Short Day Five
XXXX University's military training had recently gained widespread acclaim among previous seniors. As long as they could get through the first three days, the rest would be a breeze. Furthermore, Huang Yaya and her classmates had avoided the scorching heat of September.
Even though September was avoided, several people still fainted on the first day of military training. During lunch break, Huang Yaya and her roommates sat in the dormitory, wondering why they weren't the ones to faint. Standing at attention, having to stay still, was incredibly uncomfortable. She kept feeling like little bugs were crawling on her body, and she wanted to scratch, but the instructors were constantly patrolling. The crawling sensation disappeared during breaks, which was strange.
In the evening, there was the popular singing and the game of passing the flower while beating the drum that scared Huang Yaya to death. Whoever the flower was passed to got to perform a talent.
When she was playing the game of passing the flower, she felt that what was passed to her was not a mineral water bottle but a bomb. If she were asked to perform in public, she would rather fainted on the playground.
The more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen. Amid the exciting music, Huang Yaya took the water bottle passed to her by the girl next to her. She was about to pass it to the person behind her, but the music stopped abruptly when her hand was in mid-air. The girl behind her breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her with a smile.
Oh my God, she really wanted to have a heart attack at this moment, or faint from hypoglycemia. Huang Yaya stood up with weak legs amid the cheers of the crowd. She didn't know if it would work if she pretended to faint at this time.
A group of people looked at her expectantly, and some were sitting on the grass cheering. What should she do? She had no choice but to go ahead. Huang Yaya chose singing as her talent show. Although she could also sing some pop and ancient music, she only hummed these songs to herself when she was alone.
When performing in front of so many people, the show may not be outstanding, but it must not become a joke. If you don't want to make a joke, you can only play it safe. To play it safe, you can only sing songs that are popular and no one in Phoenix Legend would easily go out of tune.
When choosing a song, she hesitated for a while between "Temptation of Wolves" and "It's All Love", and finally chose "It's All Love". Although she really wanted to shout out "wife", she was still a little shy.
Huang Yaya sang the first line with a trembling voice: "If you don't love me, give me back my heart."
Someone in the audience seemed to sense her uneasiness and encouraged her, saying, "Yaya, we love you."
Huang Yaya looked over and saw her roommates. With someone encouraging her, she felt less scared and continued singing with courage. The more she sang, the smoother her singing became. More and more classmates started to cheer her on. As Huang Yaya finished her song and was about to return to her seat, some classmates cheered, "Sing it all, finish it."
Huang Yaya could only explain awkwardly: "Classmates, I'm sorry, I only remember this part of the lyrics."
The game of passing the flower continued, and this time Huang Yaya could rest easy. When the rousing music stopped, the water bottle landed in the hands of her roommate, Ning Yuanyuan. Ning Yuanyuan, known for her socialite nature, naturally approached the crowd and said cheerfully, "Let me sing you a lesser-known song: Zombie by the Cranberries!"
Huang Yaya, who calls herself a music snob, was stunned when she heard the name. She had never heard this song before. It was really quite niche. Zombie? Was that the Zombie she was thinking of? That means zombie. Just hearing the name of the song made her feel creepy, but as Ning Yuanyuan began to sing:
"Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken, And the violence caused such silence, Who are we mistaken... What's in your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie."
The gentle singing voice revealed an unyielding spirit. Although Huang Yaya's English was not very good, she could still understand the general meaning. After all, all those years of listening practice in high school were not in vain.
The gist of it is that war turns people into zombies. Huang Yaya already thought her performance was terrible, and hearing Ning Yuanyuan's song made her feel even more tacky. This is what they call throwing a brick to attract jade: she is the broken brick, while Ning Yuanyuan is the beautiful jade.
When the song ended, the audience burst into applause. Ning Yuanyuan then suggested, "This song is an anti-war song. Today's peace is hard-won. Let's sing 'Ten Farewells to the Red Army' together to thank our revolutionary martyrs."
The audience said in unison: "Okay."
Damn, what is the ability to control the situation, what is ideological awareness, she is now simply admiring Huang Yuanyuan to death, of course, she is also a little envious, why Huang Yuanyuan can be so confident and so talented, while she can only tiptoe in the crowd.
After returning to the dormitory, her roommates praised Ning Yuanyuan's performance today. Ning Yuanyuan modestly declined and held Huang Yaya's hand, saying, "Yaya gave me the courage."
She was stunned. Could it be that her song choice was so rustic and her singing was so bad that Ning Yuanyuan had the courage to go on stage?
Ning Yuanyuan then added: "Yaya didn't sing popular songs, but chose the ones she liked, so I dared to sing what I wanted to sing."
