Yamaishi

"Correct... pickets?"

A voice came out cautiously, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. After a few seconds, the brother suddenly realized that he took the lead in quickly packing up the light bulbs, scripts and other sundries, and threw them under the bed to hide.Everyone finally came to their senses, and hurriedly rolled up the quilt and stuffed it on the bed.

The knock on the door was still persistent, Shen Zhuoqing held the handle and took a deep breath.

The door opened with a click, and everyone quickly adjusted their standing postures and distributed them straight beside each bed, like soldiers waiting for inspection, all looking at the door in unison.

——Fortunately, I was not pulled into the student union, which is too tiring.After seeing the visitor, Liu Liu thought of this.

The person who came was Li Fangqian, who had met many times, with a red badge on his arm.The people in the whole room were pestered like little poplars.

He stepped in and looked around, there were still melon seeds left in the enamel jar.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said to Shen Zhuoqing: "It seems that tonight is very lively?"

Shen Zhuoqing twitched the corners of his mouth, and because of the distracted eyes of the people around him, he suppressed a smile and said, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"The quilt was sprinkled and thrown on the bed. It's so cold, why don't you cover it?" Li Fangqian glanced at the wet quilt on the bed, and couldn't help frowning.

In a blink of an eye, the cotton wadding stuffed into the crack of the door was sparsely scattered on the ground, and the word "Chuan" between the eyebrows became deeper.

"You guys are really...well prepared."

There are freshmen who don’t know Li Fangqian, who are already dissatisfied with the picket team. After listening to a speech, they feel as if they have been stepped on their tails, and they immediately blew up: "Can you just speak up if you have something to say? Isn't it poetry... a tea party?" ! My team has nothing to do with other people."

Li Fangqian raised his eyebrows, and looked at the boy with false clenched fists, his expression unchanged.

"Go back to your own room within 3 minutes, take your steps lightly, and the teacher will lead the team to investigate later."

back to the house?Anonymous?So what are you doing here?The little boy was surprised, and he didn't dare to move in the distance.

"Wait for me to register?" Li Fangqian turned off the cap of his pen jokingly, making a gesture to write, and the group hurriedly dispersed.

The room became much more spacious for a while. Li Fangqian bent down to pick up the broken cotton wool, threw it into the trash can, and asked the bed with the wet quilt, "Who sleeps here?"

Shen Zhuo shrank his head and raised his hand.

Li Fangqian leaned on the bed rail, tilted his head and joked: "When you plan to sleep, use your body temperature to dry the sheets?"

"It didn't happen suddenly, there is no place to hide..."

"Then why do you sprinkle water? The sound insulation effect of wet quilts is not much better. I haven't learned physics?"

"...I have learned." Shen Zhuoqing muttered.

"It seems that the picket team does not have a good reputation."

Seeing their nervousness, Li Fangqian supported the rail of the upper bunk with one hand, and said to the other two:

"Fortunately, I am on duty this time. If the teacher leads the team directly, the [-]-character check will be indispensable."

Shen Zhuo nodded, and hurriedly clasped his fists to thank him, but was slapped away by Li Fangqian: "Come on!"

Li Fangqian raised his chin under the bed: "The corners of the book are exposed. Your organization disagrees with the establishment of a new agency, so you changed to Liangshan? If you want to 'rebel', you have to be more detailed?"

Shen Zhuoqing hurriedly pulled out all the items, put the book back on the shelf, and moved the wet quilt away, leaving a large water stain on the bed sheet.

As soon as the quilt was removed, Li Fangqian saw a few stacks of books at the end of the not-so-spacious bed, and there was only a small gap at the end of the bed, which was in the shape of legs.

Is this how you usually sleep?How could someone let a book take up half the bed?

Li Fangqian was stunned, and the bed was soaked in the narrow space.He could only wave to Shen Zhuoqing.

"You go to my dormitory. My roommate has gone home after the exam on New Year's Day. My teacher has something to do here, so I'm not in a hurry to go back. I'm the only one in the dormitory now."

Shen Zhuoqing shook his head: "I'll just lay the floor—"

"What are you beating with? It's all wet." Li Fangqian nodded Shen Zhuoqing's only quilt, "In this day, sleep on the concrete floor and wait for the cold. Besides, the two of them don't seem to have any extra Quilt."

