June is our farewell song

Chapter 117
"Cough cough! Cough cough...cough..."

"Did you catch a cold last night?"

In the literature club, Gu Yuan moved down the "Football Weekly" in his hand, and looked at Liu Qingsi standing between two rows of bookshelves, with some worry in his eyes.The weather forecast said that a cold current from Siberia was heading south, but it was blocked by a warm current from Malaysia. The two waves of air currents with huge temperature differences converged above their small city. It rained for a whole week and the temperature plummeted.The weather was still good for wearing long-sleeved shirts yesterday, but this morning, it was almost impossible to walk out of the dormitory door without putting on a sweater.

"Cough...cough...it's possible." Liu Qingsi stuffed a book into the bookshelf, then rested her head on her hands and breathed smoothly, "I obviously seldom get sick, so I didn't feel cold last night." , Keke..."

"People who don't usually get sick suddenly cough very badly because of some trivial things," Gu Yuan said with some concern, "Such things make people feel the most disturbing."

"It's just irregular eating and rest, don't worry." Liu Qingsi walked to the door and poured herself a cup of hot water, took a sip to moisten her throat, and said, "Why are you the only one here so early today? "

"Because of the rain, the soccer team's training was canceled. Qi Yu and Ziqiu were called away by the English teacher, and they will arrive in a while. Chen Ying is on duty today. Jiang Lu, she should still be under the control of her strict math teacher." I'm holding on to tutoring, but she said that she will be free after the next monthly exam, which sounds very confident. Besides, you are the first one to come. But I came over at 04:30 after class , I didn't expect you to be here."

As Gu Yuan spoke, he turned on the air conditioner, switched to heating mode, and set the temperature at 25 degrees.

"I'll be here at four o'clock."

"Not going to self-study?"

"I don't want to go." Liu Qingsi sat down beside Gu Yuan, resting her chin, her apricot-colored eyes looking out at the pattering rain outside the window, "Obviously there is still half a month before the monthly exam, everyone It seems that there is no room for other things in my eyes, life goes on and on, except reviewing or reviewing, dull and boring, why can't I think about more noble things, scores, are they really that important?"

People like you who can take the top five grades in random exams will naturally not understand. Scores are really important. For high school students, sometimes scores are even greater than their own body or even life. There will not be so many tragedies of jumping off buildings and lakes after failing the college entrance examination.

However, Gu Yuan would definitely not say such a thing.He also understood Liu Qingsi's confusion and boredom. People who deal with boring concepts, topics, and theorems all day long will gradually become boring and rigid. The degree is irrelevant. The exam focuses more on the regularity of logic and form. Thinking is only a part of it. Even the composition with the greatest degree of freedom has various restrictions.All we can do is to sprinkle our own literary talents in that limited space.

For Liu Qingsi, that simply deprived her of all happiness.

She was destined not to be locked in a cage.

"If you don't want to, then you won't be able to." Gu Yuan changed the topic, "Qing Si, have you been reading any books recently?"

""Red Whispering Night Run"."

The two fell into an awkward silence.

It was getting darker and darker, Gu Yuan wanted to turn on the light, but Liu Qingsi pulled him by the sleeve and made him sit down, sitting in the growing darkness, looking at the window stained by raindrops, the teaching area The bubbling voices over there were like soup stuffed in a big pot, only the sound of bubbles bursting could be heard.

Gu Yuan glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was only [-]:[-], the sky outside was already blue-grey, autumn was so short that it was unbelievable, before he had time to sigh the crispness of autumn, winter seemed to be coming vigorously.People sometimes get in a trance and don't know where the time has gone. If clocks and watches hadn't been invented, different people would have different feelings about each day.

The unit of measurement of time has always been changeable. For Liu Qingsi, a daytime may be half a collection of prose poems, dozens of pages of poems, or a novella - but for Gu Yuan, the time is even more Like the fresh memories pieced together from the bits and pieces of life, the blanks in the brain that have not been filled are the years that slip away between sunrise and sunset.

Therefore, whenever he finds that the night falls without warning, there will always be a kind of panic overflowing in his heart, which cannot be eliminated for a while, and it seems hypocritical to say it.He turned his head to look at Liu Qingsi, then shook his head lightly.

"What was that book about?"

"Ok?"

""Red Whispering Night Run"."

"A very absurd story, the whole text is full of weird language and fragmented sentences, just like Wang Xiaobo is playing a game of talking to himself, with overlapping time and space, chaotic characters and scenes, you can learn from this book Going backwards or forwards on any page of the book will not affect the results of the reading."

