"This symphony is really shocking, and it is very different from the traditional music system of our country. ”

Deng Ying thought about it and tried to find a topic, "When I was still in the brigade, I often listened to some old people sing Nanyin, and I think that kind of rhyme is more beautiful." ”

"Don't talk about it, I'm homesick. Qiao Jiayue poked the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, "I heard that the film school has also resumed enrollment, is it true?"

"It's true, the notice of the March meeting, enrollment starts this fall, do you want to watch a movie?"

Deng Ying thought about it and only guessed this conclusion, but Qiao Jiayue doesn't look like a person who likes to watch movies!

"No, I mean the show. ”

"Then I'll inquire, see where there is a Peking Opera opening, and I'll help you buy tickets. "Then I'll go with you to see it.

Qiao Jiayue nodded, "Okay." After the two finished eating, they went back to school together.

Guo Yufan didn't come back, depending on the situation, she should be resting at home tonight.

No one else in the dormitory was there, Hu Ailan seemed to have gone out, leaving only Hu Guoguo there, she was covered with an old quilt, holding a thousand paper cranes in her black and thin little hands, and she was having fun with herself.

Qiao Jiayue was pouring hot water into the basin and preparing to soak her feet, and then she found that Hu Guoguo looked at her and licked her lips.

She looked over, the girl hurriedly looked away, she couldn't help sighing, and said to Hu Guoguo: "Guoguo, bring the enamel jar and drink some hot water." ”

It's already spring, the weather here is still dry, and the wind sometimes carries sand in the wind, which is uncomfortable.

Hu Ailan was not there, Hu Guoguo hesitated, took the jar over, and whispered, "Thank you, aunt." ”

Qiao Jiayue shrunk into the quilt, recalling the melody of the concert she listened to today, and suddenly, those symbols and formulas were very active.

The point she hadn't figured out was suddenly cleared, and suddenly she picked up a pen and paper, turned on the flashlight and began to write and draw in her notebook.

When the flashlight ran out of power, and his neck let out a tooth-aching cry because he had been in a position for a long time, Qiao Jiayue stretched a few lazy waists, and was very satisfied, and the problem was solved.

She yawned, put her notebook away, and got ready for bed.

When she opened the door to go to the toilet, under the dim light in the corridor, there were still people squatting and trying to read, and some people walked over without raising their heads, it was just too desperate.

In class on Friday, everything was no different from other times, except for Guo Yufan, no one knew that Qiao Jiayue and Deng Ying went out to watch a concert.

In fact, not many people know about this concert, and most of everyone's activities are limited to schools, and a small number of people from better families will go to other places to play on weekends.

When she was in class, Qiao Jiayue always felt that an idea was about to come out, but she couldn't find the key point, which made her a little distracted.

After class, her classmates were gone, and she walked slowly to the back, and she could hear the people in front of her discussing whether to go to the parade on the weekend.

Qiao Jiayue couldn't help but be stunned, what kind of parade?

When passing by the cafeteria, there were also people with a few tables and a few pieces of paper to promote something to the students passing by.

Qiao Jiayue listened to it, this is about the club, there are English corners, poetry clubs, table tennis and so on.

There wasn't anything she was interested in, there was a choral club, she didn't have all the five notes, and it was not interesting to add it.

Back in the dormitory, Qiao Jiayue unexpectedly found Zheng Mingxin and Jiang Hongxin there, holding a newspaper and talking about a poem on it.

Zheng Mingxin saw Qiao Jiayue, and happily called her to come over and watch together, "This is the comrade in my family, he was admitted to the Chinese Department, and now he is running a poetry club, you can participate if you are interested." ”

Qiao Jiayue glanced at the tofu block in the newspaper, no wonder Zheng Mingxin was so excited, it was indeed a bit of a skill to publish something in the newspaper at this time.

"Congratulations to Sister Mingxin. Qiao Jiayue congratulated with a smile, and didn't ask much about the club.

However, Jiang Hongxin has been pestering Zheng Mingxin to ask questions, such as how much is the manuscript fee, will you definitely be able to learn to write poems if you join the poetry club?

Qiao Jiayue sat on her bed and wrote down some of her thoughts, not affected by the outside world at all.

She finally perfected her idea, including the proportion, and made more than a dozen kinds of combinations, and waited for the weekend to experiment.

On Saturday, Qiao Jiayue deliberately avoided Deng Ying and went to the research institute with some effort.

She hasn't figured herself out yet, but now that she knows Deng Ying's thoughts, she should leave a little bit first and talk about it later.

After Qiao Jiayue entered the laboratory, she quickly immersed herself in the experiment.

During this period, a researcher came over to take a look at it, and saw that Qiao Jiayue's hand was moving very quickly, and there was no need to stop to look at the scale with reagents, it was completely easy.

When Qiao Jiayue stopped, she only felt stiff, her calves were numb, and she was throbbing and aching.

She sat in her chair, enduring the ** pain, and at the same time stuffed the finished product into the package.

The data came out quickly, and two were suitable for hypnosis, which is suitable for the treatment of post-traumatic mental illness.

And the last thing is a good description: after inhalation, a fantasy can be formed within five minutes, and the user will involuntarily say all the relevant events of the keywords they hear.

The sequelae are three days of transient amnesia, accompanied by intense headaches, and an overdose can lead to irreversible amnesia.

She considered it in the direction of psychedelia, and only three of the more than a dozen kinds of matching were successful in the end, but I don't know if Chief Li will be satisfied.

And the system has included the formula, which shows that it has once again been affirmed by the system.

Qiao Jiayue touched her gurgling stomach, opened the kettle and drank a sip of cold water, and instantly felt excited, and her groggy brain couldn't help but sober up a lot.

She packed up and locked up her paperwork and went to dinner.

The finished product is made, but she still has to write a report, Qiao Jiayue doesn't like this kind of report, there are various writing requirements.

I hope that after eating, I can finish the report smoothly.

There is food in the institute at any time, after all, the researcher is inspired, and it is normal to stay up all night or something.

After eating and drinking, Qiao Jiayue yawned and finished writing the report with her spirits, and she had to sleep well after that.

When Qiao Jiayue returned to the yard, Qiao Hongyuan and Qiao Hongliang were just about to leave, the brother and sister chatted a few words, she went back to the house and slept in the dark, when she woke up, the room was very dark, it was already night, and when I looked at the time again, it was ten o'clock, and it was too late to go back to school at this time.

It seems that I will have to rush to school early tomorrow morning.

In the past, at home, there were parents and brothers to supervise her work and rest, but now no one cares about it, and she is addicted to experiments.

It seems that she will need to set an alarm clock for herself in the future, every time like this, no matter how good her body is, she can't bear it.

Qiao Jiayue got up, reluctantly got herself boiling water, soaked a bowl of mush, drank it, and fell asleep again.

Early the next morning, Qiao Jiayue rubbed her forehead, looked at the time, it was not early, quickly cleaned up, and prepared to run back to school.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a young man in a white shirt and a blue tracksuit jacket riding a bicycle outside the door.

The sun shone in, casting a pale golden halo over the cloud above him.

Qiao Jiayue held her breath in an instant, this is Deng Ying?

Why is he here? I want to talk about "Sixty Farming Fields" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~