Let go of the past

The library has always given people a warm and quiet feeling, with a sense of isolation from the world that has been quiet for years. At a table by the window, Li Ziqing sat on one side, with a half-finished paper spread out in front of him, holding a pen in his hand. Formulas for solving problems were rustlingly written on the calculus paper.Sunlight poured in through the glass window on one side, printing his drooping eyelashes into a silhouette like splashed ink. The boy's soft side face was immature and delicate, his nostrils fluttered slightly with his breathing, his thin lips were pursed lightly, and his eyes followed the movement of the pen tip , with a serious and focused expression.

The book hit the table with a dull sound, Li Ziqing gathered the spread papers slightly, moved his gaze up the hill formed by the pile of hardcover books opposite him, looked at Ji Bing and asked, "What are you doing with so many novels? "

"Let's see." Ji Bing replied as a matter of course: "You can't play games here." He said and looked around carefully, "It's not a good influence."

Li Ziqing was surprised: "Have you finished all the papers?"

Ji Bing raised his eyebrows: "It's finished, do you want to copy it?"

"...Then why are you here?"

"A date." Ji Bing looked at him strangely, as if the other party asked such a mentally retarded question.

"..." Li Ziqing was speechless, stopped talking to him, and lowered his head to continue the calculation exercises.

"Actually." Ji Bing sat down, took out a book from the top of the pile of books and put it under the palm of his hand, raised his arms and looked at Li Ziqing who was opposite, and said sincerely: "I wrote it last night, just to I can show my sense of superiority in front of you today." When he said this, he changed the topic again, and said with a rather disappointed expression: "But suddenly I feel a little boring, it is more interesting to write with you."

Li Ziqing didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, so he let out an extremely perfunctory oh.

Ji Bing muted the sound very consciously, turned sideways and licked his fingers, adjusted a posture that could read the book without delaying peeping at Li Ziqing, and began to read the novel at a glance.

Time passed slowly with the rustling of the pen tip and the occasional sound of flipping the book. Li Ziqing finished writing a paper, straightened up and changed a new one, glanced at the opposite side inadvertently, froze for a moment, and couldn't help asking: " Do you see that fast?"

Ji Bing looked over with his chin propped up, and the mountain of books that originally towered on one side of his body was divided into several piles on the other side, but it was balanced from a single peak to two hills.

"Novels, don't worry about it." Ji Bing said, "And I only read the content inside the quotation marks."

"...Doesn't that feel strange?" Li Ziqing questioned: "Many characters' emotions and the progress of the storyline still need narration and rhetorical exaggeration. Just looking at the dialogue is too dry."

"For example?" Ji Bing asked with great interest.

Li Ziqing choked for a moment, thought for a moment, and said to him: "For example, I say now that the weather is so good today. In a happy context, this is an exclamation and praise, but in a sad context, it expresses a A kind of depression and anger. Characters want to express emotions, language is only one of the ways, and it is impossible to fully understand it just by looking at the content of the dialogue.”

Li Ziqing finished speaking on his own, and his attention was drawn back, only to find that the other party was looking at him intently, his eyes were unblinking, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.He retreated reflexively, but his heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat uncontrollably. Under the other party's so focused gaze, his originally calm emotions disturbed a pool of spring water.Then his cheeks started to get hot. He slightly shifted his gaze to hide his embarrassment, coughed twice and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm thinking." Ji Bing replied honestly.

Li Ziqing: "?"

Ji Bing sat upright, leaned forward, his chest crossed the table, and said to him in a low voice: "I'm thinking about what kind of emotion you are expressing to me with your eyes at this moment."

"..." Li Ziqing took a deep breath and said to him, "How many scripts have you prepared today?"

"What script?" It was Ji Bing's turn to be puzzled, he picked up the book in his hand, shook it, and answered him: "I'm reading a novel."

Li Ziqing supported his forehead, followed his words and asked casually, "What novel?"

Ji Bing flipped to the cover, "Cai Jun's murder of Time Past."

"What are you talking about?" Li Ziqing asked casually while opening the physics paper.

"A story about a woman who forgot her first love and found it again."

Li Ziqing looked up at the cover of the book and questioned, "How do I remember that this person wrote suspense novels?"

"Really?" Ji Bing closed the book, threw it into the pile of books on the right, and casually commented: "That's too suspenseful."

Li Ziqing was noncommittal, lowered his head and began to write the physics papers. Ji Bing took another new book from the stack on the left and opened it. The sunlight outside the window deflected a little, and it was almost noon.