"There are other novels like this?"

"It's also the first time I've read it. Do you want to read it?" After speaking, Liu Qingsi walked towards the bookshelf, coughed a few times before taking two steps, leaned against the wall and took a breath, "Huh— —I'll find it for you."

"You really don't need to go to the hospital? Or, at least go to the school infirmary for a checkup?" Gu Yuan looked at her worriedly, "Your complexion doesn't look very good, a little pale, to be honest."

"It's okay, I have a little cough every year at this time, but sometimes it's severe and sometimes it's mild. It was fine last year, and it's a little more serious this year." Liu Qingsi said while searching on the bookshelf. "When I was young, I went to the hospital to check After several times, the result is that there is no serious problem, and then I don’t care about it when I grow up.”

"If it recurs every year, it's better to go to the hospital for regular checkups, right?"

Gu Yuan walked to the cabinet by the door and re-boiled a pot of hot water.

"It's all right, it's just a cough, and it usually clears up in a few days, just like a cold." Liu Qingsi walked over with a thin book, "Here, I found it, here it is."

"'Bronze Age'? Isn't it Hong Fu Ye Running?"

""The Bronze Age" is a collection of Wang Xiaobo's novels. Although Hong Fuye Ben is a long novel, it is only one of them." Liu Qingsi coughed lightly, and sat down next to him again, "I suggest you read it before reading it. Be mentally prepared, this person's words are really weird."

"You've said it twice, so, how weird is it? Can you give me an example?"

"Well... let me take a look," Liu Qingsi dug out her excerpt from the bag on the table, "Yes, for example, 'she (Hong Fu) is very convenient wherever she goes, and she waved her hand when crossing the street. , the taxi came over. Those black people were still scrambling, saying, "Miss, I will take you wherever you go. We never owe taxes."

"...Wait, wait, you say it again?"

"As soon as I waved across the street, the taxi came over, and those black people rushed to say, "Miss, I'll take you wherever you go. We never owe taxes."

"Where does this come from? Hong Fu, isn't that ancient? Where did Taxi come from? And it's black, um, so does the previous sentence have anything to do with tax arrears?"

"That's right, this is Wang Xiaobo."

"What a strange guy..."

"Remember to write a review after reading~"

"what?!"

"Otherwise how do I know if you are paying attention?"

"You are so vicious, Mr. Acting President." Gu Yuan grinned, "Why don't you write anything yourself?"

"Be more tolerant of self-discipline and stricter with others. Isn't this a well-known axiom." She stuck out her tongue, "Also, it doesn't matter if I read the book seriously or not?"

"Be stricter than self-discipline... Wait, shouldn't it be stricter than self-discipline and more lenient than others?"

"Sisi! Here we come! Ah! Why don't you turn on the light!"

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was Qi Yu. Gu Yuan turned his head and saw Feng Ziqiu leaning against the door frame with a smile, his hair was wet, and he was holding an umbrella that was also wet in his hand. Qingsi, Liu Qingsi immediately changed to the seat next to her, leaving her in vain.

"Pop..." Jiang Zifeng pressed the control switch of the fluorescent lamp, and the hot water kettle also made a crisp sound. Under the gradually brightened light, the misty water vapor spread all the way up. Looking at the activity room that suddenly became lively, I don't know What, my eyes are a little wet.

Gu Yuan looked aside, although Liu Qingsi, who was hugged by Qi Yu and rubbed against her face, seemed a little reluctant, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and a gleam in her eyes,
"Yo, "The Bronze Age", you also watch Wang Xiaobo?"

"Uh... this is the first book."

"I gave it to him."

"Let me just say, how can someone like you understand Wang Xiaobo's art without help."

"Hey, hey, what kind of person am I?"

"That's the kind of idiot who is full of formulas and theorems, chasing and reading science fiction all day long but still struggling with the logic of the settings in it."

"... I have never done this before."

"Recall carefully, did you ever do this when you showed me "Three-Body Problem" last semester?"

"..."

Gu Yuan was speechless for a moment.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Liu Qingsi couldn't help laughing out loud, followed by Ziqiu and sister Zifeng also laughing.

The last one was Gu Yuan, he also smiled when he looked at Qi Yu, only the one who caused all the troubles still looked innocent.

"What are you laughing at??"

"Hahahahaha, it's nothing, I just think it's funny..."

"Eh? Eh?!"

Qi Yu blinked his big eyes, Bling Bling's.

It was so dark.

Night has come.

(End of this chapter)