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Even with the mental preparation, at the beginning of the training camp, the ascetic life was still too menacing.

Sleeping in the early hours of the morning and getting up in the early hours of the morning, with ice on the top of the head, the neck and tailbone are always stiff, drawing all kinds of heads, plaster, earthenware pots, and throwing away sketch paper one by one, and a bottle of white paint for a bottle of money There is not enough, and the days are exhausted day by day.

That day Yao Jianqi fought hard against the gray face of a head, his fingernails were full of lead carbon, he was tired but it was really hot afterwards, the summer in the north was no more pleasant than that in the south, even though it was almost the beginning of autumn.The fan seems to be from the last century, with a layer of hair that has not been taken care of, and the crumbs are scattered when it turns.

Yao Jianqi changed the cooling stickers to the back of his neck, lifted the easel, and moved it to the corner of the stairs, hoping to catch some wind.

When the painting reached the shoulders, a female classmate from the same studio ran over and showed him a sketchbook. Yao Jianqi said a few words and helped to change some muscles and details.

"Thank you!" The classmate patted his head repeatedly with enlightenment, and reminded him before leaving, "Hurry up, the teacher is going to make a model painting."

After she left, Yao Jianqi adjusted the projector, and slowly went back with the drawing board and fishing chair in his arms.

When entering the door, I accidentally bumped into someone, and heard a "tsk" of saliva.

Yao Jianqi really didn't look at the road, he said sorry to him, and planned to walk in, but the other party didn't give way immediately.

Only then did he look at the other person seriously, and found that the person was Su Xie, who came to this studio from No. [-] Middle School, his expression seemed a little unhappy, but when he met his eyes, he withdrew again, and Yao Jianqi didn't know if he was so close I am dazzled.

Everyone has their own emotions, but the ordinary meeting is far from the point of asking "what's the matter", Yao Jianqi clamped the clipboard, stepped back half a step, and prepared to enter through the back door.

It's just that Su Xie suddenly walked away quickly, without saying anything, leaving some unhappy silence.

There was a bottle of canned orange slices in the middle, which was occupied by Chen Zhe for Yao Jianqi. Yao Jianqi walked around a few boxes of paint, and as soon as he sat down, he leaned over.

"I'm scared to death." With a pencil between his fingers, Chen Zhe put his hand to his mouth and said, "I thought he was looking for trouble for you."

Yao Jianqi spread out the folding chair and asked, "Why?"

"Did Liu Miaobing ask you to look at the paintings just now?"

It was the girl who asked just now.

"Yes, what's the matter."

"She also asked Su Xie before." Chen Zhe glanced around and said, "Maybe she didn't quite understand it, so she went to look for you again." He said in a low voice, "When Su Xie found out, he didn't I was so happy, saying that Liu Miaobing looked down on him, and the young couple had a small quarrel."

Liu Miaobing and Su Xie were only together during the training camp. Once, they were caught by the teacher and strayed into the dormitory. At that time, they thought they were talking in the studio. Yao Jianqi only heard a few gossips from Chen Zhe at the dinner table, and his impression was limited to that.

Yao Jianqi was slightly surprised, and said, "Just looking at the painting."

"That's right!" Chen Zhe was a little indignant, and tapped the tip of the pen on his leg, "Is this a big deal, it's so embarrassing."

He pouted to the left again, and whispered, "Liu Miaobing is still crying in the corner."

Yao Jianqi laid the drawing board across his knees, and didn't watch other people's gaffes too much. At that time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this episode, he just said: "I will pay attention to it later."

In the second half of the year, Yao An worked as an intern at a sports rehabilitation studio. The studio was founded by seniors from his school. It is not far from the campus and can be reached by a small yellow car.

When he first entered, Yao An just cooperated to record some online class videos, miscellaneous, such as how to practice swan arms to save O-shaped legs to treat wealth, so much that Yao An officially started training after he thought he had entered the live broadcast platform by mistake. Certification, practice with the rehabilitation teacher.

Recently, I have been busy with the postoperative rehabilitation of a knee joint, helping patients to do leg drop exercises.Breaking legs without pain is very measured. Yao An's hand was opened by Lu Zhishen. Although he has practiced it countless times, he was still quite apprehensive before making the move.

The other party is an elder brother in his early thirties, and he doesn't look at him in a daze, and chats with him casually, which eases a lot of his tension.

At the end of the course of treatment, the two added a WeChat message. At that time, the other party was able to trot and invited him to play table tennis. Yao An was quite satisfied, feeling that he could accomplish anything, and added a sum of money to the "Pilot" project.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, Yao Jianqi received a red envelope from Yao An. It was half an hour before he handed in his mobile phone. The records in the past 24 hours showed that he had not received any news from Yao An. Lost, but exceptions are allowed.

