Chapter 116 "Elegy"
"Actually, there are more than duck blood fans. There is also a person."
When Chen Qingluo said this, her eyes became blurred, as if she was sitting in a bar and found a copy of "Kafka on the Shore" exposed in the handbag of the girl with the dragon tattoo drinking Blue Phantom opposite.
In the eyes of others, her temperament has become more unpredictable. Her black eyes are like a deep lake, and as far as the eye can see, it is the distant past.
People say that Chen Qingluo is naturally beautiful. Because of her appearance and talent, many people are very concerned about her emotional life. Although there are no paparazzi stalking her daily schedule, she has no secret trysts with the opposite sex. But whenever news about Chen Qingluo's suspected relationship experience comes to light, it immediately becomes the headlines in Xihe.
The people of Xihe pity this talented girl from Xihe so much. People will be jealous of the husband she chooses, and people will also worry about her delay in falling in love.
The host felt a mixture of horror and surprise. She didn’t expect that an interview with a script would turn out like this. Could it be that Chen Qingluo finally figured out that she would use today’s occasion to disclose her relationship? She cautiously expected Chen Qingluo to reveal something more. The audience in the audience also had the same feelings as her.
Except for Wang Zixu.
At this moment, Wang Zixu's heart was filled with turbulent waves, wind and rain, as if he were lost in a deep valley and the sky was filled with fog. He was shaking all over.
For a moment, he thought, could it be me that Chen Qingluo said was the unforgettable person for her? But he only thought about this idea for a moment. Because the answer can't be him.
As long as Chen Qingluo is willing, she has ten thousand ways to contact Wang Zixu in these 12 years. She has not left their class group, and private chats are not prohibited in the class group. If she wants to find him, she can click on his avatar; the email account he has exchanged with her has not changed in ten years, and it is filled with all kinds of junk advertisements, but he still logs in regularly to check for new emails to prevent the email from being frozen.
If she wants to find him, it will be easy. He didn't contact her because he felt inferior. What reason did she have for not coming to him?
He is not the person who makes Chen Qingluo unforgettable. There was another person that kept her in mind.
Wang Zixu had known that this day would come when Chen Qingluo would announce that she fell in love with someone, get married, have children, live somewhere, and live a wonderful life that Wang Zixu knew nothing about.
He had known this for a long time, but he still couldn't stand it when he heard the news. This subtle emotion is like Kobayashi Icha's haiku: I know that she has nothing to do with my life after all, but, yet...
Or, he remembered a poem by Heine that he had read in college. The whole poem is as follows:
I wandered in a foreign country,
Waiting for the girl I loved,
Until I saw her put on a wedding dress in the church.
Damn it, I’m not the groom! !
She is a delicate violet,
Shining brightly in my memory.
This frivolous girl! I didn't get involved!
Damn, I really don’t regret it! !
...This poem was translated by Wang Xiaobo, and the title of the poem is "Elegy". But when Wang Zixu read it, he did not feel sad. Instead, he felt very happy, especially when Heine was so anxious that he cursed.
It was not until today, 10 years later, that he thought of this poem again, and then he realized the sad meaning. He realized how much frustration lay behind the scolding, and he was even more sad than Heine - he was not worthy of getting involved with this frivolous girl.
Wang Zixu was in a mess. He felt that he was being hypocritical. It’s been so many years, you’ve gotten married and lived your life, what the hell are you still thinking about? He hates himself like this. At this moment, the man sitting next to him looked at him for a long time and suddenly said:
“Brother, have we met somewhere?”
Wang Zixu was startled and looked back at this person. This man had a Mediterranean hairstyle, and his hair was so sparse that it was distressing, but he did look familiar. Wang Zixu recalled it for a while, but it was the man who remembered first:
“Oh, I remember, aren’t you Xie Cong’s classmate?”
Wang Zixu was stunned, and he remembered it - the last time he and Lin Feng had skewers at the "Old Village Chief", they met Xie Cong by chance. At that time, there was a table full of famous directors, journalists, and editors, and this old man was among them. As for his last name, Wang Zixu had completely forgotten.
