[The Wandering Earth] Short Story Collection: The Age of Roses

The movie "The Wandering Earth" Wang Lei X Liu Qi

The extremely obscure campus AU stream of consciousness

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Rain in the north is never the same as in the south.

A bolt of lightning knocked away the gray clouds, and five seconds later, layers of thunder thundered from afar.Holding the mobile phone, Wang Lei briefly calculated in his head, 700 meters, which is the distance between the place where the thunder struck and where he was.

He was still wearing a white coat, standing on the top of a step in the stairwell that would fall if he didn't pay attention.The windows opened inwards, revealing a layer of dark green and light green that was planted last year and only grown this spring.The buildings with red walls and white roofs undulate along the mountain to the end of the campus road. Outside the view that the buildings cannot block, there are gray-purple mountains hidden in the clouds.

He just stood there watching the rain, even reaching out to try and catch a drop or two.However, the summer rain in city S is very different from that in city H. It comes quickly and stops quickly, not the fragrance and mist of the West Lake in his dream.In the place with the lowest temperature in the whole country, even the summer rain carries the coldness of alienation that keeps people thousands of miles away.They rushed to Wang Lei, but they couldn't replace the poems and songs he missed in his heart.

His defense time is scheduled for nine days later, the first in this major.I don't know how a surname starting with W could be ranked first. Maybe the person who drew the lottery has a pair of good hands, or maybe it is like the one who is always the most distinctive and always isolated.

The king is always alone, the one on high is always alone, he always heard most people say that.Loneliness exists as a label they scramble to affix to themselves, as a cover for emptiness, as a protective color.So people with the same color hug together to keep warm. They are colorful and colorful.

But he is out of tune, in the crowd he is pale and transparent, like a blurred fog.It's not that he can't feel emotions and pain, but he is born with no time to take care of this.He doesn't think this label is moaning out of sickness or being self-indulgent, but he doesn't think that a label makes a person so unique.The first day of school people asked him, he said it, and they backed away with weird smiles, and then he was the most out of place.

Wilde said: "We are all in the gutter, but some people still look up at the starry sky." He often used this phrase when writing essays in high school, but after studying for a master's degree, he realized how rare it is for people to do this.Looking up at the starry sky from a flat ground and daring to look up in the gutter are two completely different feelings, and he stayed in the gutter for three years.

We all thought it was too easy to look up, but—but—he thought painfully, the rain is still falling, but when a person is kneeling in the mud with his mouth and nose blocked by the mud, he has the quality of daring to look up and look up at the starry sky. to challenge authority and class.Everyone listens to brainless love songs, only he turns on Bach, so only he is abnormal, and everyone else is normal.

The windows in the stairwell are facing the laboratory building, and tall fescue lawns that are not afraid of the cold are laid out on a large area outside the road.It is always emerald green in November in winter, and combined with the temperature of minus two or three degrees, it shows a psychedelic and strange feeling, but now it is just a thin layer of light green, and there are two boys wearing Wearing a white coat for the experiment, he ran from the experiment building to the boys' dormitory in the southwest.He couldn't help shaking his head. Five floors away, he saw that the white coats of the two boys were already wet.

They are young and energetic, and they still carry the experimental boxes that are only used for organic experiments.The wind blows the white coat of the boy rushing in front, revealing his cropped head and youthful face.Wang Lei heard him yell "Damn", picked up his soaked white coat from the puddle, and rushed under the coat of the boy behind him.

"Li Yiyi, let me block you!"

"...Liu Hukou, my clothes are wet too!"

He suddenly remembered that the boy's name was Liu Qi. During his sophomore year of graduate school, he had given him an experimental class when he was a freshman.Back then he lived like a light or a fire, as good at making mistakes as he was good at solving problems.Wang Lei still remembers him saying at a certain ceremony: "I either win or learn something. But I have never lost."

He remembered that it was Mandela's famous quote.

The boy's figure gradually left his sight.Wang Lei put down his rolled up cuffs and was about to leave.

The lab was still full of malicious whispers, like the three years he had passed.

but.

There are still nine days.

He raised his head and strode down the empty hallway.

All my past is my reward, and all my suffering is my life.

【End】