[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

It is said that spring will come after the snow melts, so in contrast, after the holiday, school will naturally start.It's just that this winter vacation before graduation has a little more free time than in previous years because there are not many classes even after school starts.But it's a pity that Huang Shaotian has always been restless, and it is precisely because of his restlessness that this holiday, to him, is still like the opposite of "sit tight and listen to Mahler". It's over in a few moments.

However, the time flies by quickly, and he has done a lot of things in this time that hastily slipped away.

During the winter vacation, Wei Chen saw that he had nothing to do, so he gave him a child and asked him to help teach a few lessons, so the future master, the hope of the string department tomorrow, Huang Shaotian, escaped from the clutches of the school orchestra's year-end rehearsal After that, I still couldn't escape spending a lot of time on campus.The piano room is routinely closed during public holidays, and only a small number of classrooms in the whole school are opened for daily use, and some classrooms don’t even have a piano—but it doesn’t matter to him whether there is a piano or not, since he doesn’t know how to play anyway. He can't even use it for basic tuning.

But for Huang Shaotian, the short period of a few classes was like a reenactment of a nightmare many years ago. He managed to get through that and everything seemed to be killing chickens. " stage, and now the scene reappears after many years, but he has changed from the person who made the noise to the first victim of the noise. This change of identity did not bring him the joy of being a teacher. He listened No matter who was playing the piercing hollow string sound, he thought deeply about the deep intention of Wei Chen's action, and finally came up with the answer when he turned over the second page of Homan's textbook - I'm afraid there is nothing to teach him. The deep meaning of recalling bitterness and thinking sweet is probably just that his labor force is more convenient and smooth to use.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and sighed in his heart, but his face was solemn and serious. He sat on the stool, took his own bow and imitated what Wei Chen did back then, and poked at the score on the music stand. The voice was even and steady: "Raise the head of the piano, sink your right shoulder, don't raise your big arm so high, you won't be tired when you lift it, I'm tired just looking at it."

When he said this, he was very serious, and the calm that unconsciously settled in the corners of his brows and eyes made him really look like a steady and mature teacher, not like he was pulled to make up the numbers.

Of course, Huang Shaotian himself was not aware of all this, Yu Wenzhou pulled up a stool and sat by the window by the heater, looked at Huang Shaotian who was in class with great interest and laughed.

He was stuck in time to wait for Huang Shao to finish class, but he didn't know why the time was delayed a bit later today, so he had to sit by the side and wait, but the facts proved that he was waiting for more than half a while. For what it's worth, this kind of Huang Shaotian is rarely seen in normal times.

That serious and earnest look, as if he had never made these little bugs and mistakes.Yu Wenzhou's smile deepened as he thought about it. Before he left school for the holiday, he met a teacher in the corridor who had taken an elective course in the string music department before. They exchanged a few words, and the teacher knew that he had cooperated with Huang Shaotian in a competition. project, recalled: "Ah, Huang Shaotian, I remember his."

Yu Wenzhou thought that he would be remembered because of his excellent skills or good grades, but he didn't expect the teacher to pause for a while and smiled: "This student is really special. He dared to play the piano in my class when he was a freshman. Lazy with your head on the music stand."

This reason made Yu Wenzhou laugh for several days, but he knows the current affairs as a hero, he can always fight back loudly when Huang Shaotian is about to hold his shoulder. It was just an accidental mistake. At the time, he explained with a timely and appropriate smile: "Although I feel like laughing a little, that method is actually quite clever."

Unexplainably praised for his wit, Huang Shaotian smoothed his hair obediently, and was about to reply modestly: "Oh, Wenzhou, you are too polite, why are you talking about this to me? Did you just realize that I am so witty? Don’t repeat what we both know—”

However, before his well-chosen onomatopoeia of sighing had time to generate the first syllable, he saw the smile flashing in the eyes and the corners of the mouth of the person on the opposite side who couldn't hold back even though he was speaking solemnly.

As a result, those modest and decent words were no longer used. Those words rolled over from Huang Shaotian's heart, and in the end, for some reason, they all turned into a single sentence. ah.

Yu Wenzhou used to laugh a lot in the past, but most of the time he always had such a calm expression that didn't reveal anything, even if there were countless moods and thoughts in his heart, what he showed was almost always calm and well-proportioned. Smiling, but at this time, Yu Wenzhou, who seemed much more real in this accident, made him feel extremely novel.

