Chapter 15
After this song, Zhang Jusong was completely distracted in the next segment.
The melody of "Farewell" echoed in my mind over and over again.
Before the school anniversary ceremony ended, Zhang Jusong stood up with a hunched back, whispered "sorry", and slipped out quietly.
The sun was setting in the west, and there was a very faint sunset glow on the horizon.
Groups of students were walking in the twilight, and more people were gathering in front of the school gate.
The campus radio broadcast everything that happened in the auditorium in real time.
Zhang Jusong folded his hands behind his back and walked forward along the line of flower tiles. His jet-black hair was draped over his shoulders, and he felt a little hot.
I walked aimlessly, and when I came to my senses, I saw the senior high school teaching building in front of me.
In order to ensure that senior high school students have a quiet learning environment, this teaching building is separated from other buildings and has its own small garden with a statue of a girl playing football.
When Zhang Jusong was in school, he often heard his classmates making fun of the statue, saying that its real meaning was "learning is useless."
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile and looked up to gaze closely at the statue of the girl playing football.
Other people’s youth comes and goes, but this girl’s youth is eternal.
After looking for a while, Zhang Jusong walked into the teaching building.
Since the senior high school students have graduated and the new students have not yet moved in, this building was used as an open building for the school anniversary and the classrooms were not locked.
There was even a mischievous banner hung on the door of one class: "The holiday is over, it's time to go back to school, students."
It seems that these years away are just a long vacation. After coming back, I can still lie on the desk and complain to my classmates about what strange people and things I encountered.
Go up the stairs to the top floor. The last room on the left is the classroom where Zhang Jusong used to take classes.
The top floor is designed as a half-sky terrace. The northern side is a classroom, and the southern side is a very spacious garden corridor with green lawns and hydrangeas and forsythias on the ground.
There are several benches among the flowers and plants for students to rest.
The class number on the classroom had been changed long ago. Zhang Jusong put her hand on the door and hesitated for a moment, but the wind behind her made the decision for her and gently blew the door open.
Outside the connected glass windows was the sunset, dyeing the desks and chairs in the classroom a light rose gold.
The words "Happy Graduation" are still on the blackboard in the classroom, surrounded by many small words.
When I got closer and opened it, I realized that this was a place for alumni to leave messages, with a lot of words like "So-and-so has returned home to report."
Zhang Jusong read through each line, turned around, picked up a piece of chalk from the podium, found an inconspicuous place, and wrote the three words "Zhang Jusong".
The chalk rubbed across the blackboard, making a slight "squeaking" sound.
After writing her name, she thought carefully, but couldn't come up with any motto, so she put down the chalk.
These words filling up the blackboard will be erased after today, right?
Thinking of this, Zhang Jusong took out his cell phone.
Fortunately, her phone is waterproof, otherwise she would have lost a lot of money today.
Click on the camera and take a few steps back to find the angle.
She seldom takes photos. Even when she squats down to take photos like in the photos, she still feels that the classroom captured in the camera is not good enough.
Just as I was about to resign myself to my fate and press the camera button, I suddenly heard a creaky sound and the classroom door was pushed open.
The person came against the light and obviously did not expect that there was someone in the classroom, so he stopped moving.
"……May……"
Zhang Jusong took a breath of cold air.
"Shh..."
The famous star Xu Chong put a finger in front of his lips, signaling her to mute the sound.
"I'm not a ghost, why are you so surprised? Don't attract anyone here."
He looked around the classroom with a somewhat nonchalant attitude.
"Are you a student in this class? Why didn't you go to the school anniversary ceremony?"
Zhang Jusong held the phone, looked at his school uniform, hesitated and said "hmm".
It’s a bit troublesome to explain, so I’d better keep quiet. People are just being polite anyway.
As expected, Xu Chong did not continue talking. Instead, he stopped in front of the blackboard and scanned the various handwritings, as if looking for something.
After reading it all, he curled his lips, apparently he didn't find it.
Xu Chong glanced at Zhang Jusong and her phone: "Do you want to take a photo?"
"Huh?"
"Just one."
Xu Chong waved his hand with an extremely natural gesture. It seemed that he had experienced similar things countless times.
With the classroom blackboard as the background, Zhang Jusong held the phone stiffly.
"…I say, your expression is a little too serious, isn't it?"
Xu Chong chuckled: "You are so young, why do you have so much worries?"
He lowered his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "He looks a bit like someone."
"Who is it?"
"Don't ask so many questions, kid." Xu Chong took her phone and said, "I'll give you one more chance. Three... two... one... Cheese!"
Unknowingly, Zhang Jusong managed to get two group photos.
After taking the photos, Xu Chong left.
Zhang Jusong held the phone in his hand and suddenly realized what was going on and started to laugh.
Oh my god, she actually took a photo with Xu Chong.
Upload cloud backup immediately.
As for whether to post it on Moments or other social software? Zhang Jusong thought about it and decided not to.
She was too lazy to send it and was afraid of trouble.
Pulling out a chair, Zhang Jusong leaned over the desk and looked at the photo carefully.
Compared to Xu Chong in the photo, her attention is actually more focused on herself.
The moment captured by a photograph is undoubtedly fair.
There did seem to be some sadness in her expression.
A little strange.
I pulled out with two fingers, enlarged the photo, and looked at it several times.
Zhang Jusong pursed his lips, rested his chin on the desk and closed his eyes.
She was very familiar with this posture. In her senior year of high school, she and her classmates would seize the time to take a nap on their desks like this during breaks almost every day.
In a daze, she actually fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was almost dark.
Zhang Jusong grabbed his cell phone and checked the time.
Two unread messages came into view. They were sent dozens of minutes ago, and the sender was Xia Zhiheng.
"Sister, shall I come find you later?"
"Are you leaving first? Do you want me to accompany you on another tour?"
Zhang Jusong's fingertips tapped the screen of her phone from time to time. The pair of eyes she saw when she fell into the water flashed through her mind again.
She typed a few words quickly:
"Oh, sorry, I've already gone home. Thank you for today."
The message was sent, and after a while, a reply was received.
"Okay, you're welcome."
There is nothing else.
After waiting for two minutes, Zhang Jusong silently turned off his phone, stood up and walked into the night.
The garden corridor outside the classroom was still silent.
Only after the footsteps faded away did Xia Zhiheng stand up from the bench behind the hydrangea.
His eyes looked in the direction where Zhang Jusong left, with a complicated expression.
Walking into the classroom that Zhang Jusong had just left and turning on the light, Xia Zhiheng saw Zhang Jusong's name at first sight among the many words on the blackboard.
Picking up the chalk, he wrote his name stroke by stroke next to the three words "Zhang Jusong".
The two names "Zhang Jusong" and "Xia Zhiheng" seem to be very close, yet very far away.
After looking at it for a while, Xia Zhiheng added something between the two names with chalk.
That's a question mark.
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