Bai Yueguang he bent suddenly

Lu Weiming's heart sank suddenly, like a boulder slammed into the deep sea, sinking slowly after being immersed in the sea surface, the boundless sea water wrapped up, the heart lost weight, and then the salty sea water poured into the nose and nose, choking people's hearing All will be paralyzed.

For a moment, Lu Weiming even suspected that he was pseudo-deaf.

After that, he didn't hear the woman's answer either in astonishment or bewilderment. He just raised his eyes to scan the two figures on the side of the wall against the feeling of suffocation, and then picked up the cigarette on the ground. , Throw it into the trash can next to it, and then walk into the auditorium.

The auditorium was dimly lit, except for a row of spotlights above the podium.

Lu Weiming found Su Keqing in a group of heads in the third row from the bottom of the reception desk, and it really was a Fengshui throne.

There was a lot of voices around, Su Keqing yelled at him a few words, but he couldn't hear clearly, and didn't ask again.

It wasn't until he sat on the seat that Lu Weiming secretly let out the breath that had been held in his heart.

In a trance, a slender figure flashed from behind the stage, and the originally noisy surroundings instantly quieted down.

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Weiming raised his eyelids and saw the person not far away.

There are three rows of seats, an aisle, and a reception desk, but this is the closest they have come to each other in ten years.

It's really him.

Sandgull is a little taller than it was ten years ago.

This was the first thought that flashed through Lu Weiming's mind.

It really is this bastard!is the second.

Sha Ou was wearing a long black windbreaker with a very elegant style. The early autumn night in the north was already chilly, and the warm air was turned on in the auditorium very humanely. He took off the windbreaker and hung it on the back of the chair. The simple black western style He was wearing a white shirt, and when the cuffs of the shirt were rolled up, the silver-gray cuff buttons flashed a cold brilliance under the light.

Lu Weiming rolled his eyes.

Shaou sat down behind the ceremonial table and inserted the micro-mobile hard disk he brought with him into the computer. The audio equipment in the venue had already been adjusted. He pressed the desktop microphone switch, thanked the hospital for the invitation, and started the lecture The courseware, started today's professional lecture.

There were no ceremonial greetings, no familiar warm-up remarks, and no extra words.

Even the content of the lectures has obvious Shaou's personal style.

Cool and simple, indifferent and sharp.

Just like him.

The slide screen hanging in the center of the auditorium was on, and the simple-style courseware was projected across. There was no unnecessary noise in the entire auditorium except for the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Shaou was sitting in the middle of the stage, the row of spotlights above his head had been turned off, leaving only a light follower light on him, his whole figure seemed to be wrapped in a huge circle of cool-toned light and shadow , the pines are as emerald as green, but strangers should not get close.

The two-hour professional lecture made Lu Weiming feel like he was attending a solemn funeral.

It wasn't until the end of Shaou's lecture and the last 10 minutes of free questioning that the atmosphere in the venue became a little looser.

The huge crystal chandelier on the dome suddenly lit up, and under the light were a group of curious babies sitting obediently and raising their hands.

The first person to ask a question was a boy of a rare breed. He asked Sha Ou: "Teacher, students in our journalism department all know that the first rule of news reporting is to present facts objectively and realistically, but writing news reviews is based on The subjective consciousness of the reviewer is the starting point, so if there is a conflict between the commented news event or person and the reviewer’s point of view, what should I do?”

Sha Ou said: "This is normal. Writing comments on current events is not writing news articles. The two are completely different carriers of thought. The core point of view of the commentator is the soul of the entire article, how he views the established facts, and the overall orientation of the article. What kind of style is it? However, this does not mean that subjective arguments can jump out of the general framework of public order, good customs and moral principles, and thus challenge the public opinion with the whole society. Since current commentators have the right to speak, they should always speak out for kindness and justice. "

Sha Ou's voice is rather cold, but even with such a cool sound quality to answer such professional questions, it doesn't have a pleasant sound like a blade-like stagnation.