Seeing that he seemed to be lost in thought, Yu Wenzhou asked, "Shaotian, what's wrong?"

Huang Shaotian glanced at him, and tried his best to explain in a relatively calm and serious tone: "It's nothing, I just think you look pretty when you smile."

The person who was praised was taken aback for a moment, and then Yu Wenzhou laughed again. At that time, they were about to take the bus from school back to the city. Standing under the bus stop sign in the howling wind, he said, "Shaotian, turn around Come here a little bit."

"What?" Huang Shaotian, who thought the topic had been covered, turned to look at him unpreparedly, but he didn't expect that Yu Wenzhou raised his hands to pinch his cheeks that were a little stiff from the cold wind, and raised them to help him. He put on a slightly exaggerated smile, and replied politely but obviously speaking nonsense with his eyes open: "I also think you look good when you smile."

At that moment, Huang Shaotian's mind seemed to have five hundred drummers from the symphony orchestra beating the sound of timpani at the same time. He was rumbling, and he held Yu Wenzhou's hand dumbfounded, deeply feeling that the way he might go out today was not right. Satisfied.

But Huang Shaotian didn't think it was a big deal about that laziness.At that time, I was still young, and no one had done a few stupid things.Huang Shaotian thought to himself, but then he thought again, this is not possible, Yu Wenzhou already knew his dark history, and he had to find some time to ask his classmates about Yu Wenzhou's first school.

But he suddenly remembered what Yu Wenzhou had told him before about how he was admitted to the academy. When he knew it, he only felt admiration for him. He had never had such an experience before, and he couldn't experience it personally. No matter what, he felt empathy. I'm afraid it's all a bit exaggerating, but now that his mood and relationship are no longer the same, he feels some little distress in the admiration he used to.

But that was only for a short moment. Yu Wenzhou himself never avoided talking about this matter, nor did he always like to talk about reminiscing about the past, as if it was just an ordinary road, although he and others The journey is not the same, and it has been a lot of hard work, but now the road leads to the same goal, so it was revealed yesterday, and there is no need to point it out.

Huang Shaotian knew that he never felt that the past was misery and a bumpy road. Even though he has done better than most of his peers now, there is still no major change. And persist as before.

And luckily, so was he.

Now when I think about the things at that time, it seems that there is some nostalgia and suddenness. The time in this time is so fast that it is almost like a dream.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to hold the other's hand, Yu Wenzhou looked at him, although he didn't know what he was thinking, but he blinked habitually and smiled at him.

That's fine now, he thought.Those things in the past will eventually become the past, and the future is what they want to go together. Compared with those unbearable past events, he still prefers to look forward.

But the conversation between Yu Wenzhou and the teacher that day was not limited to these insignificant chats. Yu Wenzhou was not the first batch of students to participate in the composition competition they participated in. results, not to mention being able to get a full scholarship and a place for further study-there is no such precedent in their college.

And as the time for the announcement of the results approached, his originally calm mood became more and more uncontrollable. Although this competition was just a way for him to continue his future studies, it was nothing more than saying something special. With more honors and bonuses, there are other good schools to choose from, but he just kind of accepts that the meaning of this is different.

That song is like the true feelings and painstaking efforts that he crushed little by little with his own hands. There are as many undercurrents of deep affection and metaphors as there are expectations for the unknown future in return.

That day, he stood alone on the overpass of the school and looked down. Pedestrians and vehicles passed by from time to time. He watched the crowds and vehicles going back and forth, thinking, maybe what made him feel uneasy was not that there was no way to win. That game - he is naturally not afraid of failure and setbacks, how could he be where he is today without the failures in the past?But he did have uneasiness in his heart, and the source of that uneasiness might be that he wanted to continue walking with Huang Shaotian too much.

And this continuation, this together, coincidentally, happened to be the literal meaning.

He was thinking about it, but he received a text message, the content was simple, asking him: "I will take the students to class at school tomorrow, will you come?"

If you ignore the fact that he is reluctant to teach students, and if you ignore the fact that he is a teacher who is just a temporary help, and maybe exclude the fact that the teacher is still a student who has not graduated, then this This text message seems to give him an illusion, as if one day many years later, he will still receive such a message from the same person, a common daily inquiry, I will take students to class in the afternoon, do you have time? ?Do you want to come over, let's go home together.

Every word and every word are so ordinary and ordinary, but they seem to have infinite magic power when connected together, people can't help but imagine and look forward to it, as if the unknowable future is right in front of them, stretch out your hand Can be firmly held in the palm of your hand.

