Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Just after eight o'clock in the morning, Zhu Zan was carrying a camera, pocketing a wallet, clutching a copy of the Shanghai subway line map in his hand, and knocked on the door of the opposite room, ignoring Ge Qiao's glaring eyes when he opened the door, and flinched. Neck, slipped into the room.

He has been hyperactive since last night, tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, finally tossing and turning until he was finally sleepy and exhausted, and dreamed all night that he was transformed into a combination of Spider-Man and Monkey King, standing on the spire of the Oriental Pearl Tower, looking into the distance and looking down on all beings .After waking up, I was only thinking about today's "Shanghai Day Tour".

"Let's go, let's have breakfast together..."

Zhu Zan woke up earlier than Ge Qiao's alarm, and today there is no arrangement for an exchange meeting, but guests from all over the world are allowed to experience the beauty of Shanghai on their own.

Ge Qiao's way of feeling is very simple, he just wants to stay in the hotel and sleep until he wakes up naturally.

His hair was disheveled at the moment, and the collar of his pajamas was crooked, which added a bit of ferocity to his expression.He picked up the TV remote control that was on the table, and before Zhu Zan could finish speaking, he threw it straight at Zhu Zan's face. His voice was still hoarse early in the morning: "Fuck! It’s been too good for you for a while? Are you itchy or something?!”

Zhu Zan managed to dodge the murder weapon, and immediately suppressed his excitement.

"Oh, my big brother Qiao, please calm down first," he hurriedly helped Ge Qiao sit back on the bed, lest he get agitated and pick up something more dangerous from the table. Holding a glass ashtray, "We didn't arrange a schedule for us today, so it's a holiday trip! Let's go to the restaurant for dinner first, and go to Nanjing East Road and the Bund together later?"

"Don't go," Ge Qiao hugged the quilt and lay back on the bed, turned his back to Zhu Zan, and shouted in a muffled voice, "I have stayed in Shanghai for more than ten years! Why the hell am I going to Nanjing East Road and the Bund? , Counting heads?!"

Zhu Zan was taken aback for a moment, he forgot that Ge Qiao was a local.

Then he said "Hey", and his eyes lit up immediately, "Brother Qiao, you can be my tour guide!"

Ge Qiao snorted coldly with his face covered in the quilt, and squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Dream, dream."

"You are idle if you are idle, you will not stay in a hotel room for a day, will you?" Zhu Zan did not give up.

Ge Qiao hadn't figured out how to continue perfunctory, when there was a knock on the door.

Zhu Zan ran to open the door.

Ge Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he could be quiet for a while, but his drowsiness was completely exhausted by Zhu Zan.

Zhu Zan's horrified voice at the door: "Why are you here?"

Another voice couldn't be heard clearly: "Ge Qiao asked me to come."

One question and one answer, but Zhu Zan had no doubts about the answer, he nodded to show that he understood, and turned around to provoke Ge Qiao again.

He seemed desperate: "Come and pick up the guests! Zhong Mingcan is here!"

Hearing this, Ge Qiao shook his shoulders and began to sneer, still buried his face in the quilt without moving, and said, "Fart, he's in Pingjing and you're in Shanghai, there's a thousand or eight hundred kilometers away. You come to tell me?"

Then suddenly there was a cold touch on his neck, which made him shrink back and let out a "fuck".

He turned his head back in amazement, and happened to meet Zhong Mingcan's eyes, this scene was so unbelievable, he blinked vigorously and rubbed again, wondering if Zhu Zan had cast a curse on him with that roar just now.

"So surprised?" Zhong Mingcan smiled, "If you miss me, I will fly over to accompany you. I promised you yesterday."

Speaking of last night.

After the meeting with Li Guangan, Ge Qiao and Zhu Zan went to have dinner, and when they returned to the hotel room, he sat by the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

It was not yet time for silence.

Probably because the hotel's sound insulation conditions are too good, or because the floor is too high, the sound of vehicles whizzing by on the street outside can't penetrate the window cracks at all, and the ears are too quiet.

The light in the room was dim, the main light was not turned on, and the pale green voice-activated light at the entrance was only on for a while, and it went out when there was no sound, so only the rotten orange emergency light was left to keep Ge Qiao awake .

