11 o'clock at night.
Liang Jiajia hadn't slept yet, so she opened Douyin and watched it again.
The post about bamboo weaving has received over 150,000 likes, while the post about English teaching has also seen an increase, reaching over 4,000 likes.
I went to look for the Douyin video of the person writing in the library. The person who posted it was filming everything, it was a mess. The number of likes on this video didn't increase anymore, about 18,000 likes, which is the most liked video he posted.
Liang Jiajia felt a little regretful, but she was addicted to watching and shooting Douyin videos.
Because she has a Douyin video with so many likes, there are always people who like her other Douyin videos. In the past two days, she also tried to shoot other videos, but the likes were even worse, just sporadic.
There are only two classes a week, and tomorrow is Friday, so classes won't continue until next Tuesday. Liang Jiajia felt like she was crazy for actually looking forward to her English class.
Or maybe contact the teacher tomorrow to see what she's doing. She looked at the teacher's WeChat, but there was nothing there. She felt so lonely...
Xiaoqi went home by bus.
Because I have already reached the 20,000 steps for today, my feet are really sore and I can't walk anymore.
I took the bus. I had never taken a taxi before, so I didn't know where to stand and wave. But I was used to taking the bus. I found the stop and went to the inpatient department of the Chinese Medicine Hospital.
There are fewer people on the bus at night, so you can sit on your seat with confidence.
Leaning against the window, feeling the breeze.
Xiaoqi also felt that she was crazy. She had just spent more than ten thousand yuan in one go without blinking or shaking her hands.
Spending money is indeed addictive.
The wind made her hair messy, so she took out a rubber band from her pocket and tied up the ends of her hair.
I just realized there were few people there, but when I arrived at the provincial government station, a large group of people suddenly came up.
They spoke in loud voices with their local accents. Some of them were carrying lunch boxes, some were carrying sacks, and some were holding sticks.
In Lushan City, there are fifteen dialects in ten villages, and no one can understand each other. They rely on intermarriage to resolve dialect difficulties, and also on unified learning of Mandarin.
The dialect spoken by Xiaoqi's grandmother's family is completely different from that spoken by her grandmother's family, but because of her mother, she can understand it.
When this carload of people got on, Xiaoqi could actually understand three or four sentences of the dialect they spoke. It was a bit similar to the dialect spoken at my grandmother's house. It seemed like they were having a wedding, but the groom was hit by a truck on the road while riding a motorcycle.
The bride was still waiting to get married, but the marriage had not taken place yet, so everyone came to the hospital. These people wanted to go to the government agency to ask someone what to do. The truck driver hit someone and fled the scene. The groom lost his father in his childhood, and he only had an old mother at home. She raised her son with great difficulty, and now she saw that Chengjia was actually admitted to the hospital.
But from their tone, it seems that they don't know who to look for. They are just ordinary people and won't cause trouble. They are like headless flies when they want to find someone for help. They are all from the same village and feel sorry for the orphan and widow.
Even with such a big incident, no one from the bride's family came forward.
The bride was also silent because I heard that her leg was broken and it was so serious that she had to have it amputated.
I listened to them talking here and there along the way, and by the time I arrived at the Chinese medicine hospital, I had almost pieced together the whole story.
Xiaoqi is very familiar with the hospital and has heard too many sad stories. Because there are so many of them and because he is powerless to do anything, he has become numb and dares not to think too much, nor does he want to think too much.
She entered the hospital with the group of people without saying a word. Seeing them go straight to the nurses' station on the first floor, she guessed that the person lived on the first floor.
It was already late when Xiaoqi returned to the dormitory on the basement floor.
Compared to the hustle and bustle upstairs, the downstairs seems so quiet, like another world.
She walked in and saw a light at the end of the aisle, and a tall figure sitting in the light.
It’s Lin Min.
When Xiao Qi saw him, he remembered the reward he received that day. It was because he brought positive energy to the blackened boy and reduced his negative emotions.
At this moment, she saw that Brother Lin Min was fine and normal. How could he have turned evil?
"Brother Lin Min, good evening." Su Xiaoqi greeted him and found that the light in the corridor seemed to have been replaced and was much brighter than before.
"Brother Lin Min, did you change the light? It's much brighter. Thank you."
Lin Min just nodded casually.
He heard from his mother during the day that the little girl next door brought a big bag of vegetables to their family.
It was a new day, and his parents were the same as usual. His father continued to drink and play cards after work, his mother was swearing as usual, his sister was asking to buy new clothes as usual, and his mother said she had no money as usual, except for a bag of vegetables sent by others.
Normally, Lin Min would study outside if he could, but for some reason, when he saw the desk lamp on the dining table next to him, he came back to read and prepare lessons at the table.
The corridor light was replaced with a higher-wattage one. The entire underground passage seemed to be much brighter, and the black, mottled and greasy spots on the wall could be seen more clearly.
But all this was worth it when I looked up and saw the girl in front of me smiling and saying thank you.
Because the light is bright, I can see it very clearly.
The girl has a beautiful smile, with neat and white teeth, just like the sunlight shining in from the window, so bright that it makes people feel inexplicably good.
"Good evening. I heard that you went to a class reunion. Are you doing well?" Lin Min asked as if he thought of something casually.
He heard her aunt say that she was out, and thinking of the scene he saw last time, he couldn't help but ask.
"That's great. All the classmates are going their separate ways, so it's nice to get together." After Xiao Qi finished speaking, he went back to the room to wash up and rest.
A bit of a long and tiring day.
After washing my face, I soaked my feet in boiling water. My legs have been sore these past two days, and my aunt told me that soaking my feet would help.
She was too lazy to bring water into the house, so she just soaked in it at the dining table. It was a little hot at first, but she got used to it after a while and felt quite comfortable.
Next door, Lin Min continued to prepare for class, occasionally looking up at the girl not far away who was browsing her phone with her head down.
A pair of clean white feet were placed in a big red basin.
She was wearing an old nightgown, and there was a small tuft of hair standing up on the side of her head.
She had been planning to soak in the bath for a while, but when she picked up her phone, it kept vibrating.
It was Li Changhai who invited her to join the class WeChat group.
Then people kept talking in the group and WeChat kept ringing.
It seemed that because she was brushing so quickly, no one noticed her coming in.
This group already existed.
"Fuck, fuck, I feel like I was blind for three years in high school. There was a class beauty in our class. She sat on the stage and had an aura of two meters and eight."
"I still have goose bumps after hearing that song. What should I do? I can't eat meat for the next three months. It won't taste good even if I do."
"It lingers in my mind for three days. I'm going to go to that box and sit there reminiscing for the next three days."
"What should I do? I feel like I'm in love."
"The monitor recorded the video, right? Please send it to me. I want to save a copy."
A lot of emoticons.
Xiao Qi thought about it and said, "Class leader, I'll transfer the money for the party tonight to you."
Then the group suddenly became quiet.
The squad leader jumped out and sent a message: 147.
Xiaoqi sent a red envelope: 147, and wrote "class monitor" on it.
Then he sent a random red envelope of 200 and wrote: Hello everyone, I am Su Xiaoqi, please give me your advice.
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