

"Later, I chased after her and came to N University. Fortunately, I also met you, and this place is very good."

Liu Liu finished speaking in a few words, and Sun Qianming expressed dissatisfaction with this, and asked disgustedly: "Are you really a student of our department?"

The story of the childhood sweetheart crossing thousands of mountains and rivers for love, which was supposed to be enough to write a short play, was actually told downright boring.

Shen Zhuoqing was really troubled by the two roommates, so he stood up and said: "You two are enough! A rainbow is in my heart, a beauty is in my arms, and I am left alone..." After saying that, she pretended Sucking his nose, he put on an aggrieved expression.

Everyone laughed and made a fuss, and no one knew who began to share the love that had quietly sprouted under the strict control and sea of ​​books before coming to N University.

Some people said it was sour, some people were envious, and some people hummed "Nine Sisters".

In the dark night, they were isolated outside the door of 502, and more than ten people sat down under the quilts.The sense of rebellion at the midnight rally is exciting, and the small room can't hold the overflowing hormones.

However, maybe the enthusiasm is a little too much, and we need to open the door and let go.

Just as everyone was chatting about the principal's reading anecdotes, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Sun Qianming was so frightened that his hands shook and he knocked over the unstable light bulb.

"Correct... pickets?"

The author says:

[1] "Dead Poets Society";

[2] "The Myth of Sisyphus";

[3] "Two Gentlemen of Verona".

This chapter is probably used for Amway books and movies ==

PS It’s so slow, let’s sleep together in the next chapter (Tiger and Wolf)