The land under his feet is obviously the place where he has lived for more than ten years, accounting for more than half of his life so far, but returning here gave him the illusion of being alone.Parents feel that they are getting old. After changing the business two years ago, they returned to Suyang. They put their old capital into funds and securities to make money. They returned to their hometowns and finally reunited with their old friends. They raised flowers and drank tea, so uncomfortable.

But as far as Ge Qiao is concerned, he is not used to changing his mouth and saying that he is not from Shanghai.My family is no longer here, and what is left in Shanghai is just some vague memories. When the wind blows and the fire burns, what should be scattered will be scattered.

It was at this moment that he suddenly remembered Zhong Mingcan.

After sending an invitation to call, he was worried that Zhong Mingcan might have fallen asleep, and waited for the sound several times, and when his finger was about to touch the red button, he finally connected.

"I'm here."

No greetings, no inquiries, just natural responses.Ge Qiao hadn't seen the picture that popped up on the screen clearly, just hearing these two words, almost felt a burst of heartache, he didn't even think that his cold heart could be so sensitive since it got warm.

It wasn't like this before.

He had a sore nose and sniffed, but he laughed.

"Today's schedule is so full that I'm exhausted." He complained.

"What did you do?"

What have you done.Ge Qiao pursed his lips and remained silent. After thinking for a while, he said, "The plane meal at noon is very unpalatable. The person who picks up the plane drove a bus, which was extremely slow. There were many people and crowded at the exchange meeting. I met a Not someone I really wanted to see, but I met a psychopath, and Zhu Zan made noise like a monkey."

Zhong Mingcan didn't expect Ge Qiao to talk so much in one breath, like a running account, and finally cursed Zhu Zan viciously.He froze for a moment, then rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Sounds fulfilling."

Ge Qiao stopped talking, and suddenly fell silent, staring at the screen for a while.

When he came back to his senses, he asked like a ghost, "If I miss you, will you really come to accompany me?"

This can probably be regarded as his playing tricks, because thinking that there are three quarters of the schedule left, and his interest is waning, he just had a flash of thought-if there is a Zhong Mingchan hidden in the hotel room, he will thump at the end of every day If he ran to meet him, he would be able to survive the remaining days.

In fact, it may not take many years. Sooner or later, he will admit that he can no longer leave this person, and finally learn to be proud of his favor and take the initiative to make all kinds of rascal demands, but at that time Ge Qiao only regarded it as the atmosphere.

Because of this sentence, Zhong Mingcan silently bought the earliest flight the next day. It took more than 1000 kilometers and took a total of more than five hours to fly to Shanghai. He answered Ge Qiao's question with a crumpled ticket stub. The problem.

At this time, Zhu Zan stood aside for a while as the background board, and also felt the relationship between the two.

Rather, let nature take its course.

In the end, he wisely and quietly withdrew from the two-person world. It was almost nine o'clock and there was not enough time. He had to set off and embarked on a long day-long trip to Shanghai and Shanghai alone.

The people who stayed in the room were still staring at each other in silence.

It's a delicate confrontation.Ge Qiao used to hear the old people talk about the Sutra of Love. Husbands and wives are not all equally single-minded. The method to distinguish who is affectionate is also very simple, just let two people look at each other.The group of old people who have been in the world of mortals for a long time said very firmly that the person who looks away first is the infatuated kind.

Ge Qiao suddenly sneered.He lowered his eyes, turned around, picked up the white quilt that was piled up on the bed, and buried his head in it again.

His voice was very soft, and I don't know if Zhong Mingcan heard it clearly. If he wasn't careful enough, he might just think it was a sigh: "What can I do..."

Since I came to Shanghai, I had another day of free time, so it was a pity to just stay in the hotel.

When asked where Zhong Mingcan wanted to go, he answered without hesitation, as if he had thought about it beforehand.

"Fuda, your alma mater, I want to visit."

Sitting on the subway, Ge Qiao was still laughing in his heart. Who said that the remaining memories left in Shanghai will be lost?The wind also blows and the fire burns, but they have already turned into ghosts and entangled themselves.

Fuda is located in the northeast corner of Shanghai City. It was originally an old district renovation, but now it has become an important university area in Shanghai City. Several top universities are stationed here, forming a circle.

A long distance away, Ge Qiao and Zhong Mingcan pointed to the towering and majestic twin buildings in the distance, and said, "That building is the landmark of my school, do you see it? It's a magic building, and it will disappear when it is smoggy. "

As soon as I heard it, I was cheating again.

