Manhattanhenge

Near the end of the semester, Ning Yixiao was selected by the ministry as the new vice-minister of the study department, preparing to replace the senior who is about to leave school during the graduation season.

After taking office, his first job was to organize reading and watching movies, an activity that was not related to learning for him.

In fact, whether it is reading unnecessary books or watching movies, Ning Yixiao seldom does it.He spends all his time studying, studying for the test scores, and even the starting point of running for the student union cadre is to earn more credits and accumulate more contacts.

Professors like students with excellent academic performance, and leaders like the secretary of the Youth League Committee often like students with strong organizational skills.

Ning Yixiao doesn't like being the leader of his peers, but he is willing to do all the things that will contribute to his bleak future, and he doesn't have any more time to spend on other things.

The department has applied for an activity room for the reading and viewing club, and other students in the department have specially purchased some books with funds and used them to decorate the room.

There was a shower that day and the weather was not good. Ning Yixiao enthusiastically helped them bring in a whole box of books and put them on the shelves one by one.

"You worked hard all night. If it weren't for you, we would have gone to the next building to borrow a trailer."

Ning Yixiao always had a gentle smile on his face, "It's a small matter, you're welcome."

The other party still did not give up on his kindness and praise, Ning Yixiao made an excuse to let her turn on the air conditioner, "It seems stuffy in the room."

"it is good."

Only he was left to put the book by himself, Ning Yixiao put away the smile on his face, and quietly opened the transparent plastic cover, hearing a sudden thunder outside the window.

When he bent down again to pick up a new set from the box, he found a line of very distinctive words printed on the waistband:

[My whole life has been just a vulgar struggle for social advancement. ]①

Ning Yixiao stared silently for a moment, then took off the girdle, folded it in half, and threw it into the trash can beside it.

"Yixiao, please send a comment card for me."

"Well, good." Ning Yixiao put the book away, turned and walked away.

The students who participated in the activity came in one by one, and when there were almost enough people to fill the small audio-visual room, Ning Yixiao walked up to the stage, introduced the arrangement of the reading and watching movie with a smile, and encouraged everyone to discuss actively, even though he himself Not interested, he hoped that he would spend an extra hour in his part-time job to make money and pay off his debts.

But this top university has never lacked students who love literature and art. Unlike him, most of the people here are born with the best educational resources.The favored ones don't need to struggle in the sea of ​​questions, and have a lot of time to enrich themselves.

The people in the seats naturally formed groups of three and four, sharing books.Ning Yixiao felt relieved because of this, he didn't need to work hard for the reading activity in the first half.

When everyone was discussing, he was sitting by the side, using the computer in the activity room to prepare lessons.

The mathematics tutoring in the second grade of junior high school is the source of most of his living expenses, and it is also the relatively easiest one among all his part-time jobs.

"One night, when will the movie be shown?" Almost halfway through, Li Cong, a member of the department, came over and asked him in a low voice, "Will you wait 10 minutes?"

Ning Yixiao smiled, his eyes still did not leave the computer screen, and his tone was brisk, "Okay." He finished typing the last formula, closed the document, got up and emptied Li Cong, "Did you copy it?"

"No, I'll do it now." Li Cong said.

When the preparations were ready, Ning Yixiao got up and turned off all the lights, Li Cong clicked play, the projection screen lit up, and the movie started.

This is an obscure autobiographical film—Mirror, which begins with a long zoom shot, a field with blue and purple flowers blooming like an oil painting, rural bushes and houses, a woman smoking on a fence, and a monologue for no apparent reason.

There was a lot of wind in the film, so strong that Ning Yixiao began to think whether it was a coincidence during filming or man-made, and how could such a strong wind be blown.

The whole field is turning up the grass waves, the green sea.

Ning Yixiao and Li Cong stood side by side, leaning against the wall, looking at the projection indifferently.

He thought seriously, could it be a helicopter?

At this moment, the closed door of the audio-visual room suddenly creaked softly, and the door opened a little bit. A boy walked in very lightly, and closed the door sideways.

When he turned his head, the wet face was splashed with a halo of illusion like oil painting.Probably because of running in the rain, he was panting slightly, his chest heaving.

A burst of lightning outside the window illuminated his wet brows and eyes clearly.

Ning Yixiao seemed to be caught by something instinctively.

The man in the movie recites Russian vernacular poems with no change in rhythm, and the subtitles roll:

[Every moment we get together is celebrated as a festival, the world is only you and me.

You, lighter and braver than a bird, gallop down the winding staircase and lead me through the lilac bushes to your domain. ②]

Ning Yixiao missed the translation of these poems, but later he will never forget the scene of Su Hui appearing in the dim video room.

So much so that later, he reconstructed this picture countless times in his mind and dreams.

Accompanying the intruder step by step towards the last row of seats was not only the changing light and shadow, but also Ning Yixiao's eyes.He didn't even notice that he was staring at it for a long time, until Li Cong who was beside him elbowed him.

"Hey, did you see that man?"

Li Cong's voice was very low, mostly suppressed by the movie's music.

Ning Yixiao lowered his head unnaturally, and remained silent for two seconds before lowering his voice to respond: "What's wrong?"

"The one who just came in, Su Hui, do you know him?" The smile on Li Cong's face was somewhat contemptuous and playful, but not obvious.

Ning Yixiao just shook his head, and subconsciously smiled, "Can I still know everyone?"

"That's right, you're from the computer science department, so it's normal if you don't know it from a distance. He's a weird guy, very weird."

Li Cong used such words to describe him at the beginning, which made Ning Yixiao feel dissatisfied, but he didn't show it.

Li Cong didn't notice, and was stared at by the students in the front row, so he took out his mobile phone and sent Ning Yixiao a message on WeChat.

