Yamaishi

Shen Zhuoqing has been helping at home during the summer vacation, but Li Fangqian has only been home for a week, and then followed his teacher to Yunnan for field surveying and mapping.Before leaving, Ruan Linlin murmured and complained that he didn't care about the family, while she still stuffed all the imported goods for reducing summer heat and repelling mosquitoes into her luggage.

"Mom, it's only been two months, so I don't need so much." Li Fangqian took out a few bottles with a wry smile, looked at them, and found that the packaging was quite delicate, and it was written in a language he couldn't understand.

Ruan Linlin hurriedly stuffed it back, still muttering: "I don't know how to give it away if I can't use it up? Is there no girl in the group who is afraid of insects?"

Li Fangqian was about to refute that there was no girl in their group, but thinking of Ruan Linlin's look of looking forward to introducing her girlfriend, he nodded and said, "Okay, we all use it together."

Among the group, Li Fangqian seemed to be the one with the most luggage, making other people in the group always joke that he was the young master who was sympathetic to the people.Of course, a joke is a joke after all, in the mud, in the pit, where it should go, Li Fangqian went down without saying a word.

When I came back from school, the walls of the cafeteria were refurbished.Shen Zhuoqing noticed that the crumbling ceiling fan had been replaced with a more powerful and safer model. Presumably, Li Fangqian, who had already run for the chairman of the student union, truthfully reported the aspirations of N University to the logistics department.

Not seeing each other for two months, Li Fangqian got a lot of tan and cut his hair short.The most obvious thing is that the glass cover that was jokingly called "covering a puddle of autumn water" is gone.

"Where are your glasses?" Shen Zhuoqing asked.

The facial features of the person in front of him became more three-dimensional after taking off his glasses.Due to being outside for a long time, there are faint sunburns on the eyelids, which contrast with the whole face.

"Don't mention it. On the way back, I took off my glasses and took a nap for a while, maybe I fell on the train." Li Fangqian said, took out three stones from his bag, and handed them to Shen Zhuoqing.

"I picked it up in Yunnan, and each of your dormitories has a piece. Although it's not a stone forest color jade, and it's not worth anything, it looks pretty to me."

Shen Zhuoqing took the stone as if he had found a treasure, and observed it carefully.

"There is a piece specially for you. At that time, I thought it was clear, so I marked it. But now I see everything is blurry, so you can only look for it yourself. It is oval, can transmit light, and the pattern is water flow. appearance."

Sure enough, Shen Zhuoqing found a crystal-clear and transparent stone, which glowed yellow when facing the sun. Looking carefully, he could find that there were dots of impurities forming a very light pattern, like water flow and breeze.

"Why is this reserved for me?"

Shen Zhuoqing didn't realize that he had become very sticky in an instant, using his usual distasteful tone, half asking questions and half acting coquettishly.

"Because I look like you." Li Fangqian rubbed his eyes and said with a smile.

Because of the frequent rubbing of his eyes, Li Fangqian was sent to the optical shop by Shen Zhuo before he finished packing his luggage.Although the glasses at that time were not as thin and delicate as they are now, there are still all kinds of full-frame glasses.

Shen Zhuoqing picked up a spectacle frame with an exaggerated and strange shape, put it on the bridge of Li Fangqian's nose, and couldn't help laughing.

"Stop making trouble." Li Fangqian looked in the mirror, unable to accept himself like this, and turned his head to walk towards the obviously more normal shelf.

"It's pretty cute." Shen Zhuoqing smiled and picked up another one. The black frame was thick and big, and it felt funny when wearing it, "You wear this thief like Teacher Zheng Qinyi."

Li Fangqian took another photo, and felt that this one seemed to be the most normal among all the colorful people.

"Then let it be." Li Fangqian said that he was about to pay.

"Actually, you look good without glasses." Shen Zhuoqing got close, and under the strong light, he could see the transparent fluff on Li Fangqian's eyes, and he couldn't help staring at it for a long time.

"What if I don't wear it? I can't see anything clearly now."

"I heard that there are glasses that are worn directly on the eyeballs outside. It sounds a bit scary, but it is quite magical. Aren't you going to Stanford? You can buy it and try it after you go out."

"That's called contact lenses." Li Fangqian smiled, "I thought, as a person in the Department of Literature, there should be sensationalism at this time."

"What's the matter? 'I'll be your eyes'?" Shen Zhuoqing's glasses turned into a crescent shape with a smile, and he spoke with a trembling sound, which was very nice, "Li Fangqian, what did I usually do to make you You have such a big misunderstanding about the Department of Literature?"

Li Fangqian cleared his throat, imitating his ups and downs on the sink that day, and said in a tone: "Forgetinthee, their cupofsorrowhere. (In your arms, forget a lot of misfortunes)"

After that, he spread his hands provocatively, which means that you have done too many similar things.

The imitated Shen Zhuoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and really wanted to laugh and scold you for being so pretentious, but suddenly realized something, and raised his hand pretending to hit:

"Okay! You can understand clearly! Just say you're a liar!"

Li Fangqian retreated and hid outside the door, and said while running: "I've said it all, it's because I've been cramming for English recently—"

While talking, he didn't see the steps under his feet clearly, he stepped on the ground, and the whole person lost his balance and fell down.

