Dark clouds weighed down the lights of Skyrim City, and the bustling light was shattered by the downpour, leaving only a long point of light like a crystal necklace, passing through the gloomy fields and low-rise houses, flickering and greeting the university laboratory building in the dark.

The ink-like rain did not pass over the asphalt pavement, and gathered into small puddles in the depressions of the pavement, vaguely reflecting the lights from the windows of the laboratory building and the busy figures of students and teachers.

"Squeak—"

The mud-stained tires cut through the puddles, and the images of the water surface shook into fragments, and when they converged again, they reflected the figure of a young man half-straddling the battery car, stopping to look around.

The rain soaked his hair under his helmet and down his stubble chin and into the collar of his bright yellow delivery jacket.

Xu Zhan couldn't help but shudder, reached out to wipe the rain off his face, and parked his battery car against the flower bed.

There was a loud "boom", a lightning bolt split the sky, Xu Zhan suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly opened the trunk, but it was his action that caused a disaster - the trunk was hit by the poured rain, and the leaflets and old books in the box were all soaked in an instant.

Xu Zhan didn't care about the leaflets, fished out the pile of old books, and rushed into the laboratory building in three or two steps, leaving the pouring rain behind.

With difficulty lifting the bloated raincoat, the light blue book cover of the "Adult College Entrance Examination Syllabus" was already soaked in the rain. Xu Zhan searched left and right, but couldn't find a paper towel or a dry cloth, so he had to half-kneel in the corridor, take off his T-shirt that had seeped into the rain, twist it vigorously, and wipe the books half-dry.

The brisk and lively bell broke the sound of the rain. The classrooms were like hornet's nests that had been poked, and the students walked out of the classrooms like bees, the soles of their shoes splashing the muddy water on the porch onto Xu Zhan's books.

"Hey!" he looked up angrily, a large black crushed back of his head pointed at him mercilessly, how could he recognize who had caused him trouble?

Xu Zhan was angry, there were still two months left before the adult college entrance examination, and he didn't know how much his books had been ruined.

Ignoring the careful inspection, Xu Zhan remembered the purpose of his visit to the school, sighed long, took out the old Samsung in the plastic bag, and looked down through the cracked screen to find the sender's contact number.

"Hello Mr. Ye, I am the courier of Shuntong Express, where are you now? I have arrived at your laboratory building area, and I am now at the door of the laboratory (1) on the east side of Building 3. ”

"I'll come over here, wait a minute. ”

Soon, the young professor ran out of the office on the side with a brown paper file bag.

"Professor Sun will be speaking on stage in a moment, and he should be in the backstage lounge of the lecture hall now. Please send it as soon as possible, it's urgent. After that, looking at Xu Zhan, who was embarrassed, the little professor couldn't help but add in a sincere tone, "It's really hard for you." ”

Xu Zhan smiled gratefully, the gloom in his heart finally dissipated a little, he took the file bag marked "Professor Sun's Speech" on it, opened the waterproof bag, and carefully put it in.

I still have a spare waterproof bag that I just brought over. As soon as the little professor left, Xu Zhan took out a new waterproof bag, carefully packed his books into it, put on a raincoat, and rushed into the heavy rain.

This area is a higher education park, but the distance between the two universities is not far. But the rain was heavy, the matter was urgent, and both sides couldn't leave, so they called for an urgent delivery.

Xu Zhan stopped the battery car, knocked on the door from the backstage and entered the lounge.

The lounge floor is covered with a light grey carpet and a khaki fabric sofa sits on it. Colorful paintings hung on the beige wallpaper, a window was opened on the east wall, and a pot of vibrant pothos was placed on the windowsill, and the whole room was comfortable and unpretentious but not dull.

The lounge and the lecture hall are connected by a secret door, and the lecture hall is filled with bursts of applause and the high-pitched speech of the host.

Xu Zhan has not felt this kind of academic atmosphere for many years, and now he is a little nostalgic.

Xu Zhan pulled back his thoughts and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa with his back to the main entrance. From his vantage point, he could only see the top of the other's meticulously combed hair and the hands raised as he read the literature.

