Chapter 18
When packing his luggage to return to school, Zhang Jusong put the astronomical telescope into the suitcase.
To this end, she packed some clothes and planned to send them to school in advance to lighten the weight of her suitcase.
It is indeed very interesting to observe the night sky with an astronomical telescope.
The light from the distant planets travels across a distance measured in light years and is captured by the eyes. Countless details hidden under that little bit of starlight can be seen clearly.
Unfortunately, Zhang Jusong has no expertise in recognizing stars. During these days at home, the thing he looks at the most is the moon.
Throughout the ages, there have been countless poems praising the moon's brightness and clarity. However, if you look closely, you will find that the moon is actually full of scars.
Except for the moon, she looked at the other stars randomly.
Zhang Jusong couldn't help but send a message to Xia Zhiheng, "Do you know those galaxies and star clusters? Are there any books I can refer to?"
It's very rare that I didn't receive any results in half an hour.
Zhang Jusong frowned and played with his phone, and saw a push notification from the school's official account.
The header photo is very emotionally shot.
Wearing camouflage uniform, the boy stared at the bull's eye with a stern expression.
Zhang Jusong sat up straight at once.
Is the young man in the picture Xia Zhiheng?
She enlarged the photo and looked at it carefully. Yes, it was indeed Xia Zhiheng.
But why does Xia Zhiheng look a little strange?
Zhang Jusong stared at the photo for a while and suddenly realized.
The reason why he felt strange might be because Xia Zhiheng had a cold face.
She seemed... to have never seen him with a cold face?
As if being scratched by a feather, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind - I wonder what Xia Zhiheng looks like when he gets angry? Stop, stop.
Zhang Jusong silently condemned himself in his heart. Why would he want to make such a gentle brother angry?
Exiting the full-screen photo, she turned her attention to the tweet.
The title is quite standard, "Young people are not afraid of the scorching sun | Military training at A University is just in time", and the main content is to show the military training style of the freshmen of A University, praising them for their hard training under the scorching sun, showing the commitment and responsibility of college students in the new era, etc...
When he scrolled to the end and saw the number of likes, Zhang Jusong was stunned.
Generally speaking, it would be good if the number of likes for such an official tweet from University A reached thousands. However, the number of likes for this tweet almost exceeded 10,000. The comment section was still full of familiar selections, and there was no clue to the reason for this abnormal number of likes.
Although there is no evidence, Zhang Jusong vaguely feels that this may be related to that wonderful header picture.
Since the freshmen's military training has not yet ended, Xia Zhiheng certainly cannot reply in time.
After realizing this, Zhang Jusong went about doing what he was supposed to do.
However, she did turn on the vibration mode for her cell phone which was always on silent mode.
While having dinner, the cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
Zhang Jusong picked up the taro pork ribs with his right hand and picked up his cell phone with his left hand.
This was Xia Zhiheng’s reply.
"Is there a possibility? It's better to ask me than to ask a book. 3D surround voice, fully automatic recognition of star clusters and galaxies."
"Just kidding. (*/ω＼*)"
"I just joined the A-University Stargazing Club. If you're interested, why don't we join together?"
Zhang Jusong typed with one hand: "Aren't you still in freshman military training...are clubs so quick to snatch people now?"
"Actually, I took the initiative to ask. After all, if you like something, you can't help but pay attention to it."
"And there is a huge benefit to joining the Stargazing Club now!"
Zhang Jusong asked: "What is it?"
"It is said that there will be a meteor shower in City A on the 7th, and the Stargazing Club plans to organize members to watch it together. Sister, will you return to school at that time?"
Meteor shower? Zhang Jusong pursed his lips.
When she was a child, she was addicted to watching TV dramas, so she went to wait for a meteor shower.
I was too young to run out and wait for the meteor to fall, so I had to open the bedroom window and stand by.
If she didn't want to alarm the adults, she couldn't turn on the lights. At that time, she was a little afraid of the dark, so she instigated Xia Zhiheng to join her and talked about the beauty and good meaning of the meteor shower.
Xia Zhiheng agreed.
The two children discussed it seriously and made a paper cup phone based on an article in children's science magazine.
Use a toothpick to poke two holes in two paper cups and connect them with a long cotton thread to make a paper cup phone.
By throwing one of the receivers of the paper cup phone into the window of Xia Zhiheng's room next door, they can have a quiet conversation and exchange important information such as "Did you see the meteor shower?"
Zhang Jusong remembered it clearly. She kept her eyes open the whole night and didn't dare to sleep, for fear that she would miss the shooting star if she dozed off.
In the end, I waited and waited until dawn, but nothing happened.
The next day, she opened her bedroom door with a pair of panda eyes, and her mother was shocked. After she found out the reason, her mother was happy for the whole day: "With the air pollution in the city like this, how can you see the meteor shower?"
Although Zhang Jusong was angry, he had to admit that what his mother said made sense, and not everyone was lucky enough to see such a fleeting beauty as a meteor shower.
Thinking of that failed wait, Zhang Jusong typed: "It's not certain that we can see it, right? When we were kids, we also waited for a shooting star once. But in the end, there was nothing."
She picked out a "frustrated cat" emoticon and sent it over.
"Thinking about it now, I still feel silly."
After three seconds, Xia Zhiheng replied:
"But... I remember it as a very happy memory."