But in fact, the future is really too long and too far away, Yu Wenzhou thought, sometimes a person can't even predict what will happen tomorrow, how can he dare to assert or imagine the countless years after?

While thinking about it, he replied the message: "What time? I will find you then."

And Huang Shaotian also felt the same way, he also applied to the school that hosted the competition, and the result has not come out yet, when he made up his mind to say that future road and want to walk with you, he was in I have imagined such a future in my heart, they will continue to be classmates and continue to study in the same school. Although in fact, because of different majors, the direction of study is also very different. I am afraid that being a classmate does not have much substantive meaning, but the wish is always Wish, it seems that if everything goes according to this idea, then those roads that are not yet clear will become easier to walk in the future.

So the time for the results was getting closer and closer. Although the two of them didn't say anything, they were still a little apprehensive.While waiting, Huang Shaotian ended his short life as a substitute teacher, and was about to start contacting his tutor to plan the graduation performance. Yu Wenzhou had already determined the direction of the graduation project and was about to start writing it.

And when there was already a little warmth of spring in the wind blowing in front of him, Yu Wenzhou received a notice from the International Affairs Office of the college, asking him to go to the office on weekdays.Since the phone call was made by a part-time student student in the office, I couldn't say exactly what the reason was, but Huang Shaotian, who was sitting next to him when he answered the phone, also listened to the general idea. After picking up the line, he asked: "The result came out. gone?"

"I didn't say it, I won't know until I go tomorrow, but it should be about the same time depending on the time."

Hearing this, Huang Shaotian put down his book and lay down on the table, thought for a while, and then said: "Tomorrow? Then I will go with you. Are you free before that? Let's go somewhere together."

A while ago, he heard from a classmate in the composition department that in the second grade, Yu Wenzhou played a piece of Franck's "Violin Sonata in A Major" with other students at the welcome party of their college, and Yu Wenzhou was the piano accompaniment. .Thinking about it, this is actually not surprising. Many students in the composition department are proficient in a variety of musical instruments. It is quite normal for one or two students to be above the average level, but what he cares about is not this matter, but that song.

So at that time he asked, can you find some time to practice the accompaniment of this song again, and we can play together when we have time?

But in fact, Yu Wenzhou had forgotten the performance at the welcome party long ago. He was stunned for a moment when he heard Huang Shaotian mention the accompaniment of this song, and then laughed: "I don't believe you don't know that this song has always been Known as the mainstay of torture gang... I know you have a big homework due next week and you haven't started writing it yet, but you don't have to be so active to drag me into the water?"

But jokes are jokes, even though he didn't know why Huang Shaotian suddenly remembered this song, he still agreed without hesitation.

"Do you still remember the last time you promised me that you would join me in a Fu Xiaozao?"

Yu Wenzhou naturally remembered that even if the pieces he had practiced so well were put aside for a long time, there would still be some sporadic body memories left over, and it would not be difficult to pick them up again. When he was practicing by himself, he once thought that Huang Shaotian would suddenly invite him to play this ensemble together. The intention of the first piece of music, in the end only one result was left.

So he replied: "Of course I remember."

So before going to the office the next day, they went to the third-floor platform of the main teaching building together.The campus of the main building was newly built later. There is a semi-enclosed open platform on the third floor. When it was built, the school placed a commemorative old piano presented by a former alumnus there for the passing students. Or pedestrians play.

It stands to reason that the most indispensable thing in the conservatory of music is the piano. They can be found everywhere in their old and new piano room buildings, and in the classrooms of the school. If you want to play the piano, you can always find many places to choose from.This piano placed on the platform is not a great brand-name piano, and its timbre can only be regarded as "not out of tune", but it has always been unexpectedly popular with everyone.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s the only sheltered place on the platform. It’s very convenient to hide from the sun. Sometimes there are often students who are waiting for someone nearby or have nothing to do. Naturally, no one cares about it, whether it is playing Lach or pop music, people will listen to it and there will always be applause—as if the music has left the hall and falls among the crowd, and it becomes less lofty and difficult to approach—and this It also seems to be very in line with their school's philosophy. Music should not be shelved, it should exist in everyone's daily life.

Sometimes passing by there during class breaks, I would hear someone playing an unknown piece of music, and if the students walking on the road were lucky enough to hear it, they would hum a few words softly along with the melody, either accurately or inaccurately.