Li Ziqing paused on a certain multiple-choice question, showing a slightly distressed expression. Ji Bing, who was single-minded and dual-purpose, caught it in time, and asked thoughtfully, "Do you need help?"

"...I'll try harder." Li Ziqing stretched out his hand to block his gaze.

Ji Bing frowned: "Is it necessary? There is a saying that the essence of life is futility. Efforts without results are ignorant and stupid futility."

"..." Li Ziqing offered the paper with both hands: "Please."

Ji Bing took it over, glanced at it, took the ballpoint pen from Li Ziqing's hand, and explained while writing the formula on the straw paper: "This question is about the motion of charged particles in a uniformly strong magnetic field and a uniformly strong electric field." He As he spoke, he looked up and saw Li Ziqing's confused expression, and added: "This is the knowledge point of the second year of high school."

Li Ziqing opened his mouth, and just about to express his opinion, he heard him continue: "But you have learned the formulas for solving problems, the kinetic energy theorem and Newton's second law, plus the radius formula, if you can't write it out, it can only explain your Brain - cough, not clear enough..." He almost said bald mouth, and after he realized the brakes in time, he quickly listed the formulas in a smooth manner, and continued to explain calmly: "Particles are in the accelerating electric field, and the electric field force does work. First obtain the velocity V according to the kinetic energy theorem, and then obtain the time according to the kinematic formula..."

"I see." Li Ziqing snatched the ballpoint pen from him, and said without emotion: "Thank you, Master Ji, for your enlightenment."

"Are you angry?" Ji Bing observed his expression, his tone was a little cautious, and said to him: "I'm used to scolding Li Ru, I'm sorry."

"I'm not angry with you." Li Ziqing raised his head from the test paper and looked at him seriously. After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed: "Maybe, I'm a little jealous. Obviously I learned everything. It’s in my head, you know how to use it, but I don’t. Sometimes talent is really unreasonable.”

Ji Bing breathed a sigh of relief, and then a smile appeared in his eyes, and he said to him, "Talent is different for everyone, so don't underestimate yourself."

"It means that I am born to be useful." Li Ziqing took it casually, and mischievously argued: "The talent for moving bricks and the talent for scientific research are still very different."

"Isn't it right?" Ji Bing said, reaching out his hand involuntarily. Li Ziqing was stunned for a moment, then instinctively retreated. embarrassment expression.

Li Ziqing forcibly moved his eyes back to the scroll surface, but his heartbeat became more violent uncontrollably. He moved the chair unnaturally, but he didn't grasp the strength properly. The chair legs rubbed against the smooth marble floor and made a sharp sound. , immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.

"I'm sorry." Ji Bing looked around and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone because of my negligence."

Everyone saw that he was a handsome young student, so they didn't want to blame him too much. They all smiled kindly at him and looked away one after another.

"...Thank you." Li Ziqing said softly.

"No, I just scared you."

Li Ziqing buried his head in the test paper, his expression was calm, but his heart was roaring crazily: Please stop, I don't want to surrender so quickly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Ji Bing's eyes were still locked on him, and he searched for topics quickly in his mind, finally found one, looked up at Ji Bing and asked, "Will you participate in the high school physics competition next month?"

"The final exam will be coming soon next month." Ji Bing thought.

"It doesn't matter to you."

Ji Bing nodded, but turned around and asked him: "This year seems to be held in City B, do you want to go to the Forbidden City to see the snow?"

Li Ziqing's eyes widened: "Me?"

"The school has three places." Ji Bing smiled at him.

Li Ziqing took a deep breath and said in fear, "...I can't do it."

"If you're afraid of affecting the final exam, I'll review it for you when the time comes, and it's only three days, so you won't miss too much."

It turned out that when he mentioned the final exam just now, he wasn't thinking about himself at all, but Li Ziqing.

"But..." Li Ziqing felt a sense of embarrassment, "I'm not very good at physics..."

"Just do a few more sets of questions. It's just a high school competition. There won't be too many tricky questions."

Li Ziqing was still hesitating, but his right hand that was placed on the table was suddenly covered by a wave of warmth, his body trembled, and he wanted to take his hand back, but was held in his palm persistently by the other party, who looked at him fixedly and said "Let's go together, Li Ziqing." Ji Bing's eyes were burning, showing a stubbornness that could not be refused: "I want to go with you."