The professor wore a dark gray suit with delicate silver cufflinks pinned to the cuffs of his white shirt. Hearing someone enter, the gray suit professor did not put down the literature, still immersed in reading.

Xu Zhan stepped forward, handed him the kraft paper document bag, and asked the other party to sign for it.

A burst of warm applause suddenly erupted in the distance, and Xu Zhan subconsciously turned his head, but accidentally took away the reference book that he had been carrying in his arms.

At the moment when Xu Zhan picked them up, the rain-stained work card on his chest was picked up by the professor who stood up and looked at it carefully.

"It turned out to be Xu Zhan, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

The moment Xu Zhan saw the other party's face clearly, his breathing suddenly became heavy.

The man in front of him had a sarcastic smile on his diamond-shaped face, high cheekbones, narrow chin, and a pair of eyes that were habitually squinted because of his high degree, making him always look a little gloomy and snarky.

It's Sun Kang!

The moment he recognized the other party, Xu Zhan's mind went blank, and he instinctively rushed forward. By the time he reacted, he found that he had punched the other man in the nose.

Sun Kang covered his nose and sat back on the sofa, his nose bleeding on his white shirt, embarrassed.

At the secret door, the host's voice penetrated into the lounge through the thin crack in the door: "Next, Professor Sun Kang is invited to give a speech on stage!"

Warm applause rang out, and it was the applause of hundreds of people, from the bottom of their hearts.

Xu Zhan showed a sarcastic expression, did they know what kind of well-dressed beast they were looking forward to?

They don't know!

Four years ago in the summer, a week before the college entrance examination.

Xu Zhan carried a few specialties that his mother threw to him and went to visit his uncle Song Qinghui, who was unemployed at home.

Song Qinghui is his uncle by generation, but in fact he is less than ten years older than him. Xu Zhan's family has a large population, Song Qinghui is the youngest child of the previous generation, and Xu Zhan is the oldest of this generation. By mistake, although the generation is one notch worse, the two of them have been calling each other for their brother and brother without the birth of relatives and children of the same age, and they have been playing until now.

The downstairs of the residential unit where Song Qinghui lives is full of people. The police cordoned off and laid inflatable air mattresses on the ground. Xu Zhan raised the souvenir box in his hand, blocking the dazzling sunlight of June, and subconsciously followed the surrounding crowd to look up.

In a 30-story residential building with about 20 floors of a household, the balcony window was wide open, and a sloppy man shook the wine bottle in his hand, sitting on the windowsill and looking at the sky in a daze.

He has seen this kind of scene in the news a lot, and he is afraid that he will jump off the building.

The police were afraid that too many onlookers would irritate the man, so they came to disperse him. Xu Zhan showed his intention to the police, but after reporting the house number of the resident, he was stared at by a group of policemen.

"The man...... Who are you?"

Xu Zhan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted, the man sitting on the windowsill was Song Qinghui!

Song Qinghui's home was a mess, full of newspapers and empty bottles, like a scrapyard. The foul smell permeated the room and was suffocating.

Xu Zhan and the negotiator approached the man sitting on the windowsill. He couldn't connect this skinny, dirty man with his gentle and personable little uncle. The man's face was full of stubble, his hair was full of messy, and under his eyes were thick dark circles that could not be blurred, and there was a lifeless dead silence in his eyes.

After Xu Zhan walked to the closest distance suggested by the negotiator, he lowered his head and took out the admission ticket with a crying voice, "Brother Qinghui, this is my admission ticket, I will take the college entrance examination next Monday, when I am admitted to your alma mater, let's go to the laboratory together, okay?"

Song Qinghui's drinking action paused for a moment, and when his cloudy eyes saw the admission ticket in Xu Zhan's hand, sparks flashed like a moment of clarity.

Xu Zhan hurriedly took a few steps forward and handed him the admission ticket, so as to take the opportunity to pull him down from the windowsill.

Song Qinghui stretched out his black hand to the snow-white admission ticket, but stopped at the moment when his fingertips were about to touch the paper.

Xu Zhan saw two tears fall from Song Qinghui's eyes and wash over his gray face.

"Zhan, I can't go into the lab anymore. ”

In the moment when Xu Zhan was stunned, Song Qinghui jumped from the window.