N city is very cold and humid in winter. Although the temperature is not low, the chill penetrates into the bones.Shen Zhuoqing wrapped the padded jacket tighter and nodded involuntarily.

Perhaps because of the small number of people, Li Fangqian's dormitory looks very spacious.As soon as the door was opened, the draft paper on the table was rattled by the draft. Behind the door was a piece of white paper, which was full of letters and numbers that were clumsy and incomprehensible.On the balcony, a chrysanthemum was planted in a khaki pot, a little wilted by the wind.

"You sleep on the upper side, my bed. My roommate lives on the lower side. I'll talk to him later."

The space belonging to Li Fangqian is clean and refreshing, with nothing but sheets and quilts; the lower bunk wall is pasted with a poster of Gong Li, which is the photo of the beach white shirt that became famous at the Cannes Film Festival.

Shen Zhuoqing gave a "hmm" and climbed up.Li Fangqian changed into a set of autumn clothes and fell asleep together.

"Brother protects us like this, aren't you afraid of the teacher's blame?" Hearing Li Fangqian's voice lying down, Shen Zhuoqing suddenly asked.

"The junior brother is so worried about me, why doesn't the poetry club just open?" Li Fangqian teased.

The windows were loose with age, and the wind howled through the gaps, making a screeching sound.

The golden chrysanthemum shook and fell without a trace.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you..." Li Fangqian said hesitantly, as if trying to figure out how to phrase it, "Why do you want to start a poetry club so much?"

"This..." Shen Zhuoqing didn't know how to answer for a while, to be honest, he didn't have an answer.Maybe it's the rebellious feeling of holding a group to keep warm late at night is very attractive, maybe it's not easy to meet a group of like-minded people, maybe it's the beauty and tenderness in poetry that just fills the vacancy in life, maybe I just want to choose this way of expression.

Shen Zhuoqing thought for a long time, but in the end he only gave an ambiguous answer: "Maybe...it's because people always look forward to waiting for Consummation."

Li Fangqian sneered in his heart, and made fun of the sourness of the boys in the literature department.Then he didn't speak any more.After a long time, there was a sound of steady breathing, and just when Li Fangqian thought that Shen Zhuoqing had fallen asleep, he suddenly heard a shout from the upper bunk:

"Brother Li, did I mention my home to you?"

Li Fangqian recalled the family status registration form, and the photo in the "mother" column was very familiar.Even Li Fangqian, who doesn't go to theaters, has heard of Huadan who was once famous.He shook his head and asked, "Auntie is a Peking Opera actress?"

"It used to be." Shen Zhuoqing said very softly, "Now her voice is broken. I haven't heard her sing a word since I was born."

Wang Xia lived a good life.

She and Shen Cong grew up together in a troupe in Nanjing, one sang Danjiao and the other La Jinghu.

The singing of the opera was booming, and everyone was familiar with it on almost every stage in Nanjing.Everyone knows the "Little Skylark of Jinling", and countless rich children spend a lot of money for Wang Xia.

But no one expected that the famous little Huadan would not escape the old-fashioned drama of falling in love with each other for a long time and seeing each other again.

Shen Cong was captivated by the song "Locking Lin Bag", and Wang Xia was also captivated by La Jinghu's hand.

The greatest romance of that era was dry wood and raging fire.They used their savings to buy a small courtyard near the troupe.The class master was kind-hearted, and specially gave Wang Xia a set of phoenix coronets, and Shen Cong's beloved gong and drum scriptures were also included.

Later, there were fewer and fewer operas that could be sung. When only model operas could be sung, the troupe leader left the stage.The theater troupe gradually declined, but fortunately, the savings in the early stage were quite solid, even if the troupe was completely disbanded, they still lived a full life.

Wang Xia didn't have much chance to be on stage, but she would still secretly sing "obscene songs" in other courtyards, and Shen Cong would accompany her in a low voice.One singing and one harmonizing, so enjoying peace and comfort.

Just like all the beginnings and successes must have transitions to be considered closed loops, the romance between Wang Xia and Shen Cong was shattered on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.

Neighbors reported the entire troupe.And their chorus of love and concubine became one of the countless crimes.

The opera costumes and Jinghu were found out all over the place, and xxx also found some scores that were expressly prohibited from being performed.

Holding the people's things, and singing the scene of smashing the field-this is a damn thing in that massive revolution.