This platform has almost become a place that everyone likes very much in the school. The surrounding walls are used as bulletin boards, and there are always posters of various clubs posted all year round. It is a small formal performance. It is said that someone once proposed marriage here, confessed their love, and some graduates specially came back here to take wedding photos—of course, these are also part of the countless campus legends. , It is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is that everyone likes this place very much. It is a relaxed and wonderful connection point between them going to and from the piano room and classroom day after day. That way, there are no stage lights, just a common ceiling light.It is even so simple that there is no music stand for accompaniment or string accompaniment. To put it bluntly, there is only a single piano, but from the day when the new building was built and the piano moved in, there are new songs every day. , Every day, different people play with different moods.

He once saw students from the Vocal Music Department improvising operas that he didn’t understand with a score book. Their high-pitched singing voices were full of charm, and they sang the somewhat sparse and simple platform into an opera house; I’ve seen the school’s choir perform small activities there before. The hymns with simple melodies are not very artistic, and he can’t quite hear the lyrics sung by the students he doesn’t know. The singing is solemn and full of reverence - he can understand this kind of mood very well, there are so many forms of music in this world, it is impossible for him to understand and like all of them, but he should keep an eye on what he doesn't understand. Moderate distance and respect are what every student of music should know at the beginning of his career.

As a result, those high or clear, intelligible or incomprehensible singing and piano sounds gradually dissipated in the wind over time, but the atmosphere that seemed to be filled with music everywhere in the whole school could never be dissipated .

They arrived very early today, no one was using the piano, and the students and teachers around came and went, most of them passed by here for class or self-study. He took out his piano from the piano case and said, "This seems to be the first time I 'performed' with you."

Yes, he called this a performance. In the past, they usually played together in the piano room or practiced together. He is not a performance professional, so there is almost no chance to perform on stage with Huang Shaotian on formal occasions. With two people in completely different professional development directions, this possibility will only become smaller and smaller, so this small and crude platform, such an ordinary piano, is actually the first time they have met in public. ensemble.

"Isn't it? That's why I have to cherish the opportunity and perform well." Huang Shaotian said as he set up the shoulder pads, he habitually held his fingers and opened them again, took a deep breath, "Let's start."

The high-pitched and exciting initial sound of the violin sounded, followed by the extremely flat accompaniment in comparison. Although they called this ensemble play a performance, Huang Shaotian did not face the audience as he did during the performance—— He was facing Yu Wenzhou, and the first few bars with special significance that were circulated in the first movement passed quickly. Because of its typicality and representativeness, this piece of music has been analyzed and explained many times in class. Even if he hasn't played it for a long time, Yu Wenzhou basically knows which part of it will have a back and forth turning, and where there will be a sublimation of the main meaning. He even remembers these trivial details very clearly, so he will never forget This is such a song with a very strong emotion.

The passionate double-tone at the beginning, the fast-moving allegro in the climax, and the accompanying piano sound all the time, these factors are exactly repeated by them.Many onlookers stopped around as they played, but Yu Wenzhou was not in the mood to pay attention to them. The piano part opened the prologue of the next theme, and the question-and-answer phrases that followed were getting faster and faster. The notes are as turbulent as the emotions that can break free from the keys at any time-but here, even such a violent high pitch is short-lived, it will return to calm at any time, but it can repeat itself again and again in the subsequent melody .

It is like a vast ocean with ebb and flow, a vast sky where clouds gather and disperse, but it is also like a heart that is stagnant because of one person or one thing, a withered flower swaying in a strong wind, a flower that lasts forever, but always A dream that cannot be realized.

He stepped on the accent pedal in accordance with the needs of the melody, and the rich short sound of the piano was shrouded in the sharp and fast legato of the strings, and then gradually slowed down and weakened, entering a section of repeating themes—the opening chapter seemed like a The slow-bow short sentences like three sighs, it seems that if they stop here, they can go back and forth like this, endlessly.

When he first learned about this piece of music, he remembered that his teacher once said that this piece of music was a wedding gift from the composer to his friends. A phrase at the beginning vividly simulates the tone of several words.

At that time, they were all just entering school, and they had an indescribable bitterness and hatred for the boring music theory class. On the contrary, they always had inexhaustible enthusiasm and exploratory spirit for the gossip about composers or performers. This is said by Yu Wenzhou I have seen it before, and as expected, someone in the classroom gave the answer.