The red content called "Birds who stay up late have food to eat" has a lot of content. Seeing Qi Lian's touch, Yao made a voice while copying: "Please support me."

Over there returned an emoji bag with a pipe and sunglasses on, the style of special gold, and the embedded text was: chatting on the bed.

I don't know who led the other, but the two of them can be said to go hand in hand on the road of shamelessness.Yao Jianqi was dispelled by him all night's tiredness, and the lines of his face, which were stretched like a plaster base, became slender, but he said with a different attitude: "You went to that nightclub again, it's so late."

"It doesn't exist." Yao An said calmly, "Haven't you heard that one cannot step into the same nightclub twice."

"Yao An, let me tell you," Yao Jianqi leaned on the receiver, persuading, "Training is always the most emotional test, if you can't get your phone, you can't see anyone, if I find out that you are doing tricks behind my back—hehe. "

The last two utterances seem to be domestic violence. In line with the purpose of stifling all tragedies in the cradle, Yao An is very upright——

cowardly.

"Ancestor, I really don't have one!" Yao An exclamation points are loyal.

"Then why did you go?" Yao Jianqi said, "I must be sleeping at this hour."

"I fell asleep, set the alarm clock to wake up." The other side replied.

Yao Jianqi asked strangely, "Why set the alarm clock?"

"Magic for you!"

"magic?"

"Get up now, go outside and find a more open place." Yao An said mysteriously.

Yao Jianqi chuckled lightly: "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, hurry up, they're here!" Yao An urged over there.

Yao Jianqi really stood up, unconsciously holding the pencil in his left hand, like a default action.He passed through pairs of dark circles and semi-finished products, and when he went downstairs, he met the plaster statue. The clumps of withered poplars blocked his sight, so he ran faster and faster, and came to the bright open space.

"Look up!" Yao An said excitedly.

After hearing this, Yao Jianqi raised his head as if he wanted to drink a piece of night sky, his Adam's apple was exposed to the cool oxygen: "What about after that?"

"Wait a minute!"

The two held their breaths at the same time, because they were each other, the wait was not long.

About 5 minutes later, a slender silver line suddenly appeared at the bottom of the eyeball. Yao Jianqi wiped the corner of his eye to make sure he didn't look at the flower.

He suddenly said, "This is..."

"It's a satellite chain! Is it here?!" Yao An excitedly whispered in his ears, "I read on the news that a batch of satellite chains are going to pass through your city, and that's right now!"

The treble fell, and the 60 star chains sailed into the southwest corner of the sky, like a galaxy railway, sailing in the Prussian blue universe.

Yao Jianqi dialed the video and pointed the camera at the sky.

"I can't see clearly." Yao An squeezed the camera frame.

Yao Jianqi raised his mobile phone and followed the satellite like flying a kite, his voice fluttering in the wind: "How about this?"

"I see a little bit!" Yao An echoed him loudly.

Yao Jianqi raised his hand higher and stared at the sky: "Now?"

"I can see it!" Yao An leaned on the screen and shouted, "It turned!"

The star trail goes straight around a star, and a triangle is drawn with a ruler.Yao Jianqi was fascinated by the sight, tripped over a stone pier, fell over, threw the phone in mid-air, and narrowly missed it before landing.

Yao An was startled at the other end: "Did you fall?!"

"Nope." Yao Jianqi gritted his teeth in pain, stumbled up from the ground, and stuffed the pen that had fallen headless back into his pocket.

"Be careful, don't fall into the ditch!"

Yao Jianqi smiled: "Come and get me."

"You're skinny, aren't you?" Yao An told him earnestly, "Don't run around, just stay where you are. It's easy to watch quietly."

Yao Jianqi said yes, patted his knees and palm ashes, and sat down on the stone pier.

This hemisphere has not yet fallen into dawn, but the lights of each car on the star track are like daylight, and there may be no passengers behind the window. It shuttles, bright, magnificent and lonely.

Looking at the sky is an endangered romance.

Even in a radius of ten miles, there is no one with the same elevation angle, but the only person who wants to meet with him is here at this moment.

Yao Jianqi thought of Kenji Miyazawa, whom they read together when they were young, and just before the end of the track disappeared into the night sky, he said to Yao An: "Maybe I am not Giovanni, but you are my immortal Corbenela. "

The author says:

Kenji Miyazawa's "Night on the Milky Way Railway": On the night of the Centaur Constellation Festival, the teenagers Giovanni and Corbenera travel together in the universe on the Milky Way Railway bound for heaven.When he woke up, he found that it was just a dream, and he learned of Corbenela's death