we are not twins

It was late January, and the school uniform of shirt + trousers (now I know that Wang Mengqi did not like shirts and trousers, but the school uniform he had to wear) had long since evolved into shirt + sweater + suit + trousers.Zuo Xiaoxiao got used to this kind of old-fashioned attire, in fact, he now thinks that he is not old-fashioned at all, which is called solemn and mature.

In addition to the school uniform, he also successfully adapted to teaching in English, a wide variety of club activities, his English name LDS (abbreviation for Leftdoublesmall) at school, and Wang Mengqi's nagging all day long.

"Your homework needs to be done on time and carefully, or it will affect your GPA."

"Know it!"

"Tests are also very important, otherwise it will affect your GPA."

"Know it!"

"There are four D's in the half-term exam, and two failed? You have to be careful, if the number of failed subjects in the final exam reaches a certain amount..."

"It will affect my GPA! I know."

"No, you may repeat a grade."

"Oh, it's not that serious."

"hope so."

Fortunately, the nasty final exams have not yet come, but the lovely MaD2013 has arrived as scheduled.Before that, Zuo Xiaoxiao had enough time to understand what it was.

MaD, decomposed into MakeADifference, Chinese free translation: creating a difference, is a large-scale annual meeting hosted by the Hong Kong Contemporary Cultural Center, which aims to encourage young people aged 16-35 to use their creativity to change the world.Every January, for three days, MaDees from the Mainland, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Asia and other parts of the world gather at the Kwai Tsing Theater in Hong Kong, and will experience Speech, Studio, Workshop, Water Drop Forum, Night City Tracking, [email protected] West Nine and other interesting activities.This is already the fourth time.

In the early morning of that day, a group of seven or eight students who met us took a transit bus at Huanggang Port.It only took a few hours to arrive in Kowloon Tong, and then transfer to the crowded MTR to Kwai Fong Station.The Kwai Tsing Theater, the main venue, is next to Exit C.

This is the first time Zuo Xiaoxiao came to Hong Kong, and he saw the giant banner hanging above the theater from a distance, and saw MaDees with red nameplates hanging everywhere, all of them were of the same age, full of vigor, chatting and laughing, his little heart was uneasy jump up.

Queued, registered, finally admitted.

The opening speaker was Mr. Yan, chairman of the Cultural Foundation, a public welfare platform from Taiwan. He talked about his ideal of "humanistic spirit" in soft Mandarin.Zuo Xiaoxiao sat on the chair and straightened her back.In this atmosphere, he felt that seriousness was necessary, even though he didn't have much experience with most of what the gentleman said.

This was followed by speeches by two artists, one from Beijing and one from London.There was also a percussionist, who used tambourines and impromptu singing to bring the audience into a quiet meditation journey, and then the opening ceremony ended, and everyone was free to choose Polylogues (multiple dialogue sessions) with different themes.

It's like elective courses, same time slot, different venues, different lectures or workshops.It is also a choice that we face every day.Wang Mengqi took Zuo Xiaoxiao to listen to "The Power of Knowledge".

The sunny girl in California established the ProjectH Design Classroom, so that more people can easily acquire design knowledge and participate in the process of community development.The young man from Tokyo developed a sign language encyclopedia and a special keyboard to make translation between sign languages ​​a reality.Aunt from Bangkok founded an institution to provide education for Burmese migrant workers.The three interlocutors from different regions have the same idea through different routes - through the sharing of knowledge, ordinary people can be equipped to become more confident citizens.

Isn't this what I'm going through?Zuo Xiaoxiao felt a strange sense of intimacy, and suddenly understood why Wang Mengqi offered to help him, and further understood his sentence that "you can only change your destiny by reading books".Gently turning his head, Wang Mengqi's profile appeared clear under the shadow of the auditorium, and Zuo Xiaoxiao couldn't help feeling a little more grateful and determined in his heart.

After Day1, the students decided to go to Tsim Sha Tsui for dinner, and then split up for entertainment.

What?40 yuan for a barbecued pork rice? !It costs 58 yuan for a combination of roast duck and chicken? !Is there such a money grab? !

Zuo Xiaoxiao stared at the menu board, thinking that he had entered a high-end restaurant by mistake.Looking up at the narrow hall, the colorful posters, and the Hong Kong-style roasted meat hanging on the open shelf at the door, he was sure that this was really a restaurant of the same grade as Fat Boy Tea Restaurant.

His usual meal card was recharged by Wang Mengqi, but he couldn't reach out to ask him for it when he went out this time, so Zuo Xiaoxiao allocated part of his previous savings to bring it.Looking at the prices, the budget is still a bit tight.However, seeing that Wang Mengqi and other students were calm, he swallowed the complaints from his mouth, silently ordered a relatively cheap rice noodles, and his heart that had been open for less than half a day suddenly felt a little depressed.

But Zuo Xiaoxiao quickly adjusted his mentality and decided to save money for the next few days, and only allowed himself to borrow money from Wang Mengqi when he couldn't make it through.

Day 2 was equally exciting. Zuo Xiaoxiao even tried to take off the earphones used for simultaneous interpretation and listen to English directly.In the past, it would have been a fantasy, but of course, he can't say the same thing now.

The biggest harvest was the "Dark Night City Tracking" that started in the evening.Hundreds of young people were randomly divided into groups of six. Zuo Xiaoxiao’s group consisted of two Hong Kong middle school students, one Malaysian university student, one Indian high school student, and one also from the Mainland. he.

According to the rules, they handed in all their wallets, Octopus cards, and communication devices except for the two mobile phones, and then received 300 Hong Kong dollars and a material bag (which contained maps, raincoats, glucose, flashlights, etc.).In this way, groups of strange young people set off towards the old town of Kowloon East.What are you going to do?It depends on what kind of tasks are obtained from the checkpoint.In Zuo Xiaoxiao's eyes, these tasks can be described as mysterious and strange.

For example, to find out in what year a forgotten ancient market was built.For this reason, they ran the whole street and asked everyone, and only got the exact information from an old lady who opened a tofu shop.

"Hey, I was still a young girl when this place was completed." What about you old Guigeng? "I don't remember." No way, old man! "Just kidding, actually..."

Amidst the laughter, the first task was successfully completed.Soon they got other weirder tasks: imitating dead bodies to take pictures, singing to passers-by, and going to the police station to see the reward announcement.

I have been running wildly all night, and I have been counting points all night. I finally arrived at the West Kowloon Promenade before nine o'clock, lying on the lawn under the starry sky, and the band's crooning came from my ears. At that moment, the victory and defeat It is no longer important.

After eating supper and drinking beer, Zuo Xiaoxiao bid farewell to his new friends, and returned to the hotel tired and excited.

"You're finally willing to come back." Wang Mengqi had already finished his shower and was lying on the bed reading a book.

"You are not my wife, why are you waiting for me?"

"It's tomorrow's Waterdrop Forum. Didn't I let you be the keynote speaker? Can you perform well?"

Oops, forgot all about it.Zuo Xiaoxiao sneered, got into the bathroom, took a 5-minute shower, and came out wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt.

"How about I practice now?" As he spoke, he began to dance the pole dance, which made Wang Mengqi, who was a little unhappy at first, burst out laughing, "Don't worry, I've already mastered it."

Wang Mengqi shook his head lightly, what else could he do if he didn't let go of his heart.