He still remembered that it was an afternoon class, and the curtains were drawn in the lecture theater to play ppt, and the bright light in the afternoon could only penetrate a little, making it look dim. He sat in the first row, spinning a tube of fountain pens in his hand, calm in his heart He read the answer calmly, but without any emotion.

And today, four years later, he was sitting on the piano bench, playing this piece with Huang Shaotian that he had no special feelings for, only to realize that those words in the books, those interpretations of the emotional sustenance in this piece were not the same. There are a few more illusory lines, the only intersection is drawn with a highlighter, maybe the exam is to be tested-they are now really through his own performance, through Huang Shaotian's string part, and he is bit by bit with him. Integrating seamlessly, although there are tens of thousands of people in the world, there are always many different emotions among these thousands of people-but when it comes to love born from the heart, when it comes to all kinds of love, but there is always are all similar.

The dead have enjoyed immortality, but the living will have eternal love.

Maybe it doesn't always come together slowly from the subtleties, but there are always those strange and intense emotions - never had before, and there will never be again in the future - all started by one person, and because of one person And finally.

The excitement will eventually return to normal, and the enthusiasm will always cool down with time, but the main theme that has been running through the whole time will not.He dropped his fingers, remembering the answer that his former self silently read in his heart.

The voice that belonged to the past and came from the past sounded in his heart again, but it already carried many emotions that he couldn't distinguish himself.

In the first few bars of the music, the singing of strings is cleverly used to vividly imitate the pronunciation of French words——

I love you.

This is his guess, his only answer.

During the performance, they never made eye contact, like two dedicated performers who have never met each other, every detail must be 100% reproduced, and the music ends in the long note of the violin. Just raised his head to look at him, Huang Shaotian was standing so close to him beside the piano, holding the piano in his arms, as if they had finished playing together so many times in the past, his eyes seemed to be bright and slightly smug The smile was jumping, but he didn't speak first, but waited for him to comment first.

He has always been confident in his own performance, so he developed the habit of always waiting for others to comment first, but this time it was not because of this. On the surface, he looked at Yu Wenzhou frankly, but in his heart he was A little nervous, does he understand what he means?

Yu Wenzhou stood up from the piano. During the time of their song, many students had already gathered around, and some of them took their mobile phones to record the video with great interest. Maybe they will wear it on social networking sites at that time, but today It seems to be in time for the school selection day, and there are many high school candidates gathered around.

Their eyes shone with admiration and longing, Yu Wenzhou thought, maybe the former self, or Huang Shaotian, also entered this campus with infinite expectations and hopes, and started such a life. Knowing the future, not knowing tomorrow, but they all want to work harder and harder, as if this will make all the uncertainties clear and the impossible possible.

And even though many things always backfired, it seemed that although he worked so hard, he was still ranked at the bottom of the admission results, and it was also like Huang Shaotian who had put in a lot of effort, but in the end he still missed out on a place in the graduate school.

Many things do not have good results without hard work, and he has long understood this truth.He never liked daydreaming, let alone regretting the past and fantasizing about the future, but now he is standing on such a small platform, without even a bright ceiling light above his head, with an old piano in hand, and the noisy world in front of him. The chaotic crowd, but he has never felt so at ease.

Everything he had tried so hard to pursue always thought that it would be rewarded in the future after a long time. He used to push that "future" infinitely backwards. Walk.But now he finds that he doesn't have to wait for that point in time when he still doesn't know when it will be counted as "the future". Those things he once wanted, the wishes he wanted to realize, are already in him now. Before I knew it, I had it all little by little.

He had worried and worried about their future, he habitually wanted the "best" result, but now when he thinks back, he found that whether it is the best is not so important, on the contrary, he thinks it is possible The worst and most feared thing has already passed.

Although the two of them are so-called artists, their daily romantic cells are really pitiful. This sentence of heartfelt words and encouragement, which has gone through many twists and turns, is still expressed clearly in this way. Huang Shaotian is somewhat Shrugging helplessly, he laughed to himself.

But Yu Wenzhou held his hand at this time, like a thank you after every official performance, pulling him to bow slightly to the surrounding audience.

This is their first performance on the same stage, Huang Shaotian thought with some emotion, he could see Yu Wenzhou's side face when he turned his head slightly, the surroundings were noisy and complicated, but this person always seemed so calm, his voice and expression were calm. However, all kinds of evil intentions and pranks that appear from time to time under the calm surface, as well as intermittent and occasional entanglements of admitting death, are all known to him alone.