He stretched out his hand with some embarrassment, and the man said: "Xie Cong is here too, how about I change seats with him and let you two chat."
Wang Zixu waved his hand quickly, saying no, no need to be so polite. The man ignored his politeness and turned around and shouted in a low voice: Xie Cong, Xie Cong!
At this moment, the host on the stage spoke. The man stopped talking and turned to look at the stage at the same time as Wang Zixu.
The host asked: "Teacher Chen, who is the person you are talking about?"
Chen Qingluo was silent for a long time and did not answer her immediately. She seemed lost in thought.
Chen Qingluo entered the space of memory: she was not sitting under the brightest lights of Xihe Literary Society, but standing under the shade of a tree next to the basketball court in high school; it was not just after dusk, it was after the second period in the afternoon, and the bell for the third period had not yet rang; the sun was high in the sky, and its momentum was fierce. When the wind came, a heat wave rolled over her.
Chen Qingluo has ink-like eyebrows and a red mouth. She is wearing a school uniform with short sleeves and her two exposed arms are dazzlingly white. She sits on the flower bed with one leg crossed and her toes raised. In front of her, a short-haired girl stands respectfully, holding a bottle of mineral water in both hands.
The cicadas above the head were shouting tirelessly, and from time to time, the sound of basketball hitting the backboard and the cheers of the crowd could be heard in the distance. The air is soaked with the smell of earth.
"I heard that you plan to pass water to classmate Wang Zixu?"
The short-haired girl lowered her head: "This is not what I planned. Wasn't this decided at the class meeting? I am responsible for him in this football match. Logistics."
There was a burst of cheers from the students behind them. Chen Qingluo and the short-haired girl turned their heads, only to see Wang Zixu clenching his fists and making a "come on" gesture while panting, and someone patted him on the back. It seemed like he grabbed a rebound and scored a layup just now.
Chen Qingluo turned around and continued her topic: "I didn't go to the class meeting, but I heard that you volunteered to ask for it?"
The short-haired girl was a little angry: "Who said that?"
"Someone said that anyway." Chen Qingluo lowered her voice, "This is not good in high school."
The girl with short hair blushed: "What is it like?"
Chen Qingluo fiddled with her hair: "The teachers may have misunderstood. I will ask you to go to the office to talk to me someday. I won't be able to tell you at that time."
The short-haired girl said in a pleading tone: "Don't tell the teacher."
"I definitely won't tell the teacher. Apart from collecting homework, where else have I talked to the teacher?"
"I really just handed him a drink, and I don't like him."
"Who said you like him?"
The short-haired girl handed the mineral water to Chen Qingluo: "Why don't you pass it to him."
Chen Qingluo opened the water and drank it herself: "He is such an old man, he doesn't know how to drink water himself? Why do you have to hand it to him?"
"Just cheer up, Improve morale. This was discussed by everyone at the class meeting. You were not there at the time." Chen Qingluo finished drinking the water and wiped her white chin with the back of her hand: "Then go cheer for him. If giving water to a boy is too ambiguous, it won’t matter if everyone is talking about it behind his back. ”
“Aren’t you going?”
"Too sunny."
The short-haired girl took two steps with her hands behind her back, then suddenly turned around and asked softly: "Are you interested in him?"
Chen Qingluo screwed on the bottle cap: "Who said that?"
“Why else don’t you care about other boys?”
Chen Qingluo said: “He is my deskmate.”
“…Is that so?” The short-haired girl’s eyes were meaningful.
Chen Qingluo rolled her eyes: "What else? Don't think too much. Go, go."
...Watching self-study in the evening, Wang Zixu was lying on the table, his whole body exuding the smell of sweat. Chen Qingluo wrinkled the tip of her nose, sat down next to him, and used the book as a fan to fan him.
Wang Zixu turned around and said touchedly: "Thank you. How do you know I'm hot?"
"I don't know. I think the smell on you is too strong."
"Oh. Okay." Wang Zixu shook his clothes, and the smell became even greater.
