Xia Chang

Zhang Nian was almost late for his lunch break. He was holding a piece of paper that had just been printed in his hand, as if he was holding something fragile. He entered the door panting lightly, and found that Liu Xiaobai hadn't slept yet.

In fact, Liu Ningning didn't sleep either, the two of them were at Liu Xiaobai's desk, watching the video on his phone; Liu Xiaobai turned around and called him, "Zhang Nian, I saw you in the school's new promotional video."

"Oh...you, I brought something here, let's take a look."

The corner of the paper was slightly soaked with sweat from Zhang Nian's hands. Liu Xiaobai reached out to pick it up. After looking carefully, he could still read the chic and graceful Xingkai handwriting on the paper.

Liu Ningning also turned off her phone and came up to watch it. Zhang Nian leaned against the cabinet and explained, "My sister found the art consultant of their crew, a doctoral student from a prestigious school, and he reviewed your work."

Of course Liu Xiaobai could understand the full of professional and objective words of praise. He was surprised that Zhang Nian had taken this matter to heart so far, but after thinking about it carefully, Zhang Nian was responsible and stubborn, so there was nothing unreasonable.

Only then did he see two beads of sweat hanging on Zhang Nian's cheeks.

Zhang Nian's gaze was very direct, but not very warm. He left Liu Ningning's closet, and suddenly turned to go to the balcony.

The world at noon seems to be put into another hot and quiet space, the indoor air conditioner is calmly blowing air, this summer, on the way to the hottest place.

Liu Xiaobai glanced over those smart handwriting and neat signatures, and suddenly he was speechless, he only heard Liu Ningning say: "You are amazing, you are really amazing."

The most inexplicable thing was that in that instant, Liu Xiaobai's heart jumped up... At this moment, he calmed down again in his mind.

Zhang Nian didn't speak anymore, which didn't surprise anyone, the three of them got into bed and closed the curtains, saying good afternoon to each other.

It wasn't until after dinner that day that Zhang Nian was free to talk to Liu Xiaobai about the poster in detail. He put the plate opposite Liu Xiaobai's plate, sat down, and said, "My sister said he praised you severely."

"It's too troublesome, thank you, thank you too." Liu Xiaobai was a little helpless in the surprise, and even felt that Zhang Nian was crazy for a moment. He picked up the vegetables on the plate and said, "I will definitely frame them and store them when I go back."

The pumpkin soup in the small white bowl was translucent yellow, and Zhang Nian's eyes were on it. He finally picked up the chopsticks, then looked at Liu Xiaobai, and said, "Don't be kidding."

"I'm serious, I'm very happy... I'm very happy to be recognized."

"He thinks you can be a great designer."

When Zhang Nian said this, the expression on his face was still as calm as ever, but Liu Xiaobai could see some sincerity. He shook his head, a little stunned, and said, "I never thought about being a designer...I'm already a sophomore in high school. Time is running out."

The air-conditioning in the room and the sunset light from the window were all in harmony, and the portrait seemed to be entering some kind of fantasy. Zhang Nian raised his head and looked out of the cafeteria window, pursing his lips, as if he was feeling sorry.

But in the end, I could only say: "If you like it, you can give it a try."

"Okay, I'll think about it, really, really, really."

Liu Xiaobai didn't know if he was lying or not blinking his eyes, he suddenly blurted it out in an unsteady tone, he faced too many obstacles, so no matter how much he likes him, his career must have nothing to do with art .

There seems to be always a gap between him and Zhang Nian, but they are too compatible, so they are always ignored; Zhang Nian has never had a life like Liu Xiaobai, so it is probably difficult for him to understand him.

It was an ordinary evening at the end of the sophomore year of high school, Zhang Nian was struggling with the rehearsal of the orchestra; and the freshly released monthly exam results had long been ignored by Liu Xiaobai.

His heart is full of that earnest commentary on the work from afar.

Zhang Qi originally rejected the massage chair at the airport, but a friend who was traveling with her forced her into it. She felt as if she was being wrapped up, and she suddenly lost all sense of security.

The circle of friends posted new news, Zhang Nian blinked her sore eyes wearing contact lenses, she suddenly seemed to have fallen from a height, and she was shrinking into the rather huge chair in great surprise.

The four photos are similar with minor differences. Zhang Nian can tell that Shen Chenyang has carefully retouched the pictures and sent them out. He has no words or expressions, which makes it even more difficult to guess his intentions and motives.

Zhang Qi completely closed his eyes.

From the airport to the airport in another city, the companions in the same company have no work tasks, so they are always playing casually. She can be regarded as Bai Fumei, and she can also be regarded as a social expert, but the first moment she saw Shen Chenyang, she was still Admiring very frankly, he tightened Zhang Nian's arm.

"He's so good-looking!" The moment she entered the hotel room, her partner immediately praised her, and it wasn't until she put away her luggage that she noticed Zhang Qi's low mood.

So he asked her, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Qi was standing by the bed, looking for a change of clothes from the box. With her head lowered and her back turned to the window, she said as she moved, "I met him as soon as I came here... What's the matter, I'm so annoying."

"Is your handsome guy allergic?"

"My mother—we have a grudge, and it's very deep." Zhang Qi sat down, and then simply gave up on herself, lying on the soft and wide bed, covering her eyes with her wrist, and fell into deep thought.

Of course the partner took this as a joke, she suddenly had an idea and teased: "You two won't... love each other because of drama? I think it's quite a match."

Zhang Qi was like a swaying piece of wood on the water, she didn't want to think about anything, suddenly her mind was full of Shen Chenyang.

"He has a girlfriend, don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Qi said these words very gently, but in fact, it seemed that she stabbed herself a few times with her voice. She pulled the huge pillow and hugged her in her arms, her eyes were tightly closed.

I don't know if my partner continued to ask something, and I don't know who and what things are suddenly entangled in my mind. Zhang Qi fell asleep, her tightly pursed mouth bent slightly, and her body curled up to the side.

In the dream, it was a desolate wilderness, very cold, with the wind blowing on him, Zhang Qi turned his head, and saw Rong Miaoyi standing nearby, she was much paler and weaker, in front of the pile of dark weeds Standing, her skirt hugged her slender legs tightly.

"Zhang Qi." She shouted two words, already choked up, big tears slid down her cheeks; Zhang Qi was about to turn around, but the second he backed up, he bumped into someone's arms.

The moment Zhang Nian saw Teng Xi in front of the theater, the slanting sun was mischievously hiding in the clouds. The girl held up the concert ticket and asked him with a smile, "Did you come to see this?"

"Yes, send a ticket, come and relax."

Zhang Nian doesn't hate Tengxi, let alone like it. He just communicated in the symphony orchestra these days, so he has more to say; Zhang Nian turned and went up the stairs, following the short Behind the team.

Teng Xi is not obsessive, she is always direct and not too sticky, she raises her eyelids and smiles, and asks Zhang Nian, "Can I treat you to supper after reading it?"

"No need." Zhang Nian changed the ticket to the other hand, and he shook his head.

Teng Xi experienced anticipation and silence, she didn't say anything, but just stood behind Zhang Nian, the light of the setting sun cast on her face, and also on Zhang Nian's face.

The wind is blowing, there is the smell of river water, it is hot.