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Chapter 109
Chapter 109 Extra Story 15: Graduation
The scale of time is always unpredictable.
When it's slow, it's like a slow shot, and every frame stops in the senses. But once you speed up, it's like quicksand that can't be caught.
The summer was urged to arrive by the roar of cicadas.
As graduation approached, Zhou Ziheng gave up all his jobs and devoted himself to writing papers in school every day. Originally, he felt that he was a little bit cold to Xia Xiqing, but it was strange that Xia Xiqing had been busy recently. He went out early and returned late almost every day.
After being so dizzy and busy for several months, he finally completed his defense successfully, and Zhou Ziheng also had time to make up for some of the previous work. On the last day of May, Zhou Ziheng called Xia Xiqing and asked him if he had time to eat together in the evening after returning from the commercial shooting on Koh Samui.
"Eat..." Xia Xiqing seemed to be busy, speaking intermittently, "I may have to be later. Otherwise, you can reserve a place first, and I will have time after eight o'clock. I will find you then."
Zhou Ziheng hummed, and when he hung up the phone, he glanced at the time, it was already past 4 pm. He explained that Ronaldinho helped him book a seat in a very private western restaurant and went back to his home. At 7:30 in the evening, he set off for the restaurant, waited in the private room for half an hour, and finally waited for Xia Xiqing.
He looked in a hurry, "I'm not too late, right?"
"No." Zhou Ziheng pulled his hand and found that his palm was wrapped in a circle of gauze, and his heart suddenly twitched, "What's wrong? Are you injured? How did you get it?"
"It's just a small wound, it's fine, it'll be fine in a few days." Xia Xiqing rubbed Zhou Ziheng's ear and walked to the opposite side to sit down.
"How did you do it?" Zhou Ziheng asked again.
"Well..." Xia Xiqing's expression was a little hesitant, "It's nothing, it's just about the art exhibition, and I accidentally cut it."
"be careful."
Xia Xiqing blinked and said lightly, "I know." He used to support the side of his face with his right hand, but as soon as he raised his elbow, he switched to one and looked at Zhou Ziheng's face, "You have lost weight."
Before Zhou Ziheng could answer him, Xia Xiqing added, "I miss you so much."
The nature of the game like him is rarely expressed in sincerity and straightforwardness, so even Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but be stunned, not knowing how to give feedback.
He also misses Xia Xiqing, and thinks of him every minute of his spare time.
The two who hadn't had a good chat for a long time took advantage of the waiting time to talk for a while. When the waiter opened the door and came in to serve the appetizers, Zhou Ziheng's cell phone rang. It was his teacher's phone.
"I'll go out and be back soon."
He stood outside the private room and made a phone call for ten minutes. Most of them were talking about applying for graduate school. After hanging up, Zhou Ziheng turned around and pushed the door in. As soon as he brought the door, he saw Xia Xiqing who was chatting with him just now. He fell asleep on the table.
His face was buried on the table, his left arm was under his forehead, his right hand was hanging down, and he was tired.
What are you busy with, so tired like this.
Zhou Ziheng took light steps, walked slowly to his side, squatted down and stretched out his hand to gently loosen the gauze on his palm.
The gauze was removed circle by circle, and the wound on Xia Xiqing's palm was finally exposed in front of him, as if he had been cut by something. Although it was not deep, it was somewhat inflamed.
Zhou Ziheng's heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands. He wanted to wrap the wound for him again, but saw his hanging fingers move.
Xia Xi woke up.
He first raised his head and glanced at the empty chair opposite, then turned his head in confusion, his dull eyes searched in the air for a long time, and only slowly focused when he saw Zhou Ziheng squatting beside him.
"Why are you here..." His voice was much softer than usual when he was half awake, his eyes seemed to be foggy and misty.
Zhou Ziheng stood up and touched his head, "Why are you so sleepy?"
Xia Xiqing didn't say a word, just put his head on Zhou Ziheng's lower abdomen, and wrapped his arms around his waist, completely acting like a spoiled child. Zhou Ziheng's broad palm stroked from the top of his head to the back of his neck, again and again, terribly gentle.
"Why are you playing a cat?" Xia Xiqing's voice was muffled, with a nasal tone that didn't wake up at all, which sounded very cute to Zhou Ziheng.
You are cuter than a cat.
Cuter than any small animal in the world.
When he thought that such a soft and self-willed Xia Xiqing could only be seen by himself, this kind of special and extremely incompatible with Xia Xiqing's own nature, he was arbitrarily labelled [Zhou Ziheng's exclusive], and his mood was thrown into the cloud in an instant.