Chen Qingluo fanned harder and asked casually: "Didn't you win? Why do you look so depressed?"
Actually she can guess why. All the boys in the class had someone to help pass them water between games, but he didn't. He must have thought he was being left out. Winning is even more uncomfortable than losing.
But Wang Zixu didn’t tell Chen Qingluo why. He was embarrassed to say it, so he just said: “I’m a little tired.”
Chen Qingluo stopped, turned her black eyes, and her long eyelashes flickered twice: “How about...”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She wanted to ask her to help him pass the water next time, but mentioning it suddenly at this time was a bit too stiff and seemed particularly impure.
Chen Qingluo coughed twice, turned around, and took out the book.
It’s very troublesome to think about how to persuade some girl to give up giving him water during the next football match.
…
Chen Qingluo didn’t know why she remembered this experience. In fact, every time she thought of this dark history, she would wrap herself in a quilt and ravage her pillow before going to bed at night.
The host reminded her again: "Teacher Chen?"
"Huh?" Chen Qingluo woke up from a dream.
“You just said that you have an unforgettable person in Xihe.”
The host's tone was very gossipy. When Chen Qingluo lowered her head and raised her head again, the flowing light in her eyes had disappeared. It was as if she suddenly discovered that the girl in the bar who was reading "Kafka on the Shore" was drinking duck blood vermicelli soup instead of Blue Phantom.
"The person I will never forget is the old lady who sold duck blood vermicelli at the entrance of my high school. Later, the duck blood vermicelli I ate was never as good as hers."
The host said: "Then after I come back this time, there are Why don't you go back to your old place and have another drink? "
"It's been so many years since I've stopped doing this."
In the audience, the man next to Wang Zixu laughed dryly: "She's so funny."
Wang Zixu said nothing. He finally stopped shaking.
The man said: "I'd better call Xie Cong over."
Wang Zixu couldn't stop him, so Xie Cong sat over anyway. The two old classmates briefly said hello, and Xie Cong sighed:
"I was so nervous just now, I thought Chen Qingluo was going to talk about someone from our class!"
Wang Zixu was in the dark. He rolled his eyes and said, "Why are you so nervous? Do you think the person Chen Qingluo will never forget may be you?"
"How long has she been sitting at the same table with you? Two months? Later, she went to another high school. Did she still contact her old classmates? How could she be talking about you? Brother, you are a bit pretentious."
Xie Cong blushed. Face: "Just kidding, why are you so excited?"
"Am I excited? Am I not excited? Aren't you telling the truth?"
Wang Zixu rarely complains about others so sharply. In other words, he was not criticizing Xie Cong, he was criticizing himself a minute ago.
Xie Cong was a little embarrassed, and suddenly asked, "By the way, why are you sitting here?"
"Why can't I sit here?"
Xie Cong turned around and pointed: "I just saw your unit's signboard, wasn't it at the back?"
Zhao Peilin poked his head out from the other side of Wang Zixu: "He is the seed of today's essay competition award ceremony. The contestant will be on stage to receive the award later."
Zhao Peilin was stunned: "Are you participating in the final round?"
Wang Zixu nodded lightly. His journey to the final round had some twists and turns, which of course is not common knowledge to outsiders.
Xie Cong laughed twice and said: "I also entered the competition, but unfortunately I was eliminated in the second round. It's good that you made it to the third round."
Wang Zixu didn’t want to pay attention to him. He felt that ever since he saw Chen Qingluo, he felt inexplicably irritable.
……
刁怡雯今晚第15次看手机，心情些许烦躁。
The chat history between her and her father still stayed on the line "I'll let you know when the score comes out." Half an hour passed with no response from the other party.
Although she could not change the result even if she knew it in advance, and no matter how much energy she exerted, it was impossible to change the result, she still wanted to know it in advance, so that she could at least calm down her restless heart.
Beside her, Guo Ranran came over: "Yiwen, are you nervous?"
Diao Yiwen shook her head: "It's okay."