[Economic Management-Li Cong: He is in the same college as me, but he is not a major, he is from the Department of Finance.The financial department of our school is under so much study pressure, so I can't wait to spend 24 hours a day as 48 hours.

As for him, he asks for leave at every turn, and sometimes disappears for a month or two. Last year, he dropped out of school. I don't know whether it is because of his poor health or his tiredness of studying.But it's strange, the exams he took, the grades are pretty good. ]

After reading the news, Ning Yixiao raised his eyes again, unconsciously looking in Su Hui's direction.He leaned against the back of the chair, wiped the water from the side of his face with a tissue, and stared at the screen very intently, with big eyes.

The burning fire in the movie was reflected on his face, and in his eyes, his overly pale face was covered with an ambiguous red.

[Economic Management-Li Cong: I heard that he doesn't like this major. It seems that he applied to change majors in his freshman year, and it seems that they were all approved, but he didn't go. I don't understand. Maybe this is the willfulness of the young master. ]

[Ning Yixiao: Young master? ]

[Jiangguan-Li Cong: I heard others say that his birth is the finish line for others. I am not sure if he has power and money in his family. I just listened to it. Anyway, his background is very hard. big. ]

This speculation itself contradicts the fact that Li Cong said just now, Ning Yixiao thought.

Since the exams that he has taken have achieved good results, he will not be a person who goes to school on the basis of relationships.

Although he himself hates such people the most.

All kinds of people in this world seem to have participated in an irreversible gamble from the moment they were born.The gamble is not fair either, because someone gets dealt a good hand from the start, while someone has a bad hand and has to play it.

The phone vibrated again.

[Jiangguan-Li Cong: By the way, there are also special funny ones.He is... not bad looking, the strange thing is that not only women but also many men confess to him, you know that anonymous confession wall? ]

Ning Yixiao replied that no, he didn't have time to look at those things at all.

Li Cong felt incredible and smiled.

[Manager-Li Cong: No, you are a frequent visitor there.I feel that other than you is Young Master Su, oh yes, there is also the freshman surnamed Xia who is new to the computer department of the Faculty of Science, the one who doesn't like to talk, and the military training photos are spread everywhere. ]

Ning Yixiao remembered that junior, he was the one who received him at the beginning, but at this moment, what he was thinking about was Su Hui, even if he didn't look at him.

[Jingguan-Li Cong: Don't talk about the anonymous confession wall, the young master was chased by a man from the School of Humanities for several months before, it was a stalking pursuit, and he almost blocked the men's bathroom.I was wondering, why did I like it so much, what is the charm of that guy. ]

Ning Yixiao locked the screen and did not continue chatting with him.Li Cong didn't talk about Su Hui afterwards, he said some things, for example, the screen of his mobile phone was broken like this, and he didn't want to change it.

But Ning Yixiao's attention has been completely diverted.

In the dim environment of the audio-visual room, Su Hui who sat alone in the last row seemed to be isolated from everyone, very quiet and focused.

He has a face that is easy to remember.

Ning Yixiao used to think that he would not describe men as beautiful and beautiful, but now he has corrected his perception, Su Hui can be described like this.

Those thoughts derived from gossip made Ning Yixiao not in the mood to watch the movie.

It wasn't until the end of the film, when everyone's discussion quietly appeared, that he came back to his senses, and did the last thing with other members as a routine, collecting the comment cards from them.

Probably out of some kind of subconsciousness, Ning Yixiao walked to the row where Su Hui was, and received them one by one from the first row.He kept a smile on his face, looking sunny and friendly enough.

Until he finally stood next to Su Hui, there was a book on his desk, it seemed that he had just taken it from the shelf next to him.

"Student, have you finished writing your comment card?"

Su Hui raised her head and met his eyes with innocent eyes, "I didn't."

His timbre is pleasing, with a slight uptick on the end, which sounds harmless.

Ning Yixiao suddenly remembered, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you arrived later. I'll give you a card now."

He turned around and wanted to go to the podium, but Su Hui reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"wait a minute."

Ning Yixiao turned her head, first glanced down at the caught hem, and then looked up at Su Hui.

Su Hui let go and laughed, "You're too fast."

Seeing him open the book in front of him, Ning Yixiao realized that there was a tissue inside.

"Here." He handed the written tissue to Ning Yixiao, smiling cutely, "This is my feedback card."

"Thank you." There was still some moisture on the soft paper, which was as wet as him, and the ballpoint pen writing on it was beautiful and clear.

Ning Yixiao keenly grasped the content above.

[I really like the wind in the movie. ]

"You're welcome." Su Hui said softly.

The people in the audiovisual room left one by one, leaving only a few.

This time Ning Yixiao didn't leave immediately after receiving the tissue, and he couldn't say why, but just unconsciously stayed there for a while, until Li Cong called his name.

"Have you finished collecting overnight?"

"En." Ning Yixiao turned his head and responded.The moment she was about to leave, Su Hui also stood up.

He heard Su Hui's soft words, "Do you want my contact information?"

Ning Yixiao's footsteps faltered, thinking that he had heard it wrong, so he turned his head to look at Su Hui with surprise in his eyes, "What?"

Su Hui didn't repeat, just showed him a childish smile.

For a moment, Ning Yixiao had hallucinations.

The two of them stood on the open grass, and above their heads was a helicopter with fast-rotating propellers.

The huge wind blows the breath of rain from Su Hui's body, together with his unattainable luxury and beauty, to Ning Yixiao's chest for a short time.

"You've been looking at me for a long time just now."

The author has something to say:

It's a sight to behold

(Xiaohui is now in the period of hypomania. For details, you can search for bipolar or bipolar disorder)

①: From the Naples Tetralogy

②: From the movie "Mirror" (Tarkovsky)