"Eat first, we'll go back to sleep later." Zhou Ziheng patted his back twice, walked over, pulled the chair to Xia Xiqing's side, and moved all his cutlery over. I feel uncomfortable.
Xia Xiqing found that the gauze in his hand had been taken apart by him, but he lowered his head and went back carefully. Zhou Ziheng did not ask, and he did not explain.
After dinner, the two came out of the restaurant. Summer has come in a hurry, and the wet slams into this dry city with a fiery moisture. The two walked to the parking lot side by side, and when Xia Xiqing opened the car door, Zhou Ziheng suddenly spoke.
"My graduation ceremony this Friday."
Xia Xiqing's hand paused, there was no surprised look on his face, but he said, "So soon?"
Zhou Ziheng felt puzzled, but he still went around to the driver's seat, "I'm driving, but your hand is injured." Xia Xiqing couldn't beat him, so he had to walk to the co-pilot by himself.
"It feels like you just finished your defense." Xia Xiqing pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm too busy to live every day without remembering the days."
"I'm going on a business trip to the United States in the next two days." Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, Xia Xiqing spoke first, "But I'll definitely be back before your graduation ceremony, don't worry."
Xia Xiqing said that he was relieved, and Zhou Ziheng would not doubt it.
He did not go home for several days in a row.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, Zhou's mother specially came to him and urged him to go to school early in the morning. It was clearly Zhou Ziheng's graduation, but her mother was even more excited than him, "I specially brought a camera to record you."
Zhou Ziheng was not in high interest and looked down at his mobile phone.
"What's the matter with you?" Zhou's mother gave him a look when he was waiting for the green light. "Are you sick?"
"No." Zhou Ziheng turned off the phone and tapped the back of his head on the seat back.
"Are you waiting for Xi Qing?"
Zhou Ziheng was stunned, turned his face stiffly to look at his mother, "How do you know?"
"You can still hide from me?" When the light was green, Zhou's mother stepped on the accelerator, "Xi Qing just called me and said to come to us in a while."
"Then why didn't he call me?" Zhou Ziheng turned around and grabbed his mother's arm like a child, "What else did he say?"
"I didn't say anything else." Zhou's mother drove the car intently, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh right."
Zhou Ziheng immediately raised his head leaning on the seat, thinking it was about Xia Xiqing.
Seeing her son's enthusiasm, Zhou's mother couldn't help laughing, "It's not Xi Qing, it's your director. He also called me just now. When you arrive, go to the director's office first. It should be looking for you."
Sighing silently in his heart, Zhou Ziheng turned around and looked out the window. Sunlight poured loosely from the soft clouds, penetrated the lush shade, fell far away, and reached his shoulders through the glass, burning his black academic uniform.
He desperately longed for Xia Xiqing to witness this day, and he had thought so for a long, long time. Although he knew very well that this day was only slightly special in his mind, for Xia Xiqing, it was at best the graduation day of the lover. But graduation day means the smooth end of a stage and also means growth.
Zhou Ziheng hopes that he can graduate in Xia Xiqing's heart.
It wasn't to protect him or to be stronger than him. Zhou Ziheng didn't expect them, and Xia Xiqing didn't like them either.
He has only become a lover who is equal to Xia Xiqing in every aspect, and even with an unbridgeable age gap, he can be called a mature lover.
When they came to the academy, many students who graduated together came to take photos with Zhou Ziheng. Many of them were unfamiliar faces of Zhou Ziheng. They probably wanted to seize the last chance to leave a memory with their star classmates. Although Zhou Ziheng has always been alone, he is not a character that can easily reject others, so he has been taking pictures with everyone very seriously.
Most of the scene were graduate students, and only a few fans followed Zhou Ziheng all the way. Zhou Ziheng had already said on the trumpet from the beginning that he didn't want too many fans to come to the school, for fear that it would affect other students.
Seeing her son being trapped in the predicament of taking a photo with others, Mother Zhou, who was standing aside, reminded softly, "Hengheng, don't forget to go to Director Wang." Hearing his mother's words, Zhou Ziheng remembered and said Sorry, while pulling away from the crowd, "Mom, are you going with me?"
"Go on your own, I'll be here waiting for you."
Zhou Ziheng nodded and walked to the director's office alone. He felt strange that no matter what happened, the director should not look for him on the day of the graduation ceremony, but since his mother said it, there must be nothing wrong. He raised his hand and locked the door, "Director, I'm here."
Director Wang, who had just poured himself a cup of tea, looked up and looked out the door, a smile appeared on his face the first time he saw Zhou Ziheng.
"Ziheng is here, come in."
Zhou Ziheng consciously prepared to sit down opposite the director, but the director stopped him, "Hey, wait, we won't sit down and talk for a long time. I'll have to lead you down later."