Manuscript paper covered with experimental data covered with bay windows flew up like white doves in the square.

All that left in his vision was a vast expanse of desperate whiteness.

A month later, Xu Zhan failed in the college entrance examination.

He didn't want to repeat the exam, but he pretended to enroll in a repeater class in another province and left his hometown. He couldn't understand why the man with the light in his eyes, who had been fiddling with the experimental equipment since he was a child, suddenly jumped off such a high rooftop.

What's the point of studying hard if you study diligently and go to the laboratory, but instead of doing meaningful work, you have to get caught up in those dirty and greedy struggles, and even pay the price of your life?

With this confusion, in order to make a living, he became a courier, running around the city in the wind and rain, struggling to survive.

The people outside the lounge all rushed over when they heard the movement, and they were all dumbfounded when they saw Sun Kang, who was knocked to the ground by Xu Zhan.

Xu Zhan was dragged away, and Sun Kang was also helped to stand up. The nose that was hit head-on was red, and the gold-rimmed glasses that pretended to be Sven fell to the ground because of Xu Zhan's punch and were crushed by the panicked crowd.

At this moment, Sun Kang looks like a clown.

Xu Zhan only felt that his hands were numb, his sweat was ice, and his heart was beating wildly.

His reason for beating Sun Kang is simple and sufficient. Four years ago, Sun Kang stole Song Qinghui's experimental results and framed him. Song Qinghui was discredited, lost his job at the research institute, and suffered from depression.

The leaders expressed their concerned greetings to Sun Kang, Sun Kang, who was "held by the stars and the moon", had red mung bean eyes, panting like a cow, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly and Xu Zhan, who was held behind by the security guards, separated the crowd and glared at each other angrily.

"How did it end up like this now?!Who is going to explain what happened to Professor Sun?!"

A burst of shouts came into his ears, making Xu Zhan's "reason" suddenly return to his body.

This is a good opportunity, a good opportunity for the whole world to know about Sun Kang's dirty deeds! As long as he rushes onto the stage, holds the microphone, and tells the reporters in the audience about the ugly things Sun Kang has done, Song Qinghui will be able to avenge his grievances!

Xu Zhan sneered, shook off the hand of the person who controlled him, turned around and opened the secret door of the lounge, and rushed onto the stage of the lecture hall.

Lights more dazzling than sunlight lit up the entire stage, and Xu Zhan appeared behind the lecture table decorated with flowers and satin, and grabbed the microphone.

The host's eloquent talk came to an abrupt end. He turned his head and looked at the rain-dripping courier in amazement. The flashing lights on the seats, which were originally weak and flickering, lit up wildly after a few seconds of stillness, like a snow-white wave that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, surging towards Xu Zhan.

The gaffer hit the xenon lamp directly in his face, and Xu Zhan was engulfed in the dazzling light, and his ears buzzed.

He opened his mouth and was about to say everything Sun Kang had done four years ago when the ground suddenly shook violently.

Xu Zhan made all kinds of preparations, such as being dragged down by someone, such as being unplugged from the microphone, but he didn't expect the stage to suddenly lose balance. He had to let go of the microphone and hold on to the table, which fell and bounced on the floor as the stage pumped.

The slope of the ground is increasing, and the microphone that is screaming wildly slides under the stage, and Xu Zhan also keeps tilting forward with the stage. Everyone screamed and slid out of their seats, and the entire lecture hall seemed to be a huge, grounded cruise ship, being flipped over by a strange but irresistible force.

In just a few seconds, Xu Zhan had already slid to the edge of the stage, he grabbed the stage hard, not daring to let himself fall, and just when he was about to run out of energy, the tilt suddenly stopped.

He found himself standing behind the podium piled high with flowers and satin as if he had never experienced it before.

Screaming the dropped microphone, he crouched quietly on the table of the podium.

The gaffer removed the impudent xenon lamp from his face.

The buzzing in my ears faded away, replaced by a wave of applause.

The host walked out of the dark place of the curtain on the edge of the stage, his beautiful navy blue suit ironed straight, and every step towards him was filled with pride and pride.

The host is Song Qinghui.