Strawberry West Toast

At 06:30, the base rang the bell on time.The training in the morning is very relaxed, the content is to kick the steps, similar to military training, but the requirements are not strict.After training, Wang Zhen returned to the dormitory and wrote questions on the bed.After twelve o'clock, Li Pei and Zhang Yuan went to bed for a lunch break. In the six-person dormitory, there were two boys Wang Zhen didn't know well. Pei Yiwei told him their names, but they were forgotten after a few hours.

There was an opening event in the evening, and Ma Zhinan asked Pei Yiwei to speak on stage as a representative of the liberal arts class. The manuscript was ready-made, with basic formulas.

Pei Yiwei spread the speech on the bed sheet and read it silently several times in his heart. When he read it, it was smooth and smooth, but the tone lacked high and low changes, which made the overall sound not contagious.

"Dear teacher... dear students..."

"In this crisp autumn November, we..."

"Wait," Wang Zhen interrupted him, "Pay attention to the rhythm and speed of the reading."

Pei Yi paused for a moment, and repeated what he said just now.

This time it was better, and I could feel the rhythm of reading aloud changed, which was more comfortable than the first time.Wang Zhen nodded in approval, Pei Yiwei repeated several times according to the feeling of the last time, and slowly found a little trick.Wang Zhen handed him a bottle of water, and Pei Yi shook his head slightly, insisting on finishing the manuscript.

"It's too hard for you," Wang Zhen said with a smile, "You should have refused at that time."

"It's okay." Pei Yi cleared his throat slightly.

Pei Yiwei was reciting manuscripts in the corridor, while the others in the room had already fallen asleep.Wang Zhen stared at Pei Yiwei's back for a while.It's not cold in the south in November, Pei Yiwei was exposed to the afternoon sun, and she was completely tanned, with a pale golden halo trembling from the tips of her hair to the tips of her shoes.

Wang Zhen wiped the sweat behind his ears with his hands, curled up his fingers, and planned to tap on the glass window in front of him.But not long after, he gave up this idea, just put his wet fingers on the cold green object, and gently scratched it a few times.

The speech in the afternoon went smoothly, Pei Yiwei took less than an hour to achieve the current effect.Sitting under the stage and applauding, Wang Zhen saw that Pei Yiwei's hand holding the microphone trembled slightly.

As the evening approached, there was a thin drizzle of rain in the air, and the students on the lawn had to suspend their training and return to their dormitories.Wang Zhen walked among the dusty crowd and found a corridor to shelter from the rain.A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and the rain quickly intensified. Gradually, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, replaced by the beating of a heartbeat.

Pei Yiwei and a few other boys were helping Ma Zhinan to count the number of people. The teacher in charge of the reception made temporary adjustments to tonight's training, allowing each class to arrange the rest of the time freely.The base environment is closed, there are no entertainment facilities, and the signal is not good. Fortunately, there is a projector in the logistics office that can play movies.

When Wang Zhen entered the room, water dripped from the hem of his trousers. The room was very dark, and there were already three rows of people sitting neatly. It was hard to imagine that there were nearly 30 people in this dark room. If you didn’t see the many faces illuminated by the screen in front of you.

Wang Zhen saw Pei Yiwei who was sitting in the penultimate row, with girls on both sides of him, Wang Zhen sat down behind him and put the umbrella by his feet.

"Are you nervous this afternoon?" Wang Zhen asked Pei Yiwei in a low voice.

Pei Yiwei turned his back to him and shook his head.

"Oh," Wang Zhen smiled lowly, "don't be nervous."

The white light of the screen was projected on Pei Yiwei's body, and after a while, it turned red, gently and slowly enveloped him, diffused around, and turned into a wine-like transparent liquid.

Wang Zhen turned his neck, his calf was unusually heavy, but it was not stiff like iron, but damp cotton, although it was heavy, it was soft and powerless.There is hot air conditioning in the house. 29°C? 30°C?He couldn't figure it out.Watching the exchange of eyes between a man and a woman in love on the screen, he thought of himself in bitter love, and a primitive, sincere and innocent impulse gradually overflowed from his chest.

"Alicia, can we have a long-term commitment between us? I need some proof, some proof as a basis."

The man in the suit looked at his lover sincerely and said to her.

Alicia said: "Wait, give me some time, let me define love. You have to prove it, you have to base it, um... so, first tell me how big the universe is?"

The man said, "Infinity."

Alicia asked, "How do you know?"

The man said: "Because all the materials are written like this."

Alicia asked, "But has it been proven?"

"Not yet confirmed," the man said.

Alicia asked, "Then how dare you be sure?"

The man said, "I don't know, I just choose to believe."

Alicia smiled: "Yes... I think the same is true for love."

In the silence that filled the sky, a vague, undefined thing that could not be called a kiss landed on the black sweater, passed by in a hurry, and soon sank into the darkness.

On the first day back to school, Wang Zhen went to the Academic Affairs Office to go through the transfer procedures. 3 months, only 90 days.Excluding the poor first test, he actually has 13 days left, nearly 100 classes, 312 hours, and a lot more.

At the end of the last Chinese class, Ma Zhinan held a brief farewell meeting.Wang Zhen stood on the stage, unable to speak a complete sentence. In the end, Jiang Yu finished the rest of the words for him, ending the silent farewell.

Wang Zhen's new class is on the third floor, which is diagonal to the old class. There are thick green banyan trees outside the corridor, and the draft will not be too cold or too hot.

Winter in Huishi is usually long overdue. The ambiguous climate is like a rainy winter day. It is hard to say when it will start. When the morning and evening begin to lose balance, and the breath of the evening wind is no longer humid and warm, winter in Huishi is coming. up.

On the day of the volleyball match, Wang Zhen sat in the gymnasium to watch. Before that, he had been to the gymnasium twice.Not to mention disappointment or joy, Pei Yiwei still served as the main attacker, and the position of the setter was replaced by a new boy.Wang Zhen searched for this face in his mind, and gradually realized that it was futile, so he turned and left the gymnasium.

There was a photo of the competition in his mobile phone. Wang Zhen cropped and cropped, adjusted the color tone, but he couldn't satisfy himself anyway, so he threw it into the trash can in the end, not intending to send it to Moments.He opened the chat box, and the dry record showed that the last time he chatted with Pei Yiwei was two weeks ago, he said "Are you busy recently", and Pei Yiwei replied "Well, the monthly exam."

Pei Yiwei's profile picture is a solitary cursive letter "P" with a blank background, which is very simple, giving him the illusion that he is talking to a robot.

He typed a string of pinyin: "peiyi..."

The name of "Pei Yiwei" appeared in the selection column, and the phone remembered "Pei Yiwei", and even organized the following words for him:

"……Miss you."

Wang Zhen deleted one word after another, and suddenly, he felt a violent dizziness.It turns out that machines understand people better than humans.It dissects his thoughts, squashes them, chops them, stirs them, mixes them, and turns them into a series of orderly codes, an invisible electromagnetic wave. It understands what he wants, and language full of emotions is just a Different combinations of numbers.

Wang Zhen shook his head and walked back.