"Is this where you usually go to class?" Zhong Mingcan raised his neck and counted the floors.

"It's usually in the Xifu Building. Although the building is quite tall, it's just a row of noodles. The top few floors are not allowed to enter, for fear of accidents." These common senses that I experienced every day when I was a student are now from He stopped to think about it, and took Zhong Mingcan's arm, "There is nothing to see inside. There is a grass field in front of the building, which is considered a scenic spot, but it should be fenced off at this time. Yes, raise the land, so that it will look better when it turns green after spring.”

Zhong Mingcan was pulled by his sleeve by him, and Ge Qiao continued to say: "Let's take you to our college to have a look. Actually, it's not worth seeing, but they say our college is rich..." He laughed, faintly revealing sharpness and arrogance, This kind of temperament has rarely appeared in him, but I don't know if it is because of touching the scene, his mood seems to have returned to the time when he first entered school.

Pride in parentage?Let's just count it.

The School of Journalism is an independent school, located on the east side, across a road from the main campus.

He was talking to Zhong Mingcan while walking, just like the seniors and sisters at the beginning of the school season every year, leading the juniors and sisters here, telling them anecdotes about this school, this college, and this little red building thing.

"Outsiders say that we are rich, that is to say, they see that these two high-rise buildings are very high-grade. In fact, these two buildings are not ours." He pointed to the left, "This is someone else's TV station, which is engaged in TV shopping. But occasionally I will borrow their editing room to complete video work.” He pointed to the right, “This is also someone else’s hotel, although I don’t know why the name is 'Fosun', but just such a word 'Fu', It's like we have some kind of kinship relationship."

He turned his head to look at Zhong Mingcan, and pointed to the distance, "The only building that really belongs to our courtyard is the red house."

Ge Qiao asked: "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

At that time, he didn't expect that if he was given another chance, he would never say this invitation.

The final season has probably just passed, and it seems that there is still some warmth, even though the air is already cold.There are many posters of campus activities or lectures posted on the bulletin board, which is very lively, but after a second look, they are all out of date.The latest lecture started at six o'clock last night and ended at nine o'clock.

The building was empty.

Ge Qiao looked around, his heart moved, and he put his hand on Zhong Mingcan's palm.

Zhong Mingcan understood immediately and took him by the hand.

Ge Qiao's mood suddenly turned bright. He pulled Zhong Mingcan out of the building, and his memories seemed to become more joyful. At this time, he painted them a layer of camellia color and said: "This is the atrium, don't miss it." Big, the graduation red carpet of the School of Journalism walks here every year, and it is the last carnival night for college students. If I knew you the year I graduated, maybe I would invite you to come..."

He fell silent suddenly.

Zhong Mingcan felt that Ge Qiao shrank behind him deliberately, as if he was hiding from someone.

However, like the coincidences that only appear in countless dramas, he couldn't avoid it.

This is an errand he promised two months ago, and he came to Shanghai from Pingjing thousands of miles away for a meeting.Then, because of an unintentional remark, he met Zhong Mingcan again here.Shanghai is so big that there are thousands of places to go. He rejected Zhu Zan's Nanjing East Road and the Bund, but finally stepped on the split wooden steps in front of the small red building in the new courtyard. It is corroded like this, I don't know if it has been repaired, anyway, it looks the same as it was six or seven years ago.

The time was just right, the weather was just right, Yang Guhai was called by his Ph. Just around the south side.

At this moment, Ge Qiao, who was holding hands with Zhong Mingcan, ran into Yang Guhai who came out of the side building.

Such an honor must have a one-in-a-hundred-million chance to get it?

Ge Qiao felt that there was no need to say hello, but since Yang Guhai saw him, he naturally saw the two of them holding hands together.

Yang Guhai frowned, the incident happened suddenly, first he was puzzled, then surprised, and finally a little annoyed.He couldn't say what feeling this reunion brought to him, maybe it was like meeting the son of an uncle's family who returned from serving as a soldier but was still a fool, and felt ashamed while being grateful.

Fortunately, the old man is still the same old, making no progress, never repenting, and one can tell that he has left him far behind.

Ashamed that the old man is still the same old man, there is an indelible intersection between them.

His tone was very regretful: "Senior, why are you still..."

what is this else?

Still looks pretty, especially the eyes?Or a gay man who likes men?

