Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

After taking a shower, Sangzi sat back in position and fiddled with the camera for a while. She uploaded the photo of Duan Xiaokuan to the computer and put a new favorite in it.

When I went back to Duan Jiaxu's house again, I put in the photo I took.

She thought about it, logged in to QQ with a computer, and from a private album in the space, she pulled out a photo that she had previously secretly approved of Duan.

All three photos have different tones and pixels.

Putting them together like this brings a clear and distinct sense of time.

Sangzhi looked at it for a while, and suddenly remembered that high school senior.

During that time, her condition worsened inexplicably, and she has always done well in physics. She also often made careless mistakes, her overall score plummeted, and her ranking in the grade has been leaning back.

The day when I received the adult gift from Duan Xuan, Nanwu's scores came out.

It was her worst test of her entire senior year.

Therefore, after the day of self-study is over.

She was called by the teacher to talk.

The class teacher noticed something about her and the next-class sports student. So as soon as her grade dropped, she felt that it was because of falling in love that it affected her grade.

When talking to her, she was especially relentless.

After listening to her lesson silently, Sang Zhi just repeated the phrase "I didn't fall in love", and then returned to the class and took the schoolbag to go home by car.

Counting it, the senior year is only half a day off.

After school on Saturday afternoon, I will come back the next day to continue my evening study. But most students are from home at noon and school in the afternoon.

The day she went home happened to be her birthday.

Li Ping and Sang Rong are cooking in the kitchen.

Perhaps because of her birthday, Sang Yan was home at the same time, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. When she saw her back, she just raised her chin and said quietly, "Duan Xiaoxue sent you a courier and put it in your room."

Sang Zhi nodded and went back to the room in silence.

She closed the door, put the bulky schoolbag on the table, and stared at the sender on the courier box. Then slowly unpack the box.

When I saw a set of cosmetics inside, a greeting card was also attached.

The child opened the greeting card.

The man's handwriting was sharp and sharp, only one line was written.

——I wish Xiao Sangzhi a happy adult.

It seemed like she was looking forward to it a long time ago.

All emotions surged.

The pressure brought by the senior year, the teacher's inaccuracies of criticism, and the sense of grievance that is difficult to restrain.

Sang Zhi stared at this sentence, her eyes gradually turned red, and after a long while, she couldn't help making a choke in her throat, accompanied by tears that kept falling down.

I find it extremely difficult.

She didn't dare let anyone hear it, squatted on the ground, tried her best to endure the cry, her whole body was shaking, and she began to cry.

As if out of breath.

At that moment.

Sang Zhi really realized what it was like to grow up.

No longer dare to cry loudly and treat the complaint as a shame;

It is no longer dare to treat willfulness as a daily routine, and clearly understand what should be done and what should not be done;

It is no longer dare to dream dreams, and no longer dare to regard fairy tales as life, so that the days become regular and dull.

It is something that is not worth looking forward to at all.

...

The phone rang, interrupting Sanzi's thoughts. She looked back, blinked hard, reached up to pick up the phone, and glanced.

——The seeker sends a message.

Sangzhi look at it.

Seeker: [Are you free tomorrow? 】

Sang Zhi thought about it: [No. 】

Seeker: [What about the day after tomorrow? 】

Mulberry: [No. 】

Pursuer: [The day after tomorrow? 】

Mulberry: [No. 】

Seeker: [Not even at night? 】

Seeing this, Sang Zhi flipped through the schedule and returned: [No class on Wednesday evening. 】

Seeker: [Good coincidence. 】

Seeker: [I'm free too. 】

Mulberry: [But I do my homework. 】

Seeker: [I stay with you? 】

Sang Zhi bent her lip corners, said "OK", and quickly deleted it. She changed it to "let's say it" with reservations. She put down her cell phone, washed in the toilet, and returned to bed.

It's time to turn off the lights, and everyone else in the dormitory has gone to bed.

Only the phone is lit.

She talked to Duan Jiaxu about the sky and fell asleep before she knew it. Maybe she didn't receive her reply. After a long time, the screen turned on again.

Seeker: [Good night. 】

The time displayed on the mobile phone has already passed twelve o'clock, ushering in a new day.

Sang Zhi bid farewell to her eighteen.

On the day of nineteen, she regained her dream when she was thirteen.

But it's not the same as last time.

That time was hopeless.

This time, it will be realized.

The next day, after the morning class.

Sang Zhi went to the dining room with her roommates and listened to them talking: "I see in the group that the school is going to host the fifth Digital Media Art Competition recently. Would you like to participate?"

Wang Ruolan: "Do you have to form a team?"

Ning Wei: "Well, a group of no more than 6 people."

Yu Xin: "Can other departments participate?"

Ning Wei: "Yes, this is for the whole school."

Wang Ruolan: "Are you going to participate?"

Yu Xin didn't show much interest: "Forget it, I'm too lazy."

"Let me see," Sang Zhi took out her mobile phone, opened the class group and glanced. "The types of works in the contest are: animation short films, micro movies, game design, interaction design ..."

Ning Wei: "The animation video seems to be very good. What is the theme?"

