After the white moonlight cuts the black

With the help of others, Meng Huaiming finally finished cooking the rest of the stir-fry.

There were no major mistakes, but it was slightly burnt, which did not affect the taste overall.

Chu Qi took Yan Hui to try on several sets of clothes, and changed back to daily clothes when she saw that she was about to eat.

At that time, Yan Hui was sitting in the living room, paying attention to the development of the salt smoke incident.

It is impossible for them to summarize in a long article, and doing so is nothing more than asking for fun.

Such as "too long to read", "too long who will summarize", "too long to understand", and it is very easy to be out of rhythm by other people's summaries.

Yan Hui had talked with Meng Huaiming about this matter, but the conclusion he came to was somewhat helpless.

If the number of words was specified at the beginning, then the platform should have intentionally guided the development towards pictures and short sentences, and the platform also implicitly informed of the hardship against it, so you can only taste it yourself.

Long speeches are no longer popular, and the ease of reading has become a demand for enjoyment.

The ills of fast food culture is not a rare proposition.

The game between digital information and print media continues to heat up, and perhaps a settlement will eventually be reached.

The professionalism and length of paper books exist as their superiority, and at the same time, they symbolize the result after the big waves wash away the sand, which is different from fragmented information.

With the infinite explosion of one party's information volume and the lowering of the threshold of words, perhaps the quality of paper books will be greatly improved in the end, as the existence of essence and purification.

But some problems really cannot be solved by hundreds of words.

Therefore, in order to meet the particularity of the platform, a combination of graphics and texts came into being.

Meng Huaiming also specifically requested to add a timeline and corresponding event axis this time, in order to prevent the phenomenon of deliberate confusion when sorting out the logic line.

At the same time, screenshots are kept at all times for easy tracking.

And reversal is a popular weapon.

Qiao He didn't find anyone to be a trader, and deliberately made this matter twists and turns, which whetted everyone's appetite.

Now Yan Xun hasn't come out to speak directly, but the old Weibo is full of words condemning the explanation.

Some mistakes cannot be made, and at the same time, there should be no lack of apology.

And often with some weight, it becomes very difficult to apologize.

Are they really unaware of their problems?And if it is indeed a coincidence and has a clear conscience, then why do they always change the subject in a vague way, and constantly use one battle to cover up another.

In fact, no matter how they compare and refer to, the ultimate evidence of plagiarism is in the hands of the authors, that is, their own hearts.

When faced with questions from the Internet, only they themselves know the answer.

Whether you have read the original text, whether you have the idea of ​​imitating, whether you are affected, or you just don’t even realize it, these fuzzy boundaries can only be controlled by yourself.

Whether plagiarism should be forgiven or not, this question will exist and will exist for a long time.

Yan Hui felt that he might not be able to see what the ending was.

There are too many such questions that cannot be resolved in his limited life.

Whether those gray colors are right or wrong, whether they are alive or dead, may be visible one day, or unknown throughout their lives.

Yan Hui found a serious inconsistency in a comment, almost overturning his original words.

Obviously, this is going around logic. Judgment, logic, thinking ability, standards and standards upheld, world outlook, outlook on life, and values ​​are even more unpredictable.

Before it was perfected, few people could be the spokesperson in an ambiguous event, at most the leader with the most fans and supporters.

And the leader should be more cautious and self-restraining, and be conscious.

The food was served quickly, Meng Huaiming called Yan Hui, and the four of them sat around.

Meng Huaiming liked the atmosphere of sitting at the table more and more, especially with a medium-sized dining table.

In the past, the long table used for banquets in his house could not be seated all together. In the villa on Dingxiang Street, even if they were all seated, the sound of chopsticks and spoons hitting bowls was as cold as the surface of a winter lake.

Yan Hui's fish soup was well received, and they also asked Yan Hui for advice on how to make it. The two discussed many cooking skills.

Meng Huaiming was stunned for a while, and finally found that his level could not keep up with the rhythm.

So I followed the dishes and thought of what I said in the kitchen.

"How do you know Chu Qi?" Meng Huaiming asked.

"Library." They all recalled: "I found her handwritten paper in the book, and I just copied a copy, but when I borrowed poems next time, there were new handwritten papers in it, and a time point. Meet under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the school playground."

It sounds very similar to the plot of a TV series, Meng Huaiming thought, but the affiliated library of a high school is not as good as a university, and there are very few students who actually patronize it, and most of the books borrowed are required by the curriculum standards.

Things like poetry anthology, which are not tested at all, are basically thrown into the cold palace.

"Let's meet with Bei Dao's poem."

They all laughed, deliberately lowered their voices, and chanted slowly: "The wind moves the brown shadows, and takes away the whispers of the pine forest. The stingy night sprinkles the silver coins of the stars on the beggars. The silence is old and no longer prohibit children. Nightmare..."*

His chopping action slowed down, as if he had fallen into a distant memory.

However, this emotion went too fast.

"Later, it was rumored in school that I was in love with her... Sorry, I should have kept a distance from her."

They smiled bitterly and said, "But she is the only one who didn't question me."

"I can't coax her into being friends with me with a reluctant gender, I tell her I want to be a girl like her, wear makeup, wear short skirts, not be more troubled by hairy legs, don't hate that look Genitals. It says female on the ID card."

"How many people have you spoken to about this?"

They didn't hesitate, "When I was younger, there were people who wanted to fall in love with me, and I thought there was hope to become friends, but later, there was no result, so I stopped contacting them."

He said it lightly.