There are many possibilities for the unfinished words, but also because of the phrase "senior" suddenly hooked up many ambiguous meanings.

Ge Qiao was indifferent. He had heard this "senior" thousands of times. At first, it was the respect of the subordinates for the high-ranking president of the student union. Chairman Guiguan changed his name from then on.Carrying the unchanging belief of its owner, it went through hundreds of times, endured humiliation, and finally completed its mission.

The story didn't end there.Later, the word was endowed with a wider meaning, gained more followers, and became a slogan, expressing their sympathy or curiosity for the former "male god" reduced to "campus name Gay".

I don't know what kind of feelings are contained in the phrase "senior".

Either way, Ge Qiao wasn't interested.

Yang Guhai has always been impeccable in dealing with people, and the person with holes all over his body has already filled himself up.

Obviously, the person who cared the most was Zhong Mingcan. He was vigilant, for fear that Ge Qiao would let go of his hand suddenly.

"Senior, are you here to visit the professor? I remember you graduated from the new school." Yang Guhai didn't care about the stranger's vigilance. He looked at Ge Qiao and said, "What a coincidence, I'll help my doctoral supervisor do some Things, I didn’t expect to meet like this.”

"It turns out that you have been studying. Congratulations, you have become a doctor." Ge Qiao said.

"Yeah, I'm reluctant to leave this school. After all, I've worked so hard for it. It's not easy." Yang Guhai smiled, "It's all blood and youth."

"Well, yes, let's go first, and you continue to be busy."

Yang Guhai stopped him: "Hey, senior, do you want to leave a contact information? You changed your number after graduation..."

"No, I'm not working in Shanghai now, so there's no need to contact me."

"Where are you?"

"Pingjing."

"Have you been working long?"

"I went straight to work after graduation."

"Do what?"

"media."

"As good as you, the salary must be very high?" He quickly added, "I just ask casually, it doesn't matter if I don't answer."

"good."

The question stuck here, Yang Guhai seemed to have run out of words, and pondered.

He was finally willing to give his eyes to Zhong Mingchan who was standing side by side with Ge Qiao, but it was only a little bit, he swept over lightly - he didn't know whether it fell on his face or their hands, and then turned quickly return.

Yang Guhai's expression was very serious, and his tone was very kind, so there was nothing wrong with it.

"Although I don't know why you returned to school, if you hear any bad rumors, don't take it to heart. You know that they are all boring guys. You don't know where to go after graduation. They will naturally arrest you. I don’t want to let gossip. Today is also a coincidence, I finally see you, then I am relieved. I assure you, although I am now the president of the student union of the graduate school, as long as there are my acquaintances in the student union of the undergraduate, the school There will never be any people who gossip and spread strange nonsense! Seniors should also pay attention to their health, know good people, and protect themselves. No matter what, health is the most important thing. After all, everyone wants to live a long life. "

Zhong Mingcan felt that Ge Qiao's hand suddenly exerted force.

But from a distance, Ge Qiao just stood there, nodding his head slightly, until Yang Guhai left.

Zhong Mingcan asked: "Who was that person just now?" He was facing the sun, the light was strong, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"A junior who used to have a good relationship, and later became my successor." He answered neatly and calmly, and he couldn't tell his emotions.

At this time, Ge Qiao finally let go of his hand, his palm was covered with sweat, and the cold wind would cause a dull pain.

He lightly picked Zhong Mingcan's chin, and smiled at him: "Don't pay attention to him, he's not an important person."

The author has something to say: The character Yang Guhai is so difficult to write, and he went offline after a few words, I don’t know if his character has been written_(:з」∠)

This kind of person is full of ambition, scheming, slick, and unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals, but in the end he only wants to stay in the ivory tower he built and dominate.

It can be summed up as a "frog king at the bottom of the well".

The legend of the campus name Gay

There is a legend circulating in Fudali in Shanghai.

It is said that there is a senior in the 12th class. Although he is a man, he has a picturesque smile, sword eyebrows and star eyes, a long body and a handsome appearance. People agree with his appearance, and no one dares to compete with him so far. Everyone is just entangled in whether he should be regarded as the school flower or the school grass.

Everyone on Fuda campus knows that the senior is gay.

I heard that this person's bed skills are amazing, no straight man can escape his clutches, and those who have been tamed by him never get straight again.