There was a hint of puzzlement on his face, the director smiled and said, "That's right. You are a very good student, and you have spread a good value orientation for the college. Whether it is the school or the college, you have always been there. Proud of such outstanding students.β
"Thank you, Director." Zhou Ziheng smiled politely.
"The college is also very grateful for your donation. In fact, it is the first time that you have made alumni donations just after graduation, but..."
Zhou Ziheng was stunned, his brows furrowed, "Donation? What did you just say, Director? I didn't understand."
Director Wang suddenly laughed, "Ziheng, why are you still pretending to be stupid." He suddenly responded, "Could it be that you don't know? No, that document has your name written on it. Forget it, you Come with me." After that, Director Wang took Zhou Ziheng to the new building. All the way last week, Ziheng was recalling what the director said just now.
Donate? He thought of his mother who had just asked him to come to the director. Could it be that his parents secretly donated money for the school in his name?
"arrive."
The empty hall on the first floor was rarely surrounded by many people. Hearing what the director said, Zhou Ziheng pulled away from his thoughts and followed the director's gesture to look over. In the center of the hall, a huge white hanging from the patio-style upper court hung down. The curtain, surrounded on all sides, fell to the ground, as if it had been hung up to cover something.
"This is?"
"Look first, we'll take a group photo later." Director Wang called the surrounding students, causing the curtains to be lowered, "This exhibit has a very good meaning and fits the style of our college. Listen to the teacher who handled the donation. , this is the gold medal work of the New York Times Art Exhibition not long ago. The Academy is grateful for your donation..."
As soon as the word art appeared, Zhou Ziheng's brain stopped working.
He didn't listen to what happened after that.
In just an instant, the white curtains that surrounded it fell from top to bottom, and in the exclamations of the people around, the mysterious donations hidden inside were finally revealed.
The second his sight touched, his frantically beating heart nearly stopped.
It was a modernist public sculpture that appeared to be six meters high. From a distance, the outermost layer is a myriad of tiny spheres of different sizes, mostly blue and gold, with a beautiful metallic luster under the strong light of the hall.
All the microscopic spheres are surrounded by an upside-down ellipsoid, each dragging a light-like tail, with light inside, penetrating from the gaps of countless particles, these particles seem to be agile, as if uniformly splattered, like...
"big Bangβ¦β¦"
All the particles leave me and fly towards you.
Zhou Ziheng murmured to himself, his steps being led by his gradually sinking consciousness, he walked towards the huge and magnificent exhibit step by step. The vision obscured by the crowd gradually became clear, and he saw more.
The big bang is just the outermost "shell", and the two halves that are scattered away form a hollow area.
In the lower right corner of the case, there is a palm-sized gold nameplate with the creator's name written on it.
[Creator: Negative particles]
negative particles.
This phrase perfectly thumped Zhou Ziheng's heart.
[Donor: Zhou Ziheng]
A message is also inscribed below.
[The vast universe cannot be private, but it can be stored in the eyes of the pursuit of ideals. ]
As he stepped into the center of the "Big Bang", he was like stepping into a vacuum universe. The noisy discussion stopped in an instant and disappeared in Zhou Ziheng's ears. His footsteps became slow, and his heart was deceived by the sense of weightlessness and floated.
Inside the shell is a little boy made of bronze, with a small rose inserted in the shirt pocket on his chest. He held a book in his hands, the pages of which were connected by two spirals, one made up of many white particles and the other black. Two completely opposite forces repel each other in attraction and blend in confrontation.
Positive and negative particles dance entangled in the Milky Way.
The little boy holding the book raised his head, Zhou Ziheng also raised his head, his eyes moved up little by little with this beautiful spiral.
At the center of the Big Bang, at the tip of the collision and fusion of positive and negative particles, hangs a planet.
In the gentle eyes that Zhou Ziheng looked up at, it glittered quietly.
"Outstanding graduate of the School of Physics, I would like to ask you a question."
A familiar voice came from behind, which was the lowest probability that Zhou Ziheng expected before seeing this sculpture.
The radio signals emitted from this lively and beautiful space station traveled across hundreds of millions of light-years, flicking away the dazzling stardust floating and scattered, and broke into his lonely and silent universe.
Turning his head, he caught sight of the spaceship that was chasing the speed of light and landed on the face that was more beautiful than the nebula.
The suspended heart arrived at its destination in his smile.
Xia Xiqing stretched out his right hand behind his back, and the hand wrapped in gauze held a red rose and handed it over. He raised his head and pointed to the glowing star, his eyes innocent and gentle.
"Why does it glow?"
The author has something to say:
Recommend a bgm, it will be better to match with this chapter, Lin Yilian's "Solar System".