The auditorium of Fudan University is not the historic "Xianghui Hall", but a conference hall, which can be used to organize relatively large meetings or artistic performances. If there are no meetings or formal performance competitions, it is used by various clubs.
for rehearsals or other activities.
Zhou Hao is no stranger to this conference hall. In his "previous life", he had been here to attend department meetings and watch artistic performances. When he walked into the conference hall, Zhou Hao saw several clubs inside.
There were rehearsals, but the most outstanding thing was the literary club, which was rehearsing and reciting on the big stage.
But the figure standing on the stage reciting and rehearsing was clearly the one Zhou Hao was most familiar with.
I saw her wearing a fluttering white dress, as clear as ice, as clean as jade, looking so pure and fresh. Especially those eyes that seemed to contain the entire sky, so bright and charming, you would fall deeply into them if you were not careful.
"Xijun..." Looking at that familiar figure from a distance, Zhou Hao murmured.
The person standing on the stage is Wang Xijun. Compared with a year ago, Wang Xijun is now much more mature and more graceful. What remains unchanged is her innocence and kindness as always.
"Are you really leaving tomorrow? Then I, then I,...
You don’t have to worry about it, sooner or later that day will come;
If you want to remember me, just remember me,
Otherwise, we should forget about this world as soon as possible
With me, you don’t have to worry about time and space,
Just treat it as a dream, a fantasy;
Just think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday,
Fluttering timidly and pitifully in front of the wind, a petal,
Two petals, falling to the ground, being stepped on, turning into mud..."
This is Xu Zhimo's poem - "A Night in the Emerald Green". Wang Xijun's clear and soft voice echoed gently in the lobby, but it was even more beautiful than the singing.
Especially when Wang Xijun recited this poem, his voice was full of emotion, and he incorporated his own feelings into it, which made others feel even more touched. When Zhou Hao heard this, his heart trembled, because he knew that this was Wang Xijun's response to the poem.
My own thoughts.
While Wang Xijun was reciting, everyone in the other clubs stopped their activities and looked at her quietly, and slowly only Wang Xijun was left standing on the stage. At this moment, she was like a
Like a much-anticipated star, he calmly accepts the astonishment of all living beings.
Although there was no formal meeting or performance today, the "attendance rate" in the entire conference hall was more than half, with more than a thousand people. Zhou Hao knew that even though there were people from several societies gathered in the conference hall today,
There shouldn't be so many people.
Zhou Hao could also see many boys in the audience, all looking at Wang Xijun, with dull expressions on their faces, as if three souls had disappeared and seven souls had disappeared. There were also many well-dressed boys looking at Wang Xijun with very special expressions.
Zhou Hao also recognized one of the boys wearing a black shirt, who was the guy who just passed by him in the yellow "Ferrari".
"Classmate, you are not from the literary club, are you? I have never seen you before." Just as Zhou Hao was silently looking at Wang Xijun in the distance, whom he had not seen for a long time, a boy's voice came from next to him.
Zhou Hao turned around and saw that this boy was not very good-looking. He was wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses. He looked like someone who is good at studying but has poor practical ability. To put it bluntly, he is a bit of a nerd.
image.
Zhou Hao did not directly answer the boy's words, but said with a smile: "You are not from the literary club, either."
The boy's face darkened when he heard this, and he sighed and said: "I also want to join, but the threshold for joining the literary club is very high. One is that the Chinese score in the college entrance examination must be above 120. If you fail to meet this requirement,
If so, I will have to write an article to use as a question for the entrance examination."
After a pause, he said: "My Chinese score in the college entrance examination was only 111, and the articles I wrote failed to pass the literary club's assessment, so I can't join."
Zhou Hao smiled and said: "You are so eager to join the literary club, isn't it because of her?"
He pointed at Wang Xijun who was on the stage in the distance, and the boy nodded: "Yes, but more than half of the guys who joined the literary club this time went for Xijun. You also know
Well, the number of people signing up for the literary club this year is more than double that of last year, and it’s all because of classmate Xijun. In order to limit the number of people, the literary club had to raise the threshold for joining the club."
The boy pointed at the other boys in the lobby and said: "Whenever there are activities in the literary club or rehearsals like today, everyone, whether they are from the literary club or not, will come here, just for classmate Xijun."
"It turns out she is so popular in school." Zhou Hao said with a smile.