People who have met him revealed that this senior is always handsome, but one look can make both men and women fall in love with each other.But such a person, obviously can rely on his face to make a living, but he relies on his talent to win the country. He has been the president of the student union for three years, the head of the Art Troupe of the Youth League Committee for two and a half years, and the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Youth League Committee for more than a year. His glorious biography is instinctively recorded in the annals of campus history.

But now people can only get a glimpse of the demeanor of the senior through the little head portrait on the bulletin board that has been tanned by the sun.

He is the favorite student of the dean of the new school. This nearly seventy-year-old professor will mention his name in almost every journalism and thought class.

But some people said that he had contracted AIDS and passed away three years ago, and some people said that he had been cured long ago.

"Who knows! A 'senior' with so many titles and being so powerful is obviously a person who likes to enter the world. Logically speaking, he should be stationed on the campus for a long time like a nail house, and he can be seen everywhere. But it is said that he never went back to school after graduation, and there is no trace of him. This person seems to only live in the class of Professor Wei. The name is sure to get an A."

"Really?"

"How is it possible? It's all joking nonsense. Old Professor Wei is getting old, so it's inevitable that he often recalls the past. It's just that the senior is really cold-hearted. He doesn't know his teacher's concern, so he doesn't come back to visit him a few times."

"Maybe I just watched it privately and didn't let you know?"

"Hey, you just entered school, and you don't know a lot of things. After you've been around for a long time—when you're old school sister and I've seen a lot, you'll be clear about these things."

"How did senior sister know these things?"

"Participate in a few club activities and you will know. The legend of 'senior' has been passed down from the previous class, and now it has been passed down to you. Next, you will inherit our mantle and continue to write this legend. The senior, he has no background, no background, nothing special about mediocrity, in fact, he just looks a little better. Those who have entered college don’t want to enjoy a few days of happiness, tell the truth, don’t you want to ? When the teacher was in high school, didn’t the words on his lips mean that “you can play as soon as you enter the university”? But he seemed to work hard, and he never idled a day. I heard that during the four years with him, No one on campus does not know his name. Everyone is curious about the origin of such a person."

"Is this senior's reputation good?"

"It's not bad, but if you want to say how good it is, I can't say it. Excellent is really excellent, but at best it's just a college student. No matter how good you are, you can only stay in this ivory tower and dominate. Wait. In the future, when we leave the society, everyone has their own destiny, and no one can be sure except God.”

"Then no one knows what the senior is doing now?"

"As far as I know, no. This person is like jumping out of a crack in a rock. He was born out of nowhere, and then quietly withdrew after making waves in Fuda. No one has contacted him now, but I heard that he has left. Shanghai, went to another city."

"Then does anyone know what kind of person the senior was at school?"

"This is a bit embarrassing for me. When I entered school, the senior had already graduated, and I hadn't even met him. I only heard from the senior sister in the student union that he was the same as the president of the student union in everyone's impression. , all-round and exquisite, talking to people, talking nonsense, not enthusiastic but friendly, keeping a distance from everyone, but not making you feel alienated. The sponsors of many activities in the school are friends with him, and sometimes the crown Famous investors still look at his face. However, some seniors said that he doesn’t like socializing and hates socializing. But if he really doesn’t like socializing and hates socializing, how can he build a good relationship with sponsors? You know, For things like rumors, the key has always been 'rumours' rather than 'hearing', each sticks to his own words, and he can only distinguish the truth from the false."

"Sister, what do you think is true? What is false?"

"I think at least it's true that the senior is gay, and it's probably false that the senior likes promiscuity."

"Why do you think so?"

"How can there be a perfect person in the world? No matter how perfect, there will always be some quirks, so that he can be regarded as a normal human being like us. It's just that I prefer to believe that such an excellent person, even if he is gay, will not be a A scumbag who likes promiscuous sex. This is like an ideal sustenance, and I only want to believe in what I want to come true, so stop."

"Then who said the senior is gay?"

"Who said it first? Actually, I don't know. What's the use of knowing these processes? Anyway, the final conclusion has already come out."

"Did the senior admit it himself?"

"How can you admit this kind of thing? It's just acquiescing or not denying it. Think about it, he is a person who has always stood at the top of the pyramid for four years in college, how strong his self-esteem is, and he is suddenly poked The backbone said he was gay, who would accept it? How embarrassing, so hard work and passion, for four full years, in the end, the only thing left for people to talk about is that he likes men."

