Liu Yichi event book

The most important thing is to understand how this language system works.

There is a space between each set of numbers, indicating that 17 and 17 are different.That is to say, there are at least more than 60 symbols representing different meanings.

So……

Liu Yichi still remembered that it was 2008.In the lazy daylight, the two were playing at the desk.At that time, the sky was always blue, and no corner was gray.

"Stop playing Barbie all the time, what's the point?"

"I think it's pretty good, Princess Daisy is so beautiful." Liu Yiyue hugged the Barbie doll in her hand like a baby.

Liu Yichi pouted and thought for a while.

"Sister, let's create a language."

"I can not do it."

Liu Yichi turned his pen around: "Then I'll do it. In this way, adults won't understand what we say casually in the future."

"Sounds good. But what are you going to do?" Liu Yiyue obediently sat beside her sister.

Liu Yichi slapped his head and said with a smile, "Since you don't understand, first mess up the sentences."

"Huh?" Liu Yiyue was confused.

"Chinese is basically in the order of subject-verb-object, so let's always put the predicate at the beginning and the subject at the end..."

"can."

"Well, now we need to change the other things... For simplicity, let's use long and short sounds to increase the vocabulary, and then use specific body language..."

Liu Yichi, who was only ten years old, worked hard all afternoon to come up with a "new language" that only she and her sister knew.Liu Yichi named it "Yuechiyu".

"We can speak 'Yuechi language' where there are adults, and privacy is guaranteed."

Liu Yiyue looked at the two big watches and nodded in confusion.

Then, two days later in the McDonald's, Liu Yichi winked, and the two began to communicate in this language.

"@#*+&..."

"[]#%≈ζ..."

"ηθ×!#&+..."

Then, I only heard people passing by frequently turning their heads to look at the two children, their faces covered.

"Which language does this child speak?" Passers-by talked one after another.

"It doesn't look like European or American ones, is it Korean?"

"It's not Korean..."

"Xinjiang people? Mongolian language!"

"Yes, it seems to be!"

When Liu Yichi and Liu Yiyue heard these words, they burst out laughing.

It was a memory of bright kids and... grown-ups who thought they were smart.

Thinking of what happened when he was a child, Liu Yichi couldn't help but smile.

If Xiaoxi’s children’s codes are like the hieroglyphs they played with back then, and each different symbol represents a specific meaning, as long as they create common vocabulary for daily communication, it is generally enough, and it is not troublesome...

Liu Yichi flipped through all the papers on one side.No, the largest number is only 63, and it is impossible to create such a system.

These numbers should not be English letters.There are only 26 English words in total, where did 63 come from?Even if there were numbers representing punctuation, that would be too much.And judging from the two days of teaching, their English level is far from being able to communicate freely.

Will it be other foreign languages?There are 40 notes in Arabic, counting letters, and 100 in Japanese including hiragana and katakana... But the idea lasted only for a moment-so many children have not learned English well, how can they use another language language?

Did I underestimate the children?Or overestimate the kids?

Time passed minute by minute, Liu Yichi tried various passwords, but he couldn't form a fluent sentence.

The night is getting darker and darker, and the stars are getting brighter and brighter.

63, 63, this number seems familiar.

It should still be considered from the child's perspective, it is definitely not difficult.What the hell are kids taught, coordinate systems? ...

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was Chen Xiaorui's message from senior sister Chen:

——Do you have the teaching plan for tomorrow's Chinese class?

Liu Yichi replied immediately:

— Yes, take them with you tomorrow morning

Miss Chen replied:

——Okay, thanks for your hard work

Elementary school Chinese is the most boring thing, there are a lot of examination requirements, especially the sixth grade elementary school.

Can't you increase your literary literacy?Liu Yichi's stomach hurts at the thought of talking about so many basic knowledge.What radicals are used to answer questions, what rhetorical techniques...

Wait.

Pinyin!

Liu Yichi's body stiffened instantly, staring at the number in front of him.

There are 23 initials, 24 finals, and 16 overall syllables. Isn't that 63?Moreover, pinyin is a key piece of knowledge in Chinese teaching in primary schools. Children must be very proficient in using it!

Why didn't I remember it at first?When Liu Yichi looked at those numbers again, he suddenly realized.

But... in what order are they in?First consonant or first final or scramble?

Liu Yichi took a closer look and immediately understood.

The frequency of the numbers 24 to 28 is much higher than other numbers, and it must be the vowel aeoiuü.

所以1—63的顺序就是先23个声母，再24个韵母，最后是16个整体认读音节。

This is one of those notes.