"Don't be nervous, you can definitely do it." Guo Ranran said, "And you have already entered the top ten. You have proven "I understand."
"Thank you."
Diao Yiwen's hand holding the phone was extremely tight, and her joints were a little white.
We have all been invited to Yanzi Mountain. Just being in the top ten is not enough.
…
Lin Luo gritted his teeth and stared at the phone.
The chat history between him and Shen Qingfeng ended with ten minutes ago when he asked Shen Qingfeng about his score. In the previous line, Shen Qingfeng told him the score of his first article.
I don’t know what happened at the award ceremony. This “what” caused Shen Qingfeng to not send any news. Could it be that their little tricks were discovered? Or has the awards been suspended? Lin Luo felt a little nervous.
Or worse, Shen Qingfeng is so unhappy that his grades are not satisfactory and he is too lazy to care about him.
After Chen Qingluo’s interview, there was another interview with another celebrity, followed by a song and dance performance, and then the leaders took time out of their busy schedule to come, say hello on stage, and sit in the first row.
The wait is very long and some people have already started to desert. Wang Zixu couldn't explain what he felt. He kept staring at Chen Qingluo, unwilling to miss any possibility of her looking at him.
It’s a pity that she never noticed herself. The light under the stage was too dim and the stage was very bright. She could not distinguish an old classmate in the darkness who had been away for more than 12 years.
"It's out! It's out!"
Everyone suddenly looked up and finally saw several judges from the jury walking up to the stage from behind, and Shen Qingfeng was walking first.
The new process on the stage triggered cheers from the audience, especially when Shen Qingfeng appeared on the stage, which triggered a burst of cheers from the audience. He seemed to have a lot of fans coming to the scene, and he smiled and said hello to the audience.
But judging from his expression, he was a little tired. In fact, exhaustion was written all over the faces of all the judges. Including the Ning Chun Banquet behind him. Ning Chunyan's steps were a little unsteady and he was teetering. Before sitting down, he looked at Chen Qingluo next to him and exchanged meaningful glances.
Behind everyone is Yan Zishan. This well-known writer appears to be the most energetic among them all, but his expression is serious, and there is no emotion on his slightly dark face.
Li Tingfang was the last one to take the stage. This old lady had obviously reached her physical limit, and the tiredness on her face was the strongest among all the people.
Lin Luo stared at Shen Qingfeng eagerly, wanting to find the answer from his face, and even wanted to know the ranking this time from his face, but naturally he couldn't tell anything. He even wanted to ask why he didn't reply to his message.
Diao Yiwen also stared at Yanzi Mountain eagerly. She wanted to find the answer from Yan Zishan's face about the final ranking of her work. The more serious Yan Zishan's expression was, the more panicked she felt inside, because that manuscript was also written by Yan Zishan, but his expression didn't look like his manuscript had received a good ranking.
Lin Feng also stared at Li Tingfang eagerly. During the selection process, he maintained the greatest degree of restraint and never inquired about his results because his teacher did not like this. But at the last moment, he couldn't hold on anymore.
Everyone was staring at their soul mentor, trying to see the smiles on the faces of the judges. Among all the people, only Wang Zixu was staring at Chen Qingluo, and then he found that she had already deserted and was hiding in the corner of everyone playing with her fingers.
Li Tingfang stepped onto the central podium and said into the microphone:
“Now begins the awards ceremony for this essay competition.
“The final selection process of this essay competition is the one with the strongest team of judges, the most fair and strict scoring process, and the most comprehensive supervision since the previous literary conference.
“The final result of this scoring has been repeatedly negotiated and unanimously recognized by the jury. So, let the host read out the final results. "
Having said that, Li Tingfang seemed to have finally reached her limit. She sat down aside and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Wearing red The female host in cheongsam appeared on the stage with a standard smile. After delivering a series of extremely elegant speeches, she said:
“Now, let’s announce the winners of the Excellence Award for this competition: Lin Luo and Cui Xian! ”
After finishing speaking, she added: "Invite the winners to come on stage to receive their awards, and ask our special guests to present awards to them!"
(End of this chapter)