"If you don't accept it, wouldn't it be good to deny it?"

"That was the case back then, it's hard to deny."

"then?"

"You don't know yet, it was the incident back then that made us, the juniors who have been separated for several years, know such a senior."

"Is that good or bad?"

"It's not good, it's not bad, it's human nature, understandable."

At that time, it was the year when the senior was about to graduate, because he was about to leave office, the student union needed to elect a new president.

There used to be an unwritten rule in the Fu University Student Union. During the election period, the incumbent president holds the most important election recommendation vote. On the surface, it is as simple as recommending the name of the person. In fact, everyone knows how important this vote is. .

Everyone wants to be the hero standing at the top.

During that time, there were people who invited the seniors to dinner every day, and some people knocked on the door of the seniors' dormitory in the middle of the night, and stuffed notes in the door to give gifts.But the senior is probably a high-spirited person, he doesn't accept anything, and rejects them all.

Seniors and everyone have the same attitude, gentle, friendly, and never cross the line, how can such a person be cronyistic?Everyone thought that this recommendation ticket might be invalidated.

Yang Guhai appeared at that time.

This person is also amazing. He just entered the sophomore year and joined the student union for less than half a year. He has already become a department assistant. He does things properly and never procrastinates.Get along with him, you never have to worry about making him angry, he seems to have no bottom line at all.

Maybe it can be called perfect, but if you want to say that Yang Guhai is better than the senior, it is absolutely impossible.

So at that time, no one thought that Yang Guhai would become the owner of that recommendation ticket.

The seniors all still remember that Yang Guhai and the seniors were getting closer back then, and they often went in and out of the student union office talking and laughing. At that time, Yang Guhai had two words on his lips every day, and one was "where is senior Ge Qiao?" , the sentence is "Senior, why are your eyes so beautiful".

The senior just took it as flattery, occasionally teasing a few words.But from a certain moment, he just laughed.

Laughing so much that you look forward to it, and laughing so that people lose their eyes and lose their souls.

Anyway, from that moment on, everyone guessed that Yang Guhai would be his successor.

Later, the senior abdicated and Yang Guhai succeeded, and everything was logical.

If the story stops here, it's just an episode for the time being, and it can't make a big wave, and it can't push the senior.

The variable came from the campus forum that year. There was a post that stated that the former president of the student union was gay and liked men. It described this recommendation ticket as a dirty deal, and things between men and men were contemptible , can't get on the table.

The new president quickly proved himself with excellent work ability, but ignored the person standing at the other end of the scale.

The senior never showed up, as if he never knew about such a thing.

There is no explanation, and there is no investigation, just let the audience who don't know why hear the wind is rain.

Finally one day, when this matter was about to sink into the deep sea and be replaced by other hot waves of gossip, at the bottom of the post, a friend who was acquainted with the senior confessed on his behalf.

She said, yes, he likes men.

She said, so what?Why do you judge it?

Why?Whoever makes him really gay.

In his first year of graduation, someone said that he often saw him outside a certain gay bar in Shanghai, so he must have gone to have fun again.

In the second year after the senior's graduation, someone said that he had been hooked up by him before, but he was determined not to be bent by that monster. This is his most shameful memory.

In the third year after the senior graduated, the student union abolished the recommendation vote system. Some people said that it was because of him that the school took warning.

In the fourth year of his senior's graduation, some people said that he contracted AIDS and died soon.

In the fifth year after graduation, the senior was said to have died and was buried in Shanghai. He was a local, and his hometown was here.

In the sixth year of his senior's graduation, the dean of the School of Journalism is getting old and ready to resign and return to the field to take care of himself. In the last journalism class, he faced dozens of students in the audience with cloudy eyes. Guang, Yuyan: I once had an apprentice named Ge Qiao, and he was the best child I had taught in the past ten years.He has not contacted me for a long time, and I miss him very much as a teacher.

The author has something to say: Focus of this issue: A tragedy caused by a student union recommendation quota.

Unsolved Mysteries: Who Posted It?

Guess: Who is the "she" who is familiar with the senior and confesses her sexuality on her behalf?

Ge Qiao doesn't like the conversations of outsiders who confuse public and private interests, and that's where it started.

The story line is not clear, because this is the story "I" heard.

This is Ge Qiao's ending in Shanghai, don't be sad, the story of Pingjing has just begun.