Xia Chang

Zhang Qi's life is filled with rehearsals and performances, and the remaining time is very little, and all of it is spent on long flights between different cities.When I came to the capital, I encountered a rainstorm in early summer. Black clouds suppressed the buildings, and the dense rain particles were slightly cold, sliding or splashing along the curved umbrella top.

The alcoholic director Zhao arranged a small dinner for the evening, of course it was for a few people in the team, so it would probably be relaxed and fun; a colleague came forward and hooked Shen Chenyang's shoulder, saying, "Archie looks bad today."

"Is it... I didn't see it."

The online car-hailing car came and parked in the open space in front of the hotel. Shen Chenyang held up the dark blue folding umbrella and took the initiative to share the ride with the male colleague around him, but the male colleague suddenly waved behind Shen Chenyang and shouted: " Archie."

Zhang Qi was wearing wide-legged, very long suit pants, and a black silk camisole on her upper body. Her light green canvas bag was slung across her body, and she was walking towards the outside of the hotel with her mouth pursed.

She didn't hold an umbrella.

When Shen Chenyang wasn't paying attention, the male colleague beside him suddenly rushed into the rain, and a few steps to the front of the car, he opened the door and was still shouting: "Brother, you and Archie together."

Zhang Qi felt the cold raindrops hitting her skin. She saw Shen Chenyang holding an umbrella not far away, and suddenly turned around to look at her. Under the rain, there was a strange sense of distortion.

He came over, which made Zhang Qi feel puzzled. After the eyes met, there was a stalemate with an undercurrent; Zhang Qi felt that his breathing slowed down, Shen Chenyang's steps slowed down, and the water hanging on the umbrella eaves fell countless drop.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, with a black earring on his right earlobe. He was about to turn 30 years old. He looked energetic, noble and young. He was Shen Chenyang, and he was also the man she hated and loved in the stage play.

Shen Chenyang said, "Let's go."

"With these few steps, I won't be drowned."

A colleague said that Zhang Qi was not happy today, but to Shen Chenyang's surprise, he saw Zhang Qi grinning suddenly, her teeth were white and neat, so she didn't hold back at all.

Zhang Qi stretched out his hand to open the car door, insisting that Shen Chenyang go to the co-pilot first, and said to him: "Mr. Shen is so caring, thank you for your umbrella."

"no, I'm fine."

Zhang Qi nimbly got into the back seat and sat side by side with her male colleague. Her hair was tied behind her head, and her face sank again. After a while, she said, "I'm sleepy."

The place to eat is not too far from the hotel, Zhang Qi fell asleep within ten seconds; but she knew that she was half asleep, she didn't dare to approach Shen Chenyang again, and she was pampering herself to approach him again.

She finally came to a cruel borderline; Shen Chenyang was neither cheerful nor serious, nor gentle nor funny, except for the light on the stage, he was almost a mediocre man, but Zhang Qi was always ignoring these things, and one day she When facing the people in the play, it is not because of the palpitations and tears of the people in the play.

Zhang Qi felt like he had been poisoned by an intractable poison.

Thursday was the last day of the monthly exam. I had known the news that there would be a power outage at night, and the evening self-study was cancelled. Liu Ningning and Liu Xiaobai held up a desk lamp to argue about the solution to an algebra problem.

Zhang Nian's hair was half dry after washing, and his whole body smelled of damp and shampoo; he was caught, Liu Xiaobai's hand tightened Zhang Nian's wrist, and said: "Look at the question, look at the question, I I think that's the right thing to do.”

"Let go." Zhang Nian couldn't break free, but his mouth was still so cold and sharp, he reached out to take the book from Liu Ningning's desk, and read it in the not-so-bright light.

Frowning, he said, "I'm not sure, let me think about it."

Liu Xiaobai still held on to his wrist tightly, and the night became more and more dense until it covered the last barren sunlight; Liu Ningning went to the balcony, but suddenly came back excitedly, and he said: "The girl opposite is singing!"

In the night, a boy shouted: "Sister, you are so beautiful!"

Electricity is inseparable from the light at night. The campus without electricity seems to be sleeping before sleep, only the noisy and laughing people are breathing warmly; a few flashlights are lit on the balcony opposite, and then, like stars spreading and relying on each other, suddenly , scattered from several small places, lit up a whole piece in the world.

The light is about to fly into the sky and merge with the stars.

The response from the senior was: "Students, I love you more than those in the third year of high school!"

The Ninth Middle School is very old, from the Republic of China to the present; but the Ninth Middle School is very energetic, they absorb self-cultivation, and become the kind of passionate and hard-working young people.

If Zhang Nian hadn't really met Chen Yan, she would still be a daring person in his heart, just like most of the teachers and students in this middle school.