[1728193023501328926]

shuzaiwenquge

Books in Wenqu Pavilion

Liu Yichi stared fixedly at the deciphered sentence.what book?Why is it in Wenqu Pavilion?

Liu Yichi tried to decipher Qiuzi's note in this way.

[5241288273323252417272127]

dabuliaowopeinisi

At worst, I will die with you.

Who will die with whom?Liu Yichi's hair stood on end.

Next, she translated the remaining slips of paper one by one.The handwriting of the numbers written on them is not the same, but they are all full of childishness.

Gradually, the little notes and little secrets that the children passed on in class gradually emerged in front of my eyes...

The next day, Liu Yichi woke up unusually early.Even in summer, the sky is still just dawning.

She wants to go to Wenqu Pavilion before going to class.

Walking out of the house, a thin line lit up on the distant horizon.Although the sky is not bright, it is not so dark anymore.

She walked forward, and her shadow seemed blacker than the night.

"Aren't you going back?" Chen Xiaorui looked at Liu Yichi suspiciously when he left the classroom.

Liu Yichi on the podium turned his back to Chen Xiaorui and said, "You go first."

"Well, be careful." Chen Xiaorui looked at Liu Yichi worriedly.

After almost everyone had left, a small figure came in.That was Tian Xinzi from Class [-], Grade [-].Those big eyes on her dirty face stared blankly at Liu Yichi's back.

Without looking back, Liu Yichi wrote a series of numbers on the blackboard with chalk.

[128223373992825①]

After finishing writing, Liu Yichi turned his head and saw Tian Xinzi's small face was full of surprise.

"Teacher..." This was the first time she spoke in the past two days.

Liu Yichi smiled slightly, turned around and continued writing on the blackboard.

[2325547727②]

Tears rolled in Tian Xinzi's eyes.

"Share the blessings and share the difficulties. You are indeed the best sisters."

Liu Yichi stepped off the podium and walked in front of Tian Xinzi.She bent down slightly, trying to lower her height to the same height as Tian Xinzi.

"I want to know what is your larger than life. Can you tell me?"

The vigilance and defense in Tian Xinzi's eyes had been swept away at this moment, and he cried while hugging Liu Yichi's waist.It was as if Liu Yichi had touched the softest rice field in her heart.

When Liu Yichi returned home, he used the same method to make You He open his heart.

For the first time in so many days, this taciturn boy talked so much.

At first, Liu Yichi asked, and he answered.

Later, he kept talking and crying.

Little Youhe's lips trembled as he recalled the few months before Qiuzi's life.

Hearing the end, Liu Yichi felt like his heart was twisted.If she hadn't never cried, she would definitely be crying right now.

In this way, a long, long time passed.Until the end, You He fell asleep in Liu Yichi's arms while crying and talking.

Liu Yichi gently carried You He to the bed, and covered him with the quilt.

You He's father was still collecting corn in the field, and the whole house was empty.

Liu Yichi sat on the chair behind him.Facing the dirty little mirror on the cabinet, she saw her own face that seemed a few years older.

Every time after investigating the truth of the case, she would feel that her expression had grown old, like a dryad who had lived for a thousand years.

She played back all the information she got in the past few days in her mind.

This matter turned out to be that simple, but it was not that simple.

Those girls who cut their wrists are Qiuzi's best friends.

The four of them once wrote a solemn oath in a magazine called "Youth Is Not Sad"-the four of us are the best sisters, sharing blessings and sufferings together.After Qiuzi died, they invariably carved 8.2 on the table to commemorate Qiuzi, and made an appointment to cut their wrists together on 8.4 to accompany Qiuzi.

The book "Youth Is Not Sad" found in Wenqu Pavilion tells the story about boys and girls committing suicide.Those sad and beautiful stories deeply attracted the four little girls.

Judging from the traces of the book being read and marked, they have read and discussed it repeatedly, and even wrote "death is not terrible" next to a story.

After reading that book, Liu Yichi felt that his world view had been subverted.She doesn't know whether such a book is good or not, but she can be sure that it is a kind of poison to the pure hearts of children.

And why not only those three children scored 8.2?After asking, Liu Yichi realized that Qiuzi was the center of the universe of many classmates, the person they loved and trusted the most.

When more than one child recalled Qiuzi, his expression was full of attachment.

"Why do you like Qiuzi the most?"

"Because she understands people best."

"Can't others understand?"

"No."

"What should you do after Qiuzi dies?"

"Endure." There was despair in the forbearance, it was an expression that Liu Yichi would never forget in his life.

Those last two words pierced into Liu Yichi's heart like a knife.

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Seriously marked: Adapted from Chai Jing's "The Trauma of Two Cities"