The exclusive sorrow of science students

Speaking of this city - Daqing, although I have to mention some names, such as "Oil City", "City of Hundred Lakes" and "City of Wetlands" which is currently being built.But if you put aside those grand words and talk about a city, you always have to go back to the area it contains, "five districts and four counties" and its people.

Song Yanyi, an otaku high school student, doesn't know much about districts. He only remembers living in Ranghulu District and Xincun, and the straight avenue connecting these two districts.There are too many traffic lights, and sometimes there are too many cars, which are divided into small groups by the traffic lights and move forward.As for the people of this city, I'm even more sorry. He hasn't been to any other cities, and even if he has, it's just for tourism.Song Yanyi thought about it, slowed down her writing speed, and paused on the grid of the composition paper, as if she wanted to scrape off the little fluff hanging from the pen tip.He really couldn't classify the residents of the city of Daqing into an overall impression. Maybe he hasn't observed the customs carefully in the past 16 years. If there is anyone who has observed carefully, then this person is undoubtedly Chen Yusheng.

Chen Yusheng, his elementary school, middle school and high school classmate, is quite interesting.This day, he sent a voice message to Song Yanyi: "Old Song, have you finished your math? Let's go to Heiyu Lake. It's Monday, so there must be few people. How about a picnic?"

Song Yanyi unhurriedly unwrapped the headphone cable, then slowly pointed it at the hole on the phone where the headphone cable was plugged in, and pressed it twice, as if to make sure that the headphone was connected, and then clicked on this button. Voices.

He replied after hearing this: "Okay, go, bring something to eat, I'll roll sushi for you." Yu Sheng happily sent an emoji, and he realized that the sentence in his heart was correct not to reply immediately: You think that there are fewer people on Monday, and other people may think so, so you go at this time, and there will be more people!

Sometimes, science students' thinking is very disappointing.

But fortunately, in the face of Yu Sheng, he can restrain this characteristic of "being a thousand enemies" very well, just follow him, who made him "Xiao Yu" and himself "Old Song".

He smiled, and sent another one: "Remember to put 'mosquitoes don't bite'." He would rather type so many punctuation marks than send a voice that can be done in a few seconds. On the contrary, Yusheng always likes to send very long voices Talk to him.Sometimes when I was bored, Yusheng went to make up lessons and couldn't contact him at any time, so he would listen to him over and over again.All the students in the class said that Yusheng was like a "little milk dog", only when he was speaking to him, he looked like a Tibetan mastiff.

Song Yanyi was very lazy, almost extremely lazy.He tried his best to refuse to call and send voice, but he liked to send text messages and texts.It might seem like sending voice is faster than text, but it's not.The text typed in the dialog box must be carefully thought out, but the casual voice is not; when talking on the phone, people often miss the point. It is better to have a well-organized short message, which will not be inconvenient for the other party. Excuse me, you can solve it with your eyes at any time, isn't this a good "lazy way"?

Of course, if you want to quibble, the text is still too decent.

Song Yanyi also tried to send a voice to Yusheng, but after sending it, she couldn't help but listen to what the hell she said. After listening, she always regretted it and fell into a deep self-disgust.The tone is too flat and emotionless, too thick like a tape recorder, and some places are inexplicably weird... Forget it, give up, let's type, and practice hand speed.

It may be that he is too clumsy. When recording, he knew that someone would listen, so he changed his tone of voice nervously; it may also be that he can only understand the meaning of the text by reading it with the voice of the other party's heart.Sometimes, the probability of a piece of text not conveying the meaning is much lower than the misinterpretation coefficient of speech.If there is another reason, it is because I am afraid of leaving some funny jokes for others, so I don't want people to listen to it repeatedly-of course, if there is such a person.

So euphemistically called "don't cause trouble for the other party" or "don't want the other party to feel bad after listening to the language", Song Yanyi listed "no voice" as one of the principles of "lazy".In the eyes of those who don't understand, this can naturally be defined as "lazy".Simple laziness is not terrible, what is terrible is that laziness has rules and principles, and even oneself believes it is true.

He cut up Yusheng's favorite tuna sushi and put them in a box, ready to go to Heiyu Lake.

Heiyu Lake can be regarded as one of the famous scenic spots in Daqing. Although I didn’t see half a snakehead all afternoon, the scenery here is quite beautiful compared to Wumashatuo, which is full of wild leeks.

There are many people.As expected.When Yu Sheng complained, he only comforted him: there are plenty of idlers.

The two whole boxes of sushi were wiped out, and Yu Sheng fell asleep, so he found a shade under a tree and put down the mat, letting Yu Sheng lean against him to take a nap.The shadow of the willow tree is half on the shore and half in the water, and Song Yanyi is thinking about the unfinished composition again—the city.

And now he is in the most beautiful place in the city, sitting on the unique meadow in the city, which is not at all as soft as in the book, breathing the wind brought by the wind passing through the city. Sufficient oxygen, lying with the best friend in this city... In less than three years, this city will become a so-called hometown.Song Yanyi, who has not yet entered high school, couldn't help imagining what it would be like for the two to go to college.

This city, Daqing, is my home.

If time has changed, there are many high-rise buildings, buildings are renovated, and there are no familiar places and people, then this city is only "Daqing" after all, not "home".After many years, when pointing to a city beyond recognition and introducing it to strangers, will you be proud, happy, or a kind of unspeakable loneliness?The so-called homesickness, thinking of delicious food and lovely people, doesn't seem to have much to do with this city.

Peace of mind is home.He looked at Yu Sheng next to him, and then at the willow tree not far away. For a moment, he wanted to build a small wooden house here to live in Yu Sheng and himself.This is home.Live here or in a shabby room, live anywhere.

Thinking back to the future, in an unknown city, you may have to travel thousands of miles to come to Daqing.While living in that city, the life of Daqing people is also running in a place invisible to the naked eye, never stopping, and the trajectory is parallel... Everyone is working hard to live.

A city may really be nothing, it seems that there is a kind of insignificance that cannot be exaggerated just because of the requirements of the composition.

"Old Song! There are mosquitoes!" Yu Sheng sat up suddenly.

"Where is it, didn't you get bitten?" Song Yanyi came back to her senses, shaking Yusheng's clothes, looking for mosquitoes.

"Haha! I didn't get stung, look at your arm!" Yu Sheng grabbed Song Yanyi's left arm: a small red envelope, not long after being stung, and not yet swollen. "I just saw that mosquito landed here, stabbed in with its small mouth, and it flew away!"

"I'm your second uncle! Why don't you help me slap mosquitoes when you're awake?!" Facing this bad friend, Song Yanyi couldn't laugh or cry.

"I want to observe how it bites in! Here, Yunnan Baiyao toothpaste, just put it on."

"Really, next time I will just watch the mosquitoes bite you!"

"you dare!"

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