Was this a coincidence? Or was Ning Yuanyuan just too modest?
She was afraid that she would sing out of tune when singing popular songs, which would be embarrassing, so she chose songs that she could control more easily. Unexpectedly, after listening to so many songs in more than ten years, the song she was most confident in was actually by Phoenix Legend.
After washing up, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening. She had originally planned to read a novel before going to bed. After all, for some reason, she hadn't read a novel in over a week. However, she fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. Exercise is indeed the best remedy for staying up late.
It was another dream. In it, she came to the waterside pavilion she had visited last time. The waterside pavilion was still bustling with people. But sitting in the pavilion was someone she knew very well: Song Zhexi.
Song Zhexi held an exquisite wine jug in one hand and leaned on the railing with the other, looking at the flower boat across the way. Huang Yaya approached him step by step, until she was behind him, but he didn't notice at all, still admiring the beautiful scenery on the water.
She gently patted his left shoulder, while standing to his right. She watched him turn his head to the left for a long moment, his face bewildered. She couldn't help but laugh, thankful that such a little prank had actually worked.
Following the sound of laughter, Song Zhexi turned his head and stared at Huang Yaya. His cheeks flushed slightly, his eyes were a little blurry, and he said softly, "Who are you? Why do you always appear and disappear without a trace?"
Huang Yaya sat beside him, also leaning against the railing and looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her, and said nonchalantly: "I told you, I am a god."
"What kind of god is this? How can a god be poor and weak? What method did you use to be so elusive?" The other party's tone was a little sarcastic.
This is really hard to explain. Huang Yaya did not answer, but listened to the melodious voice coming out of the flower boat. The people in the boat sang so beautifully. If only she could sing such beautiful songs. At this moment, an inexplicable sense of inferiority surged in her heart.
She wasn't talented enough, wasn't humorous enough, and certainly not as confident and in control as Ning Yuanyuan. Perhaps it was because the breeze was so desolate, or perhaps it was because the song was so beautiful, but Ning Yuanyuan burst into tears.
"Why aren't you talking?" Song Zhexi must be a little drunk, and his tone of voice was a little vague, making people feel that he was far away in the clouds.
"What can I say? I'm so bad, poor and weak." Huang Yaya replied dejectedly.
Yes, she felt terrible. She wasn't close enough to her parents, and she always felt a distance from her friends. And no matter how hard she tried, her grades remained the same. As for her talents, while others could play the game of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she felt like a failure even at dreaming.
"I'm sorry." Song Zhexi put down the wine jug in his hand, looking a little flustered.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just a terrible person, and I didn't want to admit it before." Huang Yuanyuan turned around and forced a smile at Song Zhexi. In real life, she found it difficult to face herself, but at this moment, she could honestly admit her unwillingness: she was just terrible.
"Every inch has its own strengths and weaknesses; every thing has its own shortcomings, and every wisdom has its own limitations. Look at yourself from a different perspective; you are actually quite good!"
"Really? Thank you." She knew he wanted to comfort her, but who knew her better than her? She accepted his kindness, but she didn't agree with it.
Perhaps sensing the helplessness in the other person's voice, Song Zhexi said solemnly, "I didn't lie to you. You're very good."
She picked up the wine jug on the small table, looked at the drunken man, and asked with some self-mockery: "Then Mr. Song, what's good about me?"
She carefully took a sip of the wine from the jug. It was so bitter! They say a good drunk can dispel all worries, but can you get drunk in a dream? Huang Yaya took another sip. This one was so bitter that tears streamed down her face. Seeing the man in front of her still hesitating, it seemed he couldn't think of any advantages. Another sip of bitter wine went down her throat.
She raised the wine jug towards the moon in the sky and sighed, "Come, moon, I toast you."
A hand took the wine jug from her hand. It was not Yueliang, but Song Zhexi who was standing behind her. He drank the remaining wine in the jug in one gulp, with a firm expression as if he had made some kind of decision.
"I……"
The voices in the dream gradually faded away, and the female voice in her ears became clearer and clearer.
"Wake up, wake up."
Huang Yaya opened her eyes and saw Xu Meng standing under her bed and shouted.
"Lazy bugs, little pigs, wake up!"
She glanced at her phone, and the lingering melancholy instantly vanished. "Oh shit, it's already 6:30, and we have to gather at 7, and we still have to eat breakfast in between." She immediately jumped up, and so did the rest of her roommates. There were also some complaints echoing through the dormitory.
"Fuck, why is it so late?"
"Do you feel any pain? I feel so much pain!"
"Let me go to the bathroom first, urgent."
"I'm in a hurry too, let me go first."
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