"It's more than just popular." The boy said, "Have you never seen the love letters that Xijun has to deal with every day? There are two large trash cans. Less than half of the garbage pool downstairs in their girls' dormitory is filled with
It was used to hold those love letters. Also, every night, there were countless boys playing guitar downstairs in her dormitory. When night came, it was like a concert there, and some guys even invited
The band is coming."
Zhou Hao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "It's such an exaggeration."
The boy curled his lips and sneered: "Although classmate Xijun is very kind to everyone, I know that she has no feelings for those guys. Especially those self-righteous rich people who think that they can impress Xijun with expensive cars and money.
Classmate? Bah! What kind of woman do they think classmate Xijun is?"
Zhou Hao saw that when the boy looked at the guys in the audience who were staring at Wang Xijun, his eyes were full of resentment and deep fear, so he asked: "The methods of those rich people pursuing Xijun are despicable?
"
"They don't dare to do anything to Xijun, because Xijun's background is not simple. I heard that when she and Situ Jianying from the Art Department came to the school to report, the principal personally received them." This boy is very interested in everything.
Know something: "The principal of our school is a ministerial-level official. Although he has little real power, he is very respected in Shanghai. Even the secretary of the municipal party committee respects him. With this relationship, those rich families
Then I don’t dare to do anything wrong to classmate Xijun.”
Speaking of this, he showed a look of resentment and said: "But they are not so polite to those who also pursue classmate Xijun. Just like a senior in the literature club before, just because he was closer to classmate Xijun
, one night outside the school, I was beaten by several social youths, and even my knees were smashed. Although there is no direct evidence, many people know very well that this thing was done by those rich people."
Zhou Hao also knew a little about the practices of those second-generation ancestors. These people relied on the protection of their fathers to act tyrannically and lawlessly. Not to mention instructing gangsters to beat people, they would dare to do it even if they really caused harm to people's lives.
At this time, the boy glanced at Zhou Hao, and then said: "Are you also the suitor of classmate Xijun? Speaking of which, we can be regarded as love rivals, but we have a common enemy, those rich people, so we can temporarily
Forming an offensive and defensive alliance."
Zhou Hao smiled and shook his head: "It's better not to use it."
"Why not? You don't know, right? Now we have many people forming an alliance, just like the star's music club." The boy said: "Only in this way can we barely resist those rich kids. You look so good."
Although it's good, I think you are just an ordinary student. If you are alone, I don't think you can fight against those rich kids."
But Zhou Hao still shook his head: "It's really unnecessary, because I am the man who cherishes you."
The boy was surprised at first when he heard this, and then he laughed: "Brother, I think you are going crazy thinking about classmate Xijun. I have also seen some guys bragging about being classmate Xijun's boyfriend.
But those guys were beaten into pig heads within a few days, so I advise you not to brag."
"I'm not bragging, and I don't need to." Zhou Hao smiled, then turned and walked towards the stage.
"Hey, classmate, classmate! Don't act nonsense, those rich guys are in front, don't talk nonsense!" The boy shouted to Zhou Hao from behind, but Zhou Hao ignored it and just shook his head with a wry smile.
, and then continued to move forward.
The auditorium in this lobby is designed with stairs. Zhou Hao walked step by step towards the stage below. As he approached the stage, he found that the people sitting in front were mainly boys. Of course, it was also for your sake.
Closer to Wang Xijun.
Seeing this situation, Zhou Hao sighed in his heart, Wang Xijun really turned everyone upside down at Fudan University.
In her "previous life", she did not go to college after graduating from high school, and later married Liu Mingwei, so she did not experience a college career. Zhou Hao knew that if Wang Xijun in the "previous life" had the opportunity to go to college, I am afraid it would be now
In such a scene, after all, Wang Xijun is such a stunning beauty, no matter in her "previous life" or in this life.
Zhou Hao slowly approached the stage, but the people around him paid no attention to Zhou Hao because they were all focused on Wang Xijun.
On the contrary, Wang Xijun was on the stage. He was concentrating on reciting Xu Zhimo's "A Night of Emerald Green" when he suddenly saw a familiar figure approaching the stage. He looked closely and saw Zhou Hao.
Wang Xijun was stunned and even stopped reciting. He stared at Zhou Hao who had arrived in front of the stage with his mouth open, as if he was wondering if he was in a dream.
"Xijun..." Zhou Hao called softly.
When Wang Xijun heard the call, he didn't care whether it was a dream or reality. He rushed forward, jumped down from the stage, and rushed toward Zhou Haofei!