Liu Ningning is probably a vocal genius who has been buried under study. His voice has been integrated into the common joyous song of several buildings. They are singing a very old but always new pop song.

Liu Xiaobai only remembered a part of the lyrics, but he was singing very loudly. Someone had placed speakers on the balcony, so the accompaniment and the clear chorus intertwined, warm, pure and beautiful.

In the middle of the song, the interlude was flowing, but there was a loud sentence from the upstairs of another male dormitory: "The cute little pig surnamed Yan, I am the one who received your letter, let's be together!"

The singing sounded again, and the noise dispersed, followed by endless applause and screams.

During the blackout night, many, many teenagers, they and they, seemed to temporarily hide in a secret place, looked not far away with the weak light of the flashlight, and said heart-wrenching words.

Liu Ningning was very excited, he suddenly grabbed Liu Xiaobai's right hand tightly and swung his arms, but Liu Xiaobai felt that compared to the screaming and cheering crowd around him, Liu Ningning really loved this song.

The singer of the song is Liu Ningning's idol.

"Let's go together, together." Liu Ningning shook Liu Xiaobai's arm, and motioned him to stretch Zhang Nian with glowing eyes; but Zhang Nian was not singing, he met Liu Xiaobai's gaze.

Shaking his head, feeling helpless, he said, "I don't like this song."

"Then you can listen to it together." Liu Xiaobai was still pursing his lips and thinking calmly a second ago. Suddenly, he smiled at Zhang Nian comfortingly. He put the phone in his pocket, and then, with his left hand hanging down Zhang Nian was caught.

Liu Xiaobai's hands were warm, like the warmth of summer.

Zhang Nian seemed to be distracted nervously, he was unwilling to blend in, and his fingers hurt from being gripped by Liu Xiaobai. He was wearing a school uniform with short sleeves, and his half-dried hair was a little more dry. A few strands of his hair were slowly floating in the night wind. He was restrained. Not just the right hand.

After the singing and the screaming and cheering were over, Liu Xiaobai applauded along with many, many people.

Zhang Nian turned around and went back to the room. He picked up the book on Liu Ningning's desk, looked at it again, picked up the book and wrote the simple steps of the answer; he came into the room when he suddenly understood.

Or maybe it was necessary to come into the house, so I had to suddenly see the light.

Liu Xiaobai suddenly bumped Liu Ningning's shoulder bone with his hand, and said, "Zhang Nian went in."

"He did the test, I guess."

Liu Xiaobai couldn't guess too much, he was in a short predicament, within a few seconds, his face darkened, he turned around and went into the house.

The accompaniment of another slow song sounded outside the balcony.

"It's done," Zhang Nian wasn't smiling, but he looked very proud. He was about to paste the notebook on Liu Xiaobai's face, and said, "Your is right."

"Hahaha, let me say that I can't make a mistake!" Liu Xiaobai held up the notebook, looked at Zhang Nian's neat handwriting in the light of the desk lamp, and shook his arm eagerly with the other hand.

"I have something to tell you."

"Ah?" Liu Xiaobai's first reaction was not curiosity, he always kept a proper distance from Zhang Nian, he didn't understand what he needed to talk about urgently.

Zhang Nian still has the usual expression and standing posture. One side of his face is illuminated by the light, and the other side is immersed in the thin dark color. His appearance is too perfect and good-looking. It is rich, handsome, and good-looking that can eliminate aesthetic boundaries. .

"Teng Xi said she liked me."

"Didn't you already know?"

"She said it herself this week."

Liu Xiaobai hesitated to speak, thought for a few seconds before opening his mouth again, and asked, "You agreed?"

Zhang Nian suddenly came to Liu Ningning's desk, he dragged out the chair and sat down, leaving Liu Xiaobai with a low profile, without looking at him.

The conversation changed, and he suddenly asked: "If it were you, would you agree?"

"If you like it, you agree, if you don't like it, you don't agree."

Zhang Nian's fingers were slowly pressing the gel pen, and his eyelashes fluttered. At this moment, he slowly turned his face. He raised his head to look at Liu Xiaobai who was standing beside him, and slowly spit out a few words on the tip of his tongue.

He asked, "Then what is not liking and what is liking?"

Liu Xiaobai felt that he was close to a dream, and for the first time he couldn't look into Zhang Nian's eyes, he was suddenly disturbed; so he could only take a deep breath and back away, playing with the notebook in his hand, and then laughed again; Going up and bumping Zhang Nian's back with his fist, the voice slipped out of his mouth: "Of course I don't know, I have never liked anyone."

At this time, the light above the head flickered a few times at the moment of the call, and then turned on.