June is our farewell song

Chapter 176
The moon hung in the sky, like a gap in the dark and quiet curtain, from which countless silvery spots of light scattered and scattered on the black.

The wind was blowing, completely different from what I heard in the classroom.

The sound of the wind blowing through the window was muffled, whistling, setting off the sudden ups and downs of silence in the classroom.Lu Siyao hated this deadly silence, dull, old-fashioned, dead silence, but there was no way to break it, the power of one person was so small and weak, no matter how hard she tried, one person's flashes of laughter could not destroy this atmosphere, and the result was formed A pair of irreconcilable contradictions.But the disgust of subjective color can't solve any problems.

So I can only shrink into my turtle shell and endure it unconsciously.In Calvino's "The Baron on the Tree", the baron living in the tree constructs a world on the tree that belongs only to him, and sees all the evil, ugliness, truth, goodness and beauty on the ground, but that is just a whimsical myth. There are no barons in the trees, only turtles on the ground.

The room is not big, but it is well furnished. Entering the door is a bed covered with milky white sheets, pillows leaning against the bed board, a built-in wardrobe on the right, a desk and bookshelf on the left, and a window in the middle.The fluorescent lamp in the room was not turned on, only the night light on the bedside table emitted a little yellow light, Lu Siyao stared at the small yellow orange lamp with slightly trembling long eyelashes, and let out a sigh of relief.

I calculated silently with my fingers, picked up the pen, and drew circles again and again on the desk calendar on the table.

Two years and five months.

Two years and five months is not so long, thrown into the long river of time, it will dissipate in an instant when you close your eyes, not even a ripple can be stirred up.But time is such a wonderful thing. For some people, it is a flick of a finger, but for others, it is a hard time to endure.It is always difficult to establish a closed interpersonal relationship in an unfamiliar environment, and the unprecedented burden makes even Lu Siyao feel breathless, but she is unwilling to bow her head to make friends, so she can only walk from an isolated island to Another isolated island.

It was already very late at night, Lu Siyao looked out the window, facing a building that was still brightly lit, the neon light dazzled the slightly turbid air, and there was a residual smell of burning petroleum fuel all around, the road in the distance The vehicles on board sped past with a great roar.

This is a bustling neighborhood that still can't be peaceful at night. After living for so long, she has long been used to the noise next to her pillow when she sleeps, but today she has insomnia.

She leaned on the window and looked in a certain direction, trying to find a trace in the slightly wider field of vision of this high-rise, but of course it failed.

So she leaned against the window, let her sponge-like heart slowly absorb all the emotions like water, and then twisted them into strings of water drops, dripping down continuously, because from tomorrow morning, she I have to be that Lu Siyao who doesn't care about anyone, who is like a swan.

Gu Yuan sat in front of the old writing desk near the window and sneezed. He turned his head and glanced at the window. It was obviously closed, and in this weather, even wearing shorts and short sleeves, he still couldn’t feel the cold. Could it be a cold? ?

In front of him was a dish of fried noodles. The fried noodles were unpalatable, salty and dry, but he could only make do with it.The original plan was to have dinner together at Qingsi's house after work was done, but the unreliable father destroyed all the ingredients in the kitchen, so they had to go back to their respective houses.Ziqiu and Qi Yu left one after the other, and Wen Jin disappeared gracefully. When he left, the uncle had already started cooking instant noodles in the kitchen.

The long-awaited meal turned into the fried noodles in front of me.

Tomorrow I will go back to school, and there are a lot of messy things besides the class. The clock has turned more than half, and even Juzi and Mario have fallen asleep. It stands to reason that he should also rest, but the weather is really bad. It's a little annoying, it's cold when the air conditioner is turned on, and it's too hot when it's not turned on, and what's worse is the greasy air with excessive humidity.

Unable to eat or fall asleep, Gu Yuan casually turned on the computer.

Anyway, there is nothing to do, why not take this opportunity to search for information on that matter.

The blue light projected by the LCD screen reflected on his face, reflecting the almost transparent fine hair. Looking at the blinking cursor in the search bar, Gu Yuan tapped the keyboard lightly, and entered "Ye Qiuling" in the search bar. "Three words, and then press Enter.

Many entries popped up quickly, but the first few pages were all irrelevant information about people with the same name and surname in other provinces and cities, and none of them were useful.It took more than a dozen pages to find a related article. The entry was created 11 years ago. It was a news report from the Linjiang Evening News. Among the dozens of names of the event organizers, the three words Ye Qiuling flashed past.

But that's all. What kind of work she participated in, what she did, and who she knew, was not mentioned at all in this report with only a few hundred words.

Gu Yuan bit his lip, swallowed, then returned to the previous page, added the second keyword "Literary Society" in the search bar, and clicked the search button again.

The total number of entries that appeared this time was significantly less, but there were still very few truly relevant ones, only three.

The first one is about the activity description of the "Chunlan Cup Literature Salon" held in 2005. It was released on the official website of Nanhua High School. Ye Qiuling's name is also listed in the column of the person in charge of the activity. He saw Chen Ge, right next to Ye Qiuling, but it was not surprising, he already knew that these two, as well as Superlucky's mysterious boss, Si Junmo, were members of that literary club, and it was very nice to organize activities together. normal.

The second article is also in 2005, which is similar to the entry I saw before. It also refers to the last sports meeting before the campus relocation of Nanhua High School. Leadership affirmation and recognition.

"Ten years ago I was doing the same thing as I am now..."

The third article is a list of winners of the provincial composition competition, nothing special, except that the time is also 2005.

"strangeness……"

Gu Yuan opened the official website of Nanhua High School, found the year 2007 in the list of previous graduates, carefully read all the more than 400 names one by one twice, and finally confirmed that there was no Ye Qiuling in it.

In other words, she definitely didn't graduate here.

In the diary I found in the activity room, the last entry date should be July 2006, but there is nothing special in it, just a very ordinary and brief summer complaint.Although the diary disappeared later, they had read it several times before. Apart from the fact that her handwriting was really beautiful, there was really nothing impressive in it.

Ye Qiuling was no longer in Nanhua in 07, and was still participating in various activities in 05. That is to say, the crux of the problem lies in 06, the year when the campus was relocated.

What the hell happened that year...

Gu Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while, then searched for the keyword "Nanhua High School campus relocation".

There are a lot of related entries that pop up, but most of them are stereotyped reports, such as "Congratulations to XXXXX for its complete success". Many newspaper articles contain large paragraphs of words that are not only identical in words and sentences, but even in punctuation. .It looks like they copied each other.

There is no information about Ye Qiuling.

After scrolling for almost half an hour, Gu Yuan felt his eyes a little dry, and Gu Yuan sighed softly.

Nothing was found.

In fact, it's quite normal. An ordinary student, neither Liu Qingsi Jiang Yun's kind of young genius who has attracted attention since childhood, nor those bad kids who are too stubborn to commit any famous misdeeds, can leave a mark on the Internet. It is not easy to write a few entries that contain your own name. It is not impossible to find detailed personal information from the Internet. Even if you find it, the legality and rationality of this is questionable.

But I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Intuition told him that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.He always felt that something was not right.

What is wrong...

He sat up and typed "Chen Ge" and "Si Junmo" in the search bar again.

Seeing the entries that jumped out, he stared at the screen, squinted his eyes, a little surprised.

He knew something was wrong.

The three members of the literary club that he knows so far have no information about 2006 in the entries related to them.

It's as if it was deliberately hidden.

No, it was deliberately hidden.

What happened in that summer ten years ago?

(End of this chapter)