Taste

In the spring of 2015, Beijing.

The mobile phone screen was on and off, and the lights were not turned on. It seemed that the owner of the room did not intend to let the surrounding darkness disappear.

Yuhuan casually squeezed the empty beer can and threw it in the direction of the trash can, and it actually went in. The empty cans scattered around implied that this was the result of continuous practice.

The bell rang suddenly, and the exhausted man straightened his back suddenly, and immediately picked up the caller without even checking the caller ID carefully, "Hello, Yan..."

For a long time, the tight lips showed disappointment, "Yeah, good brother, I will be there early tomorrow."

Putting down the phone, the man stared bitterly at the address book for a moment, then got up to wash up.

Ordinary people can be divided into two situations on the day of senior year graduation, crazy or enlightened.

Yuhuan was so drunk that day, he still insisted on punching his good brother with his big tongue. He had a typical drunken white face, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was already dizzy.You come and go, a group of people are crazy.It made him very unhappy to run into trouble repeatedly at Yanhan's place, but he had no choice but to vent his anger with alcohol.

Just when a group of people were yelling and blushing like three-year-old brats, Wei Lanze came over quietly, "Brother, your business is my business, don't worry, I know what your troubles are." , so it was planned for you a long time ago, just wait..." Yu Huan scolded shamelessly with a smile, but he didn't take this kind of promise made when he was dizzy to heart.

After Wei Lanze was admitted to university, he finally escaped from the "claw" of his parents. The most important thing for him in the first two years was to play.Clubbing, skipping classes, finding someone to take the exam, etc. can do everything.Later, Yuhuan couldn't stand it anymore, and dragged the person who had been staying up for three or four days out of the Internet cafe late at night, and almost got into a fight on the road.I don't know what the two of them talked about in the end. I only know that the School of Materials lost an unlearned student, and the teachers lost a headache.

A month later, Yu Huan, who was enjoying a graduation trip in Tibet, received a call from Li Xianchu. He understood the content of the call intermittently within one or two bars of the signal, and a sudden and inexplicable post appeared.Although the person in charge of the school forum was in the first year of graduate school, he was originally a cadre of the student union of the School of Physics, and he had a little friendship with him. Yuhuan immediately contacted the senior and asked him for help.So Mu Qingrou's hard work of being blocked eight times is not as good as a small phone call.

However, the poster's nerves are as rough as a century-old tree, and he actually disclosed the "hidden rules" of the forum-the forum administrator can delete any post according to his own judgment, so in the "Second World War" (discussion forum debate contest) ) After the ceasefire, the account was directly blocked by the school forum in the name of investigation.Many years later, a post on Colonel S's forum became the treasure of the town, and the two thousand comments in the comment area became classics.

The senior senior of the School of Materials pointed to the forum and introduced to the freshman "babies":

"See? Who said that science and engineering can only calculate data, and our material institute is still the leader this time!"

The senior senior senior of the Civil Engineering Institute pointed to the forum and introduced to the freshman "babies":

"Look at it, our civil engineering majors have a comprehensive understanding, and use the knowledge of architecture to overcome the literary expressions of the Faculty of Arts. Study hard."

The senior senior senior of the School of Information Engineering pointed to the forum and introduced to the freshman "babies":

"Oh, computer programmers don't rely on greasy experience to type on the keyboard, but how much they remember in their own minds. Look at the code in this comment area, you run it, I really can only make a grassy voice to express my emotion. !"

The senior senior of the Faculty of Arts pointed to the forum and said indignantly to the freshman "babies":

"You have to work hard when you study. You can't just read in one direction, otherwise you will only lose to a group of engineering monsters, you know?"

However, after freshman "babies" entered the school one after another, no one knew who actually posted this post, only the two characters "Anonymous" were placed at the top.

Yuhuan thought that if he deleted the post, he would be done.I passed by the school when I went to report at the new school at the end of August. I planned to go back and have a look, but I accidentally learned about the follow-up when I was chatting with my good buddies.

In the same drinking place, in the similar late night, some indifferent things suddenly appeared in the memory, and became clearer. "Bang", the wine bottle was thrown on the ground. Under the stunned gaze of the people around, Yuhuan slowly took out his mobile phone and dialed Wei Lanze's number.

Wei Lanze trotted all the way here, and for some reason suddenly received a call from his elder brother who had been a little afraid since he was a child. He panicked and abandoned the experiment.

As soon as Yuhuan saw him, he grabbed him and walked towards the corner, the darkness concealed the depression and anger in his eyes, "You posted the school post a while ago?"

Lanze was startled into sweat at first, thinking it was a big deal, but when he heard it, it was his own "masterpiece", ignoring the hoarse voice of the opposite person, and proudly said: "Hahaha, Yuhuan, you finally know Yes, I posted it, but it was accidentally deleted by someone a while ago..."

Yuhuan let go of his hand dejectedly, looked at the person opposite him in a daze, and said with difficulty: "Why are you posting?"

"What's the point? Yuhuan, have you ever really confessed to her? You always say you want to get closer, but every time you just try to attack her head-on, you never try to tell her firmly that you like her, you Want to be with her. When she takes one step back take three steps humbly, so that you will only get further and further apart. And do you really know what is behind her indifference? You never try to understand the other person's heart. I I just want to create momentum for you, as long as you use this momentum to rush forward at this time, you will embrace the beauty if you win, and you will no longer regret if you lose..."

In the darkness, the tightly clenched fists were released, and Yu Huan silently looked at Lan Ze, who was speaking with gusto, without saying anything to refute.He sticks to his pride, his principles, and his gentlemanly demeanor, but what's the use?It doesn't matter whether he was wrong or Wei Lanze shouldn't, he has lost completely, lost to himself.

At 10:30, the show ended on time, and a group of people were so drunk that they couldn't walk straight.

"Hey, you guys, one, two, three... □□, why is there one less?"

"I'm afraid you are too old to drink, let me count... Really, one is missing? You all count."

A group of old men were dizzy and counted on the spot, and finally the numbers six to seven came out.

Yuhuan staggered and walked to the material building alone, confessing his love?No.No, I have to confess.Forget it anyway.A staggering person almost fell.

At the entrance of the building, it was pitch black, and the moonlight could not shine in. Some people regressed and others gave in. The romance in the world was finally buried in darkness.

Two months later, the matter of Yanhan continued to ferment. Yuhuan called Wei Lanze repeatedly every day, and sometimes even woke him up late at night, repeatedly confirming that this time it was not Lanze's handwriting.Growing up with him, Yuhuan knew him well. Although he was a bit naive, he still paid attention to issues of principle.

Yuhuan screened all the people he had come into contact with, but the ones who could record those two sentences were his very trusted and close brothers, and no one else had a chance, "Could it be for... Yanhan here?"

However, Yuhuan still didn't seize the last chance.In fact, as long as he strikes hard now and clarifies everything from the unfounded gossip to the malicious editing of the recording, everything will be reversed.But he has fallen into serious self-doubt and self-denial, thinking that only by finding the culprit can everything end.

The comforting text message has been stored in the draft box of the phone for a week and has not been sent out until someone on the forum revealed that Professor Li is Yuhuan's aunt. The situation has deteriorated far faster than he expected, and he has fallen into a dead end of guilt , unable to advance, unable to retreat, foolishly staying in place, waiting for help...