When Sha Ou answered the question, his eyes were always on the questioner. Even when he was choosing the next questioner, he only looked around for a while, and then locked on the target.

Therefore, he never saw Lu Weiming who was less than ten meters away from him.

But Lu Weiming's eyes were on him from the beginning to the end.

He felt that Sha Ou had changed, but the occasional small movements between his actions seemed to have not changed, he was still the alienated and unruly boy ten years ago.

Think more.

Lu Weiming was slightly delusional, thinking that whether he changed or not, his mother had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, Su Keqing who was beside her stood up with a microphone in her hand, Lu Weiming's eyes sharpened, and then she raised her head.

He didn't listen to Su Keqing's question. At this moment, his and Sha Ou's eyes finally met in mid-air.

He saw Sha Ou's eyes stagnate for a moment, and then various emotions such as astonishment, surprise and disbelief flashed quickly in those eyes that were always calm and indifferent in his impression.

In the end, he fell into a panicked daze.

Lu Weiming's heart was turbulent, but his face was calm, saying that it's rare for you to panic.

Then, without dodging or evading, she looked at him calmly for more than ten seconds.

Su Keqing's questioning has been over for several seconds, but Sha Ou still has no response. Su Keqing thought, is it because my question is too difficult?Isn't it so difficult, "How to make a serious review article lively and interesting"?It's not difficult......

"Teacher Sha?" Su Keqing held the microphone and called out tentatively.

This sound seemed to pull Sha Ou out of a nightmare, his whole body trembled imperceptibly, but Lu Weiming saw it clearly.

Sha Ou clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then his expression returned to normal, and he said calmly: "Excuse me, this student, can you repeat the question just now?"

So Su Keqing happily repeated it again.

Sha Ou frowned slightly after listening, thought for two seconds, and asked: "What I don't quite understand is, since it is a serious review article, why should the style be made lively and interesting? Does the reviewer look cute?"

Sha Ou seldom joked to invigorate the atmosphere in personal lectures, so there was a moment of silence in the auditorium, and then there was a burst of provocative laughter.

Su Keqing, who was praised by the male god for being cute, was also silly and had fun with the people around her.

Are you joking in public?Lu Weiming couldn't help but let out a cold snort in his heart. Unexpectedly, ten years later, this bastard would have two faces.

Sha Ou's palms on the stage were wet with cold sweat. Only he knew that this was just to cover up his gaffe just now.

Fortunately, the free questioning session ended here, and the whole lecture came to an end, otherwise he was not sure that he could still answer a few questions in a sane state.

It was him.

Ten years passed by, and the person who had waited for ten years with the hope of seeing each other again in this life reappeared in his life at such an accidental moment.

It seems that after a long and bitter self-punishment, I have tasted a little bit of sweetness that fate is finally willing to give.

The students in the auditorium began to walk out in an orderly manner, and Xiaoou sat on the chair all the time, lowering his head to pack his personal belongings.

Sha Ou's face remained calm, but the torrent surged in his heart.

He was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't even find a way to break the barrier that had imprisoned him for ten years.

Looking at it from Lu Weiming's point of view, you can just see Sha Ou's tight jawline. Under the cold light, his side face is sharp and sharp.

A laptop on the table was provided by the hospital, and the only personal belongings belonging to Shaou are the mobile hard disk on the computer, a hard-covered notebook, a pen, and a thermos cup.

I don't know how to make a 10-minute trick with just such a few things.

Su Keqing went back to school to listen to the lecture during the holidays, and naturally invited her classmates to sing K together after the end, and it was estimated that she would sing all night long.

Finally, the crowd dispersed, and only Lu Weiming, who was sitting in the third row, and Shaou, who was always hanging his head slightly, were left in the huge auditorium.

It's just a deliberate wait.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came from beside him that Shaou raised his head and glanced at Lu Weiming who had come onto the stage.

