Xia Chang

It was originally a clear and warm morning, and there are many such mornings in a summer, but Zhang Nian couldn't digest the news that Mr. Xu just sent, as if he was receiving shocking bad news. He stood in the toilet cubicle and took another look. cell phone.

He didn't know what to reply.

The huge windows in the classroom allow sunlight to come in, making everything in front of him bright and warm. Zhang Nian pulled Liu Xiaobai's collar, so he raised his head slightly.

His thin cheeks and chin are white and smooth like jade, the corners of his mouth are raised, and he asked: "Why?"

"Ms. Xu, the instructor of the orchestra, said that the posters are going to be changed." Zhang Nian's heart seemed to be hanging in the air, so the momentum in his speech was lost by almost half. He scratched the tip of his nose and continued, "So the posters have to be changed. We didn't pass his review."

Liu Xiaobai still needed a few seconds to extract his emotions, he just gritted his teeth lightly in silence.

Zhang Nian was still standing. He had never been so soft and humble. Suddenly, he said, "Sorry."

"It's nothing." Liu Xiaobai smiled with his mouth open. His eyes were black and shiny, and there were plump silkworms under his eyes, and he said, "After all, I'm not a professional."

"We'll give you the money. You've worked hard these few days." Zhang Nian sat down in his seat, raised his eyes, and added, "I think it's perfect."

Liu Xiaobai seems to never hold grudges, even if there is a quarrel, he will quickly deal with you; he suddenly turned around, his smooth black hair covered his forehead, making his whole face even more delicate.

"You look down on me too much, how can I ask for money if I can't help... Zhang Nian, what are you thinking about all day?" He wanted to reprimand him pretending to be serious, but suddenly he laughed "puchi" After making a sound, Liu Xiaobai stretched out his hand to rub Zhang Nian's hair on his forehead, and said, "I don't know how to rely on that for a living, so it won't hurt me."

Liu Ningning interrupted quickly and said, "Zhang Nian, don't be so stubborn, Xiaobai is here to comfort you."

What was surprising was that Zhang Nian didn't retaliate. He was really panicked and annoyed, but he still maintained a calm and indifferent expression, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Zhang Nian took away the math textbook on the desk within a second of the class bell ringing, and stuffed it into the pocket of the desk, as if he had used all his strength to stuff it deep on purpose.

Inside the book was the final draft of the poster that Liu Xiaobai had carefully drawn.

On this day, the symphony orchestra was still rehearsing intensely at night. Teng Xi brought her own piano and quickly got along with the team. She is serious, professional and humble, able to chat with her peers and take care of the moving Musical instrument students can buy snacks and drinks for everyone.

Zhang Nian put the music score on the table and wanted to pack his backpack. There were not many rehearsal opportunities left, and everyone in the orchestra was tense; it was not all panic, but an obvious one hidden in emotions. Excited, they showed again and again after hard work, and received applause again and again.

Very few of them have music as a career, but they love music.

Teng Xi said, "Do you have time to chat tonight?"

Zhang Nian was already leaving, he asked casually, "What are you talking about?"

Teng Xi grabbed the bag, stepped forward wearing canvas shoes, and followed him quickly; the girl's ponytail was shaking, and the sight in front of her eyes was shaking, Zhang Nian went down a flight of stairs, and then down a flight of stairs, He suddenly panted and turned around, asking her, "Why are you following me?"

"Chat... Aren't you asking what to talk about?"

Teng Xi's panic overflowed from the corners of her eyes and brows, so even her cheeks turned suspiciously red, she asked.

Zhang Nian sighed. Of course, what he was thinking about was why Liu Xiaobai didn't come to him tonight.

"What I mean is," Zhang Nian said helplessly, "There's nothing to talk about, I'm too tired from rehearsal and go back to bed early... I apologize, I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry, bye."

Zhang Nian walked through the hall on the first floor of the art building, regardless of whether Teng Xi followed behind him, the heat from the outside instantly flooded his cheeks, and it was a hot and sticky summer smell.

Downstairs, Liu Xiaobai was standing not far away. He was wearing a black T-shirt, holding two bottles of ice water with white mist hanging in his arms. He was still smiling and said, "I just arrived."

Like Zhang Nianzong, with an expression of not loving anyone, he accepted Liu Xiaobai's water and said, "Actually, I'm still trying to find a way about the poster—"

"no need."

"I really didn't expect Teacher Xu's side... I really like your poster."

"Oh, thank you, thank you."

For some reason, the matter developed into Liu Xiaobai going to comfort a person who was still angry; he tried to put Zhang Nian on the shoulder, but later it seemed a little funny because Zhang Nian was taller.

Zhang Qi was indulging in an ordinary supper after a rehearsal, and five of them sat around a round table with boiled mutton.

Shen Chenyang was not far away, his face was hidden behind the steam from the soup pot. He was dressed simply, with jeans paired with a white and blue checkered shirt with no sense of design.

On Zhang Qi's mobile phone, a message from Zhang Nianlai suddenly popped up. Instead of being direct, he asked tentatively, "Are you off work? Are you busy?"

"I'm eating, I'm not busy." Zhang Qi replied.

Zhang Nian hid under the covers and typed on his mobile phone. He continued: "My classmate has a piece of work, can you ask someone who knows you to help him take a look? Write a review... It's better to be positive, my friend is going to enter the competition." of."

Zhang Qi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, she could hear Shen Chenyang saying: "The drama I received earlier will join the group in the second half of the year."

She couldn't help looking at him, so that she temporarily forgot to reply to Zhang Nian's news, her hands were shaking, and then in the corner where everyone was talking and laughing, she used the camera to leave a photo of Shen Chenyang who was naturally relaxed at the dining table.

Zhang Qi seemed to be a thief in the bright place once, and only after turning off the phone did she get scared and her face became hot. She never dared to refuse or strike up a conversation, and her life seemed to have never been so embarrassing.

"???Fine."

The reply to Zhang Nian was indeed too hasty, Zhang Qi had already given up on it so much, she accepted the scanned document sent by Zhang Nian, and then advised him to go to bed earlier.

"Archie." A colleague called her.

Zhang Qi put down the phone, raised his head hastily, there were probably two suspicious blushes on his face, so someone asked her suddenly: "Ah Qi, are you chatting with your boyfriend?"

The eloquent girl would not give in at all. Zhang Qi had already recovered in three seconds. He raised the gold frame on his cheek with his fingers and said, "I'm chatting with the benefactor."

Zhang Qi is like chocolate, and it is also a liqueur chocolate.

She is always bright and playful, and has a bottom line, which makes many people like her with a pure heart, and think she is a person worth dating.

The colleagues were amused and laughed, and Zhang Qi was also laughing, as if he was drunk from tea; when she looked at Shen Chenyang again, she found that he was the only one who didn't smile.

Suddenly, they looked at each other silently amidst laughter and laughter, with blank expressions. Zhang Qi couldn't tell whether it was Shen Chenyang in front of him or the man she loved so much on stage.

Their eyes staggered, and everything subsided.

Zhang Qi drives home by herself. She likes the bottomless and chaotic night, the dazzling lights, and the sense of freedom of leaving herself in no one's land.

She finally understood that compared to the scorching hardships of career ideals, unattainable people are more terrifying; Zhang Qi took out his mobile phone after parking the car, and she sent the four pictures that were similar but very beautiful to Shen Chenyang.