Shen Zhuoqing rushed forward to support him, and propped his right foot under the steps to stabilize Li Fangqian, but he twisted his own foot because of too much force.

"Okay!" Seeing this, Li Fangqian stopped joking, and stretched out his hand to wrap Shen Zhuoqing's arm around his neck, using his shoulder as the fulcrum for his injured foot.

"Look at the road, now you don't even want to be my eyes! I'm going to be your right foot."

Shen Zhuoqing's feet are not so badly injured, but they still need to be nourished for a while.

During this period of time, Shen Zhuoqing had difficulty moving, so Liu Liu brought meals and fetched water, and Sun Qianming even borrowed books, so it was very comfortable.However, Li Fangqian, the instigator, was busy with the preparations before going abroad, and did not come to greet him once in half a month.

Shen Zhuoqing was angry, turned her breathlessness into motivation, and made the poetry club more and more prosperous.

Originally, the members were only students from the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literature. Gradually, more and more people came to try it out, and 502 could no longer stand up to these people.While Shen Zhuoqing was preparing the project materials for establishing the club, he was looking for a suitable meeting place—there were more people, so we couldn't always sneak around in the middle of the night, right?

Before the approval was issued, the open space under the Drum Tower became a new gathering place.

Shen Zhuoqing didn't care how many "poems" the poetry society produced.Sometimes, a few simple words are more moving than the poems written by racking your brains, which is why he prefers to listen to other people's stories.Perhaps it is this casual and cozy atmosphere that is so attractive. As a "non-staff society", the Jungle Poetry Society has a better reputation than many small societies.

At that time, Gu Cheng and Bei Dao were in fashion, and the weekly selected calligraphy, paintings or articles would always be posted on the publicity column of N University, and more than half of the column of prose and short poems were the works of members of the poetry club.

Li Fangqian stood in front of the display window and found that under each work, it was written: Instructor Zheng Qinyi.

"I thought he was going to be busy."

Li Fangqian once read an interesting article in the club, and found that the instructor was still Professor Zheng. He couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many things to do, and you are so caring about the students. This is my role model in the future."

At that time, Zheng Qinyi didn't resist Shen Zhuoqing's soft and hard thinking, and became the instructor of the poetry club.It's just that he doesn't only have one name like other club teachers, but he really organizes weekly readings and reads members' works carefully like "correcting homework".

Listening to Li Fangqian boasting about his mentor, Shen Zhuoqing's tone was unknowingly rippling: "That's right! Teacher Zheng can be regarded as the number one role model in the Department of Literature, right?"

He would jump out of the outline and spend two hours talking about multiculturalism and religion in the movie, and listen to the students' passionate speeches with a smile on his eyes; he was full of gentle expectations for life, and loved to say early morning into midnight, staying up until two o'clock to change his homework was he It is called "tasting poetry and fantasy", and every bit of mundane things is a note that jumps out for him.He is passionate about remembering everyone's name.

Li Fangqian looked at Shen Zhuoqing's dancing and dancing, and even regretted that he had provoked this topic, so he interrupted with a smile: "Seeing that you like Teacher Zheng's class so much, why don't you stay at N University as a teacher in the future, from a student to a colleague ?”

Shen Zhuoqing scratched his head embarrassingly, and said, "Of course it's good if you can stay, there won't be any Master N who doesn't want to stay?"

However, the young teacher program of N University requires overseas experience and at least a master's degree of the same level.Shen Zhuoqing was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Where is Senior Brother Li? Will you go back to N University after finishing your graduate studies in University B?"

"Return!" Li Fangqian answered without hesitation, without pausing for a moment, "Which Master N doesn't want to go back?"

Zheng Qinyi sometimes reads together with members of the poetry club.

On an evening when the sky was full of purple clouds, they sat on the ground, with peanuts and sake on the meal supplement.Zheng Qinyi set up a place by the river for everyone, a bunch of furry heads crowded together, facing north.

"It's a pity that I don't teach graduating classes." Zheng Qinyi looked into the distance with burning eyes, "Otherwise, in a few years, I can accompany you to watch the last sunset at the turn of the century."

Shen Zhuoqing leaned beside him coquettishly, and said softly: "We can watch together without teaching!" There were echoes echoing from all around him, and they all said that they couldn't bear to miss Teacher Chen.

Zheng Qinyi stared at the tumbling colorful mist.After autumn, the ground around five or six o'clock is still a little bit hot.A group of people fell silent suddenly, and they all looked across the river.

The color of the sunset gradually fades as the sun disappears, but the lights of Wanjia are dotted and reflected on the water, sparkling.

"River lantern!" A girl from the museum pointed to the other side, and everyone followed their fingers to look, and saw the colorful strips of lights shining around the river. The romance at that moment was like eating honey suddenly.

They started whispering, talking about the future and dreams.

In the next ten years, some people will stand on the podium, some will wear white coats, and some will continue to make swords with pens.

Struggle in all walks of life, they will get off work, and when they get home, they will open a software called "Weibo" tiredly, and brush the topic #N市暮霞# on the local board, and suddenly think of this autumn in 1997.

Then I felt spontaneously: Ah, so this is our era.

The author says:

#李方迟The misunderstanding of the Faculty of Arts was deepened by Shen Zhuoqing#