"I got used to it slowly. I went to the bar to dance in the freshman year of high school. Does it sound bad? I have been walking around in such dazzlingly lit places since I was a child, and I know best that only at those moments can no one see you clearly Adam's apple."

"It's a wonderful feeling. There is always something to remind you at a certain moment that you are used to, and you can never rely on the light to paralyze your life."

"It's easy to say not to be afraid of the eyes of the world, but when those expressions become actions and interfere with my normal life, I have to compromise on this."

Meng Huaiming didn't think about it, it was so strange.

Obviously they didn't affect anyone, but they spent a short time together in classrooms, work units, or simply on the road, in the supermarket, and they didn't even have time to say a few complete words, let alone how to understand and be intimate. .

Just because at that moment, at a glance, it showed disgust and disgust.

One more day, one month, and I wish they could disappear completely from my eyes.

Of course, there are many cases of excessive publicity and nuisance to others, but what if there is no such thing?As if they are different from the so-called "normal", not even worthy of basic politeness and respect?

And the closer to the ordinary environment, the more the pursuit of commonality. Meng Huaiming can kick other people's ass when he is upset. Behind it is the ability to use the family to exert pressure, which is the confidence from all directions.

So it is not he who needs to find a reason to enlighten himself, but someone else, saying that the wealthy family is so eccentric, often perverse, play without scruples, libertine, and disorderly.

Whispering did not let him hear.

But he is not reconciled to being so satisfied, why can he be different from us.

"But on the seventh day, before I completely surrendered, she told me not to raise my hands and surrender to the normal field."

They looked at Meng Huaiming one after another, "Maybe you think I'm naive, but to persevere, only one aspect of support is not enough. I was indeed on the verge of collapse at that time."

Her mother was married, and she could understand her stepfather's eyes.

There are healed scars and half-old wounds on his body, and torn ruffled clothes in the drawer.

There was a smell of cigarettes on his forehead that could not dissipate at night, wet kisses and loud slaps.

They have always been the most knowledgeable children.

She didn't realize until very late that she was a man and not a woman. Where there is a lot of fish and dragons, there are all kinds of people.

But she was still savvy, and digested the Creator's clumsy joke in the fastest time.

In Fengyue's place, knowledge of taste is the highest evaluation, observing words and demeanor, and insight into opportunities, she restrained herself from a circle, avoiding her mother's new family.

She walked through the empty library of the school, the summer sun dyed it green, and even the flying dust was clean and bright.

It seems that all the swearing, negation, despair, and crying have been filtered out, and the light blocks are spliced ​​into pieces at the toes, like a fully patched skirt.

Li Fan's fingers brushed over the bookshelf, as if brushing over the black and white piano keys. Her skirt swirled in the midsummer sun, making ripples, and she tiptoed to pull out a collection of poems from the top of the bookcase.

One after another never got a bedtime story, but early mothers would unscrew the vintage radio and listen to a morning poetry reading channel.

"At that time we had dreams, about literature, about love..."*

She closed her eyes and turned a page. If there was a word in it that represented the meaning of disappearing forever, then this absurd dream would be shattered.

She turned to Chu Qi's handwritten poems.

Her paperwork covered the full text of the poem, which is deadly.

Li Fan sighed, and pointed the white paper and the girl's delicate handwriting to the light, alright... Listen to you, there is only one section left for the cold hope.

"So I clearly know that I should leave the people around me sensibly, because they and their social interaction will not allow a freak who is neither male nor female to exist, but Chu Qi does not. Chu Qi seems to be reckless and willful, but in fact Very rational and intellectual."

"She is a girl like poetry."

This description can be called romantic, but it is followed by her equally rational side, "It's hard to give up, I know, I know, my existence will make her suffer more unnecessary criticism... I can leave easily, for her Well I'm leaving, I can't do it."

"We haven't done it for her own good, but you are worrying too much." Meng Huaiming said.

They looked at Meng Huaiming almost in a daze.

Then the eyes burst into light.

Meng Huaiming almost used dirty words to cover up his mood. The child's expression at the moment was like ice crystals exposed to snow.

Li Qiong lived in Meng Huaiming's place for seven days, during which time Yanhui took them out several sets of Hanfu and Lolita locations, and took many, many photos.

Two girls with bright smiles are dressed in gorgeous costumes, as if they can leave the so-called "adults' rational world" behind.

By chance, Yan Hui asked Chu Chuqi how he got to know each other in the first place, and also gained a story about poetry.

And in Chu Qi's narration, she added her perspective.

She said, at that time, how should I put it, it was a typical trough.

Emotional instability, puberty is as turbulent as acne.

And really, really, really lonely.

"That was the first time I had a fear of loneliness, as if I had accumulated so many years of fermented fungus."

"The loneliness that has been covered for more than ten years can't be covered at last. No one loves me, and I don't love anyone. All I have is loss, and there is no meaning of parting, because I have never returned."

"So after I discovered his copied poems, I wanted to find that person crazily, to meet him, and to let me know that there are still people in the world who can relate to me. I am not really exiled at sea, wandering indefinitely."

"I waited for half a month, and that was the last day I told myself, the last time."

"And under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, my girl really came."

After hearing this, Yan Hui rubbed Chu Qi's hair, sincerely thankful for the opportunity of that midsummer.

Meng Huaiming only stayed at home for six days before leaving.

He received a text message from Su Yaowen about meeting him.

[I want to see you.Huaiming. ]

The author has something to say: *Bei Dao's "Grim Hope" and "The Polish Guest"