Standing one and sitting next to each other, it may be that the gap in sight caused unequal gazes. This posture of being looked down on by others caused psychological pressure on Shaou. He moved his completely numb left leg and stood up.

Any two men whose average height is over 180 look at each other at such a close distance is probably the beginning of a bloody one-on-one fight.

However, it does not.

Lu Weiming and even the gentleman extended his right hand politely, and started with a rather polite greeting that he hadn't seen in ten years: "Old classmate, long time no see."

Sha Ou pursed the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand to shake him, then withdrew it: "What a coincidence."

Obviously, they were two people who used to have a fight, and even almost got along, but they chose the most clichéd way to keep going. Really, hypocrisy and hypocrisy have no fucking creativity.

So after the pleasantries, they fell into a stalemate, and the two looked at each other without embarrassment again.

In such a palpitating silence, the anger in Lu Weiming's heart finally began to bulge out in clusters. He could even hear his own voice roaring in his ears. Is there really nothing you want to say to me?It's been ten years, Sha Ou, after the unexpected reunion, apart from a coincidence, do you really have nothing else you want to tell me?

Even if it’s about finding a place to catch up on the old days, as long as you open your mouth, maybe I’ll still be like ten years ago, when my brain is hot and I’m not promising, I’ll fucking agree?

However, Sha Ou has always been silent, just like he met ten years ago, he will always be treated coldly, and will never be the first person to speak.

Lu Weiming's whole chest was burning with fire. The ten years of nostalgia and the vague hatred engraved in his bones finally found an outlet in Shaou's silence. When he spoke again, his voice was almost hoarse: "Ten I haven't seen you for a year, but my old classmates have changed a lot, even the way of rejecting others is completely different from ten years ago."

There was a trace of astonishment in Shaou's eyes.

"What did you tell me on the night of your birthday ten years ago, do you still remember?"

Sand Gull's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes gradually became turbulent.

Lu Weiming sneered, and then said: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, I have a good memory, and I will help you recall the memories." He took a step closer and narrowed the distance between the two: "That night, I tossed and tossed until midnight. He ran away from home, didn't get his driver's license yet, but drove desperately for three hours to find you downstairs at your house, just to tell you..."

At this point, Lu Weiming's voice paused for half a second, and then he sneered.Sha Ou didn't give him a chance to say the following words ten years ago, and now he doesn't want to humiliate himself again.

"But how did you tell me?" Lu Weiming staggered half a step, and almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth: "Tell me, if you take the first step in some things, what do you want to do?" It’s not easy to look back, let me be sober, first ask myself if I’m..." He took a deep breath, then repented, "Finally, you tell me, you, no, yes!"

Sha Ou tightly clenched the hand hanging by his side, the knuckles turned white, and the fingertips were embedded in the palm.

The floodgate of memories was suddenly opened, and the dust and smoke from the past rushed to the face in an instant, making it difficult to breathe, but Lu Weiming wanted to make things worse: "But what happened just now? Just before your lecture, Mr. Sha, why did you refuse that lecture?" The girl's—gender, incompatibility!"

Lu Weiming suddenly grabbed Sha Ou's wrist with such strength that he wanted to crush him: "Am I? I've been asking myself this question for so many years, but now I want to ask my old classmate, you What is this, bending a sword for ten years? Then what the fuck is this ten years for me in your eyes!"

Severe pain came from the wrist, and spread to the heart along the meridians along the arm, but Shaou did not move at all. After a long while, he closed his eyes hard, and finally said in a hoarse voice——

"Feel sorry."

From the age of 28 to the age of [-], these two words have gone through ten years of wind and rain, and now they are heard in my ears, but they are like a chasm, separating the two people from the parallel world. God, I don't know whether my apology is for the impulsive young man ten years ago, or for the person in front of me ten years later.

In front of Lu Weiming, the young man's wanton smiling face in his memory.

The faces are blurred and gradually merged.

In the end, there was only the silhouette running against the wind on the training ground on the campus ten years ago.