Shen Cong protected the fragile bones of the piano, and saw young people with different expressions rushing forward, smashing it clean with all his hands and feet.

His hand was embedded in the mud, and the index finger and ring finger of his right hand were deeply pierced into the bone and blood by the fragments of Jinghu.

"What are you doing! Life can go on without drama, but how can I live without you!"

Wang Xia roared, rushed to the pile of costumes, and resolutely lit a fire.

"These things don't belong to me! The old class leader hid them in the bed board! We don't know anything!" Wang Xia stared at Shen Cong, but lied calmly, "In the new era, who can sing?" This kind of rambunctious sound?"

As she spoke, she threw the costume and the piano score into the fire, and discarded them like worn-out shoes.

Shen Cong wanted to stop him, but she slapped him back to the ground.

"One must live!" She looked stern.

She laughed and looked at the surprised young people.The flames reflected half of her face red.His eyes sparkled, and his mouth murmured words that no one could hear.

"Receive remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger."

More and more debris joins the frenzy, crackling amidst the growing flames.

"Let's make a new one and change our love."

Shen Cong looked at the raging fire in despair, crawled on his knees, and fished in the costume with his injured hand. A burst of thick smoke made him cough violently.

"Stop falling in love with the passing water, and realize Lanyin early."

The young people dragged Shen Cong back, and someone's rubber shoes kicked him hard in the heart.

How cruel.

The flames rushed up, and the fingers pierced by the piano bones were bloody and bloody under the high temperature.Wang Xia, a strong man with a severed wrist, struggled and knelt in the mud.He hugged Shen Cong.

Later, the severed finger that had been roasted in the fire could not be rescued, and the heart and lungs injured by the smoke and beating also left long-lasting sequelae.

Wang Xia was still taken away.No one knows what she experienced in the next two years.

It's just that after being rehabilitated, Wang Xia, who saw Shen Cong again, had sunken eye sockets and was bony.

What made Shen Cong feel distressed the most was that this skylark, when it opened its mouth now, had an ugly hoarse voice.

She bid farewell to that era forever and ever.

Of course, Shen Zhuoqing couldn't see these things in Shen Cong's diary.

On the contrary, during the long period of homelessness and starvation, the diary only stays in their leisurely sharing of food and the fragrance of firewood and rice.

Shen Zhuoqing always remembered the sentence on the title page of the diary:

"Her stage name is Yu Qianye, and she is the most beautiful peony in Jinling City."

Li Fangqian clutched the quilt tightly with his hands, not knowing how to speak for a long time.

The reason why the catastrophe is called a catastrophe is mostly because it was burned up too vigorously, and even the memory cannot be left to future generations.

City N has endured the wind and rain for thousands of years. There are so many loyal and courageous people here. Too many people would rather bend than bend in the catastrophe. Their hard bones were covered with thorns until their metatarsal bones were broken in the fire. They sacrificed their blood to the descendants, leaving behind a nameless monument and a tomb of clothes. .

However, Li Fangqian couldn't criticize Wang Xia harshly, "Seek perfection with grievances".

He even felt that it must be a harder heart and stronger self-esteem that could burn the glorious years and drag out the dignity trampled in the mud and escape together with the seriously ill husband.

It even made Shen Zhuoqing grow into the frank and enthusiastic look he is now.

"Shen Zhuoqing—"

Li Fangqian suddenly reached out and knocked on the bed, his tone was gentle and encouraging, "You have to be good."

Don't fall for jade.

Hearing this voice, Shen Zhuoqing suddenly smiled slyly, and his eyes showed the unique light before a child's prank.He turned over and sat up, poking his head back and forth on the lower bunk.

I saw Li Fangqian huddled in the thick green army quilt, leaving only his head outside, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyelashes were twitching.

Shen Zhuoqing shoved his cold hands into Li Fangqian's neck in a tricky manner, and then immediately lay back on the upper bunk with a force on his waist.

"Shen Zhuoqing!" Li Fangqian hadn't come out of the story, and was brewing emotions. He was instantly terrified by the cold, angrily and laughing, and raised his hand to pat Shen Zhuoqing's bed board a few times.

"Brother, good night!" The instigator felt the tremor under his body, chuckled, covered the quilt and lay down contentedly.

"Accompany senior brother to find a disc and play a movie tomorrow!"

The author says:

Look, did you sleep together? (bushi)