Zhang Jusong was a little surprised. He took his hands off his rice bowl and picked up his phone to type in the text box: "How can I be happy after waiting for everything?"
After typing the words, she couldn't leave. She read it silently, but felt a little disappointed, so she deleted them word by word.
“Maybe everyone feels differently.”
This time, Xia Zhiheng sent two voice messages.
Glancing at his family members at the table, Zhang Jusong quickly took two mouthfuls of rice and announced, "I'm done."
Then he turned and went back to the room.
Putting on the Bluetooth headset to make sure no sound was missed, Zhang Jusong played the two voice sentences just now.
There were whistles for assembly in the background, which sounded quite hurried, and Xia Zhiheng's speech speed was also faster than usual.
“Well, I think sometimes the result is not necessarily the most important thing, because the process itself is interesting enough.”
"And who knows, maybe we'll be lucky this time and see it. We're about to gather. Bye."
Zhang Jusong actually didn't quite believe that he would be lucky enough to see a meteor shower.
In recent years, she has become accustomed to feeling that good things will never happen to her.
But……
Zhang Jusong lowered his eyes and played Xia Zhiheng's voice again.
For some unknown reason, she changed her ticket back to school in advance.
The scenery outside the high-speed rail changed from the hills in the south to the plains in the north. After exiting the high-speed rail station and entering the subway station, the subway in City A was as crowded as ever.
Everything in City A was the same as when she left at the beginning of summer.
Even the mood is old acquaintance, I can’t wait to leave, and I’m just as eager to return...
It must be the shooting star, she told herself.
There is no change on campus. From time to time, you can see freshmen dragging their suitcases on the road. Why are they so sure? Looking at their tanned skin, you can tell that they are warriors who have gone through the ravages of military training.
A freshman walked past Zhang Jusong while talking on the phone.
"It's finally over. If it's one more day I would have been sick..."
Yes, it seems that yesterday was the closing ceremony of military training, Zhang Jusong thought.
I wonder if Xia Zhiheng got tanned?
The thought flashed through her mind and she continued walking forward.
There is still a week before school officially starts, and the dormitory is empty and quiet.
Zhang Jusong made the bed, fetched a bucket of water, and mopped the entire dormitory. Although the air quality in City A had improved a lot after treatment, after a summer vacation, the dormitory inevitably accumulated some dust.
After the general cleaning, the sunlight shining on the beige tiles of the dormitory has turned orange-red.
She dragged the chair to the bottom of the air-conditioning vent and stared at the dividing line between light and shadow on the ground in a daze.
I always feel like something is missing.
Zhang Jusong's eyes swept across the entire dormitory. The bed was made, the mosquito net and bed curtain were set up, the table was wiped, and the floor was mopped...
It should be fine, right? But why did she feel a little irritated, like she was waiting at a bus stop for a long time but the bus didn't come?
She turned on her phone, and WeChat was as quiet as ever. Apart from the gathering information and activity push notifications sent by Xia Zhiheng a few days ago, there was no other news.
Feeling a little annoyed, she stood up, tied her hair up again, and went out for dinner.
The gathering time for the Stargazing Club is set at 7pm at the Student Activity Center.
This building has a very good sense of design. There is an extremely wide mezzanine floor at the bottom. When the club recruits new members, it is just like setting up stalls in a vegetable market, and the huge mezzanine floor, which is large enough for horse racing, is filled up.
When Zhang Jusong first enrolled in school, he was immediately discouraged by the huge crowds at the entrance of the student activity center building.
Later, she heard her roommates and classmates complain that it was very troublesome to join some popular clubs, and that they had to register and take exams. She was a trouble-averse person, and there was no club that she was particularly interested in, so she didn't join any clubs.
Anyway, University A doesn't have a requirement to join clubs to get credits, so just do it your way.
Therefore, she seldom came to this building, and after wandering around for a long time, she finally found the address mentioned in the event push.
The Stargazing Club is not a popular student club, and the school has not officially started yet, so there are not many students who gather here to watch the meteors, only four or five people.
"Hey, I haven't seen you for a whole summer. You've gained weight again."
"screw you."
"The weather today is a bit uncertain. I guess it's Schrodinger's situation again."
"Have you bought food? This will almost take us all night."
…
The members chatted with each other and the atmosphere was very lively.
Zhang Jusong didn't recognize any of them, so he had to lower his head to play with his mobile phone and pretend to be busy to ease the embarrassment.
After waiting for a while, a boy wearing glasses came over and everyone greeted him. Some called him the president, and some called him Zhou Qunxing.
Zhang Jusong took a glance and thought that this was probably Zhou Qunxing, the president of the Stargazing Society.
After Zhou Qunxing exchanged greetings, he asked Zhang Jusong, "Classmate, are you a newcomer?"
"Yes." Zhang Jusong said softly, "I filled out the registration link."
"Orange, right? Welcome to our Stargazing Club's event."
Zhou Qunxing briefly introduced the precautions for this event and turned to chat with other familiar members.
Zhang Jusong was still playing with his phone, but he would glance at the stairs from time to time out of the corner of his eye.
After repeating this process six or seven times, I finally saw a familiar figure.
Xia Zhiheng climbed the stairs and raised his eyes as if he had sensed something.
The moment their eyes met, Zhang Jusong breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. She put her phone in her pocket and took two steps forward.
However, Xia Zhiheng calmly looked away.
His first words were to greet the president.
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