For a while, he seemed to be unable to find some suitable words to describe him, probably when people treat people or things that they care about, they will always be extraordinarily harsh.Because they had to rush to the office in another campus, so they didn’t stay here any longer. They packed up their things and planned to set off. When they got off the rudimentary table, Yu Wenzhou suddenly held his hand quietly from behind, He said something in a voice that only he could hear.

Someone else on the stage had already gone up and started playing the piano, but Huang Shaotian didn't know what he was playing, so Yu Wenzhou said a few short words in a low voice, as if he was in the middle of the afternoon when he was practicing the piano. The G string of the mute, so softly vibrating.

He said, "I love you too."

Huang Shaotian finally felt a little embarrassed, he expressed it so tactfully, and finally this person dismissed him with one sentence, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find a suitable word to describe him just now, and contemptuously He felt that any praiseworthy words in the world tried to summarize him as beyond his control, but now he came up with one.

Not to mention anything else, just saying this to him can reveal one of Yu Wenzhou's great strengths - he has a good eye.

So they left the admiration and discussion in the crowd far behind, and went to the office area where the International Affairs Office is located. When they got downstairs, Huang Shaotian suddenly stood still and said that he would not go up with him. Yu Wenzhou smiled. Asked, "Are you nervous?"

"Who is nervous, you are nervous. I saw my tutor in Bishe—oh, I'll go over there and wait for you not to let him find me! Yesterday he said that my first draft was not good enough and asked me to change it. I managed to escape I haven't thought about dying again so soon... Hurry up and I'll wait for you over there!" Then he took a few steps back, waved at Yu Wenzhou, and dodged behind a tree by himself.

Yu Wenzhou looked back, dumbfounded, and sure enough, he saw an old professor from the String Music Department who was known for being harsh and stern, walking from the other side at a slow pace, as if a metronome was stuck at the bottom. People are impatient and can't avoid it even if they want to.

So he went upstairs by himself, opened the door and went in to see that several professors and teachers from their composition department were there. Seeing him coming in, they all told him to come over quickly. A tightly sealed envelope came over, everyone looked at him together, and the office was extremely quiet.

This competition has a high reputation and a long history, and it still retains the tradition of using letters to announce the results of the competition. Yu Wenzhou has seen that type of envelope in the office before, but it is somewhat different from the one he is holding today.

As for the difference, the expressions of all the teachers who hesitated to speak but had to hold back because of the serious and important atmosphere at this moment are enough to explain everything. This competition may also be to save the contestants a little time for heart-wrenching. The color of the coat of arms is distinguished, and the result is notified in advance on the envelope.

But at this moment, the letter in his hand was engraved with a golden coat of arms squarely on the front, the pattern was complicated and complete, and there was a slight reflection under the light.

This is the final result.

There were countless words in his heart that he wanted to say, but they all died down in the shortest moment. He tightly held the heavy envelope in his hand, which he thought would determine his future and change him. The result of his life - now it seems that his future may have been changed, but it is no longer by this simple letter.

He lowered his head and bowed deeply to these teachers who had given him countless encouragement and help since he entered school.

There may have been thorns and rocky beaches along the way, but fortunately he was never alone.

In the end, he still did not open the letter in the office. He explained the reason and promised to bring it back to the teachers to "bring it to other departments to show off". After that, he was finally let go from upstairs to upstairs. It's only two or three minutes away, and it's usually done in a few steps, but now he feels an urgency that he has never felt before. He is so impatient, and wants to share all this with him. .

Huang Shaotian had already avoided his mentor, and now he was standing outside, seeing Yu Wenzhou running out in a hurry as he seemed to be holding something in his hand from a distance. Yu Wenzhou was always calm and steady, and he never I've never seen him so anxious before.

He wanted to take a few steps forward, but at this moment, the email notification on his mobile phone rang. It was not a big deal. Maybe his mentor had discovered him just now and told him to take it quickly this afternoon. It doesn't matter if the thesis is sent to the office to die, or other notifications from the department, it doesn't matter if you don't read it for a while-but for some reason, he unlocked the mailbox by accident, and saw the sender When he read the first sentence of the email preview, he took a breath, then looked up at Yu Wenzhou.

They stood facing each other, Huang Shaotian was holding his mobile phone, and Yu Wenzhou was clutching an envelope that had been crumpled by him, but no one spoke for a while.

The midday sun gradually recovered from the sluggishness of the cold winter day, and cast a slightly spring-like light above their heads, facing them head-on.