Qinghong

He was supposed to leave last spring.

Xiao Ke climbed to the roof of the dormitory, he took out his mobile phone and took a look, it was [-]:[-] in the morning.

The whole city fell asleep, in the thick night, a few street lamps stood alone in the distance, and the faint yellow was like fireflies.

After coming out of Qingxin Cultivation Academy, Xiao Ke thought about a lot of things, as if suddenly enlightened, some things in his mind that he couldn't understand before had a new context.Then there is endless boredom, he can't find the meaning of life, even painting makes him feel boring.

He often thought of the short month of living in the college, which was as long as a year. He and five boys of different ages, some underage and some adults, were crowded in a small dormitory.There was only one small window in the dormitory, which was embedded at the top of the wall near the ceiling. A ten-year-old boy climbed to the upper bunk, struggled to get close to a window, and focused on the magpies that fell on the branches.

Xiao Ke curled up on the lower bunk, closed his eyes and fell asleep.The little boy exclaimed in surprise: "It flew, it flew."

"Shut up." Another older male voice stopped him.

Xiao Ke said: "Let him yell for a while." At least the little boy can find the only fun in such a depressing place.

What Xiao Ke most often thinks of is not verbal abuse, beatings, electric shocks, and shutting down a small dark room, but the heart-piercing cry of the little boy: "I don't want to learn, I don't understand, don't beat me... , I tried hard, I can't remember..."

The little boy has dyslexia. He can't understand long sentences, can't remember words, and his homework is written upside down. His name is Li Mingrui, and he is the youngest child in the dormitory.Once Xiao Ke found a piece of draft paper and drew a sketch with a pencil. Li Mingrui lay beside him curiously. He was eager to try to draw a few strokes, but he didn't dare to disturb Xiao Ke.Xiao Ke handed him the pencil, and the little boy sketched a few strokes casually, drawing the magpie on the branch.

Xiao Ke looked at Li Mingrui in surprise, this kid is a genius.Xiao Ke seldom saw Li Mingrui in the dormitory, only a quick glimpse of him eating and sleeping.The injuries on Li Mingrui's body were layer upon layer, and he became more and more silent, occasionally looking up at the magpies flying freely in the sky through the small window.

On the day before leaving, Xiao Ke gave the pencil to Li Mingrui. The little boy thanked him timidly, and quickly hid the pencil in his pocket.

Xiao Ke bent down and picked up a brick, pressing down on a letter to prevent the letter from being blown away by the wind.The phone vibrated, and an unfamiliar call slipped in. Xiao Ke picked up the phone: "Hello."

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Haihe Daily. You have contacted me before." The voice over there said.

"Well, I remember you." Xiao Ke said, "Are you in place?"

"It's in place." The male voice said, "You just want a photo of the sunrise, right?"

"Yes, you'd better take a few more photos." Xiao Ke said, "Choose the most shocking one and send it to me."

"The news you mentioned..." the reporter asked.

Xiao Ke interrupted him: "Don't worry, the exclusive report, you will get the evidence right away." He hung up the phone, looked at the white sky in the east, and thought of Zou Lansheng.

Last spring, he and Zou Lansheng sat side by side on the edge of the building, watching the sun rise.Zou Lansheng had told him countless times to live a good life, he was destined to disappoint Zou Lansheng, he thought.

Xiao Ke is 21 years old this year. He laughed and lived an extra year.The wind was cold in the early morning, and he held his head against the low wall to look at the ground. The height of the building was six floors, and the entrance of the building was a spacious concrete floor, which was cleaned by the building manager last night.

It is quite worthwhile to exchange one life for the disbandment of Qingxin Cultivation Academy.

Shao Zhixing, a reporter from Haihe Daily, graduated from the Journalism Department of Jinmen University. He is 24 years old this year. He has just turned from an intern reporter to a full-time reporter. He urgently needs to lay a foundation for several major news reports.

But as a new reporter, he has no connections or resources, so where can he get first-hand information?He posts to Moments every day to show his presence, trying to get inside information through his classmates and friends.

A junior who hadn't contacted him for a long time found him, and his junior Tang Zihao sent him a WeChat message [Can we chat? 】

Shao Zhixing was also idle when he was idle, and replied [what's wrong? 】

Tang Zihao pushed him a business card【This is my friend, he wants to find a reporter to break the news. 】

Shao Zhixing immediately became interested, he quickly added friends and started chatting.

The person recommended by Tang Zihao was Xiao Ke. He claimed to know a college that promoted electroshock therapy for homosexuality and autism. One or two hundred children were imprisoned in it, and some people died.

Shao Zhixing was shocked. This is definitely a big news, and it will be on the headlines of countless news websites when it breaks out.