"There are several, commemorating the centennial of Yihe University's establishment, publicity, and Yihe folk culture." Sang Zhi rolled it over and glanced again, "The game design need not fit this theme."

Wang Ruolan: "But for game design, do you have to find a team from the software department?"

Ning Wei: "Never mind, you can ask the teacher first."

Wang Ruolan: "How can I participate?"

Sang Zhi: "You need to find a mentor first, then form a team and sign up."

Yu Xin: "Are you all going to participate?"

Wang Ruolan: "I'll just ask, I'm actually too lazy."

Several people talked a few words about this matter, and soon, the topic naturally got involved elsewhere.

Sang Zhibing took the attitude of participating in the game. I just heard that there was a senior student in the department, Liang Jun, who was also planning to participate. She told him that the two formed a team.

Plus Ning Wei, a classmate of Liang Jun, and a girl in the class.

There were five such people in the group.

To accommodate everyone's time, Liang Jun settled on Wednesday night for five people to have dinner together and discuss the work by the way. Therefore, it was a good thing to talk to Duan Jiaxu before, so that was the soup.

Knowing that she had her own business, Duan Xuan didn't say much, she only made an appointment with her for another weekend.

This competition has two months from registration to submission.

The theme was set in the group, and the instructor was also asked to plan an animated short film. Creative things can't be settled without a good idea for a while.

After some discussion, there were still individuals in the group who had lessons. Liang Jun didn't waste any time and divided everyone's work, so that everyone can think about it.

Ning Wei did not return to the dormitory with her, and went to her boyfriend after the meeting.

Sang Zhi glanced at the time, just after half past eight, it was still early. She flipped her phone out of her pocket and slowly sent Duan Xu a WeChat: [What are you doing. 】

Seeker: [Overtime. 】

Mulberry: [Oh. 】

The next second, Duan Jiaxu called and asked, "Are you free?"

"Just adjourned," Sangzhi said, "how do you always work overtime?"

"Nothing else, just work overtime." Duan Xia's voice with a faint smile, "If you are free, then I will be off work."

Recently, Yihe started to heat up, but at night, the temperature still brought a little coolness. Sang Zhi put his other hand in his pocket and kicked the small stone in front of him, reminding him: "It's eight thirty."

Duan Jiaxu: "Does the dormitory have access control?"

Mulberry: "Yes."

"What time?"

"Twelve o'clock."

"Aren't there three and a half hours?"

"Oh," whispered Sang Zhi, "but I'm not going back so late."

Duan Jiaxu said there was a whispering sound, and said leisurely: "Take you to supper and take you back to the dormitory, will you?

Sang Zhi considered for two seconds: "What to eat?"

Duan Jiaxu: "What do you want to eat?"

Sangzhi: "I didn't think about it."

"Then I'll fix it, you find a place to sit for a while," Duan Jiaxu said, "I'll drive over now."

Duan Jiaxu walked into the parking lot, found his car, and unexpectedly saw Jiang Ying, who had not seen him for a few months. His eyelids moved, he glanced at her, and immediately retracted his gaze.

Seeing him, Jiang Ying moved and stood in front of his car. She flipped her purse out of her bag, turned it down, and said seriously, "I have no money to spend."

Duan Jiaxu unlocked the car and got into the car.

Jiang Ying stood still, staring at him sitting in the driver's seat, and said for granted: "You give me some money to spend."

"..."

Silence for a few seconds.

"Duan Jiaxue, are you really looking for a girlfriend?" Jiang Ying spoke again. "Just the college student at the hot pot restaurant last time? Sure enough, college students are really cheating."

Duan Jiaxu looked down, glanced at the phone, and responded to the words sent by Sang Zhi.

Jiang Ying said to herself: "I already told others that you are going to marry me, and I told my mother about it, and she agreed."

"..."

"You don't even want to find another woman. I haven't finished your life with you. You know that I have liked you since junior high school," Jiang Ying pointed at him, and said with red eyes, "You dare to find a girlfriend! You dare ! "

Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes.

He remembered when he was in junior high school.

Compared with that time, the woman in front of her has lost her childishness, matured, and is a bit old-fashioned. But she looked like nothing had changed.

Still hysterical like now, with full hatred.

She accused him before anyone, saying that he was the murderer's son. When I see him, he is always excited and angry, and his eyes are full of resentment, as if he is Duan Zhicheng.

In the worst case, she pushed him straight down the stairs on the second floor of the teaching building. Watching him slammed into the **** forehead, there was no worries, but a nearly twisted smile appeared.

"Your dad killed my dad, so you have to die too."

...

Duan Jiaxu lowered the window and pulled up his lips: "I'll tell you something."

Jiang Ying stared at him.

"You have to feel endless in this matter. You should go to Duan Zhicheng." Duan Xiao's emotions were very weak. "You want him to marry you. As my stepmother, I have no opinion at all."

Jiang Ying was disgusted by these words, immediately walked to the driver's seat, and said angrily, "I **** you!"

next moment.

Duan Jiaxu started the car, saying softly: "Then I wish you a happy wedding in advance."