Shao Zhixing asked cautiously [Do you have evidence? 】

【have. 】Xiao Ke replied very quickly【But I have a condition, I want to see the photos of the sunrise next Friday. 】

[? ] Shao Zhixing was puzzled [Why? 】

[Don't ask so many questions, I'll contact you when the time comes. 】Xiao Ke sent a message.

There are so many strange people, Shao Zhixing murmured in his heart, in order to get big news, he endured it.

The days passed day by day, and on Thursday, Xiao Ke sent a message [Tomorrow at four o'clock in the morning, you go to the small flower bed in Jinda Xiyuan, there is a gazebo there, do you know? 】

[Shao Zhixing: I know, I graduated from Tianjin University. 】

【Xiao Ke: Go to the gazebo and call me. 】

[Shao Zhixing: Alright. 】

Shao Zhixing was carrying photographic equipment on his back, and he borrowed a Canon 5D4 from a colleague. The [-] yuan equipment still can't take pictures that impress Party A?Shao Zhixing felt that he was really trying his best.

The temptation of the big news is too great, even if Xiao Ke lied to him, he would hold his nose and admit it.

After setting up the tripod and installing the camera, Shao Zhixing took out mosquito repellent water and sprayed it on his ankles, and sat on the cold stone bench to wait for the sunrise.

The east side of the gazebo was facing the roof of Building No. [-], and the eastern sky was turning white. Shao Zhixing turned on the camera, switched to continuous shooting mode, and concentrated on capturing the spectacular picture of the red sun gushing out.

Then he stared at the viewfinder stupidly, and a tall and thin figure appeared on the roof of Building No. [-].Due to the backlight, the contrasting black shadow leaped down from the roof, light as a bird, and resolutely folded its wings and fell, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

At the same time as the black shadow jumped down, the rising sun jumped out of the horizon, and the SLR camera faithfully recorded the extremely contrasting images of new life and despair.

Shao Zhixing rushed out of the gazebo like crazy, and ran downstairs to Building No. [-]. He shouted as he ran, "Come here! Someone jumped off the building!"

"Come here! Someone jumped off the building!"

The sleepy-eyed student pushed open the window and looked in. The building manager heard the sound and opened the door of the dormitory.Shao Zhixing ran downstairs, seeing a pool of bright red blood, and a person lying on his back on the cement road.

In 5 minutes, the police arrived at No. [-] Building of the West Campus of Jinmen University and quickly sealed off the scene.

When Zhou Jiangyong saw the person lying on the ground, his pupils tightened: "Why is it him?"

"Old Zhou, do you know him?" A colleague asked.

Zhou Jiangyong didn't answer, he looked at Shao Zhixing: "Who are you?"

"A reporter from Haihe Daily, my name is Shao Zhixing." Shao Zhixing showed his press card, "I'm here to take pictures of the sunrise."

"Shooting the sunrise?" Zhou Jiangyong squinted his eyes and looked at Shao Zhixing.

"Someone asked me to take pictures of the sunrise." Shao Zhixing said, "Xiao Ke, yes, Xiao Ke asked me to take pictures of the sunrise. He said that he would use the photos of the sunrise to exchange big news." Embarrassment, such a nonsense reason, it sounds like Xiao Ke is playing with him.

Zhou Jiangyong pointed to the person lying on the ground: "He is Xiao Ke."

"He is..." Shao Zhixing gasped, "What?!"

"What big news?" Zhou Jiangyong asked.

Shao Zhixing was stunned for a moment, opened the door of the dormitory building and jumped up the stairs while Zhou Jiangyong followed closely.

The two ran to the sixth floor, and Shao Zhixing pushed open the door to the top of the building. This door was locked, and Xiao Ke didn't know how to open it.A letter was pressed against the bricks under the wall on the roof, Shao Zhixing bent down to pick up the envelope, and murmured: "He said that I will get the evidence right away..."

"Evidence?" Zhou Jiangyong asked.

"About a college." Shao Zhixing said, he put the envelope into his arms, and looked at Zhou Jiangyong warily, "Are you going to stop me?"

Zhou Jiangyong immediately realized the matter of the college. He stared at Shao Zhixing deeply. After a while, he sighed and said, "I just pretend I don't know about this letter."

"En." Shao Zhixing clutched the letter in his arms. It was news that his life had been exchanged. He said, "I'm leaving." He had to write the press release before ten o'clock.

"Do you want to report?" Zhou Jiangyong said, "It will be very dangerous."

"I know." Shao Zhixing said, "but he is dead, I am his senior, he has no chance to speak again, I will speak for him, I am his last hope."

Shao Zhixing said, "What danger is there that is more terrifying than death?"

Zhou Jiangyong watched Shao Zhixing run downstairs and wiped his face, he didn't know what to say.

Shao Zhixing was right, Xiao Ke died, and if he didn't speak, who could speak for Xiao Ke?