(Foreword)

The distance between the illusion and the truth, the fog.

(Text)

October 8, 2021 at 8:12 a.m

In the morning of extraordinary peace, there is a hint of grass in the fresh air, which rushes to the face, refreshing the spleen. When I was still in a sleepy-eyed hazy state, I was awakened by the sudden ringing of the phone in the light rain. "Thousands of years have passed, and I have never forgotten each other's vows........."

Xiaoyu on the other end of the phone sounded very excited, and her voice was a little higher. I saw that she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then told me in staccato words that she had found Professor "Z".

When I heard the good news, I was swallowed up by a strong sense of joy, and I held my phone and screamed frantically, and I couldn't help but sway.

After a while, I tried to calm myself down – I closed my eyes and tried my best to tell myself: seeing is believing, hearing is false. In the absence of sufficient evidence, no good person can be wronged, and certainly no bad person must not be spared.

I dressed up and straightened my hair with my hands, and then looked in the mirror, where I was handsome and charming. I threw my backpack over my shoulders and made my way to the Literary Building.

According to the information provided by Xiaoyu, the circular scar was found on the hand of a professor of modern and contemporary literary history at HKUST. The professor's surname is Jin, and his full name is Jin Baimao. It was purely by chance that he came to teach her, mainly to help his long-time friends and colleagues who couldn't come for a while, and substitute for a class.

October 8, 2021 at 10:30 a.m

I crossed the east side of the University from the east side of the University to the west side of the University, crossed a street, bypassed several buildings, and finally saw the legendary Literature Building across the school playground.

"This is the Literature Building."

I stopped, looked up at the towering beige school building, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and feel an invisible sense of oppression.

"Let's go." I whispered to myself, and approached the Literature Building.

In front of the class schedule on the first floor of literature, I searched diligently for the name of Jin Baimao. Finally saw his name in the first class this afternoon.

"Classroom 1B, 13:00, History of Modern and Contemporary Literature, Professor Jin Baimao."

Classroom 1B...... It should be right at the door.

I poked my head out, took a few steps inside, and saw the number 1B.

I walked slowly to the door of 1B, and looked out of the window into the classroom—it wasn't as large as the last lecture I had slipped into, with room for hundreds of people, but so small that it could almost see through the entire classroom at a glance.

What can I do? I'm a science major, not a literature student, so if I get into someone else's classroom so obviously, I'm sure I'll be kicked out.

I silently bowed my head and walked out of the literary building with a sad brow.

Just as I was looking back at the literary building that made me feel oppressed, Cui Li appeared out of nowhere, slapped me on the shoulder with one hand, and jokingly asked me, "Cheng Yin, why are you here?" Have you changed your mind and wanted to change departments? ”

"What department to turn to? I just wanted to find out... This literature... I shook my head helplessly, really couldn't find a suitable reason, and then asked rhetorically, "Eh, I said why are you here?" Our science and engineering department is obviously in the East District, but this is the West District, separated by a whole road, I don't believe you will be so diligent. Say, tell me, what are you doing here? ”

Cui Li scratched his head embarrassedly: "I don't ...... No, there is a classmate who is a little interested in physics, this is not... I brought two books with me. ”

Cui Li handed the two books he was holding in front of me. ----- "Research in Mechanics" and "Multiple Analysis of Mechanics".

"You said that all the students here are in the Department of Literature, who would be interested in physics knowledge, and I remember that the research project assigned to you by Professor Wu this time is not about mechanics, isn't it just your own view? Don't fool me. "I look into Cui Li's eyes.

"I... Actually, I came here to study. Cui Li didn't dare to look me in the eye at all.

"Come here? You don't go to the self-study class of the physics department, you come here? Who believes. "As I spoke, a woman in a long-sleeved shirt and a light blue dress came up from behind me." This is what you said about students who are interested in physics? ”

Cui Li stopped me behind him and whispered: "Now is a critical time, as a good friend, you can't dismantle my platform." ”

I nodded, "Got it, got it."

"Cui Li, is this your classmate?" The woman looked at me and asked.

"He, he's... A little assistant for my research topic, yes, a little assistant. Cui Li gave me a look as he spoke.

"Yes, I worked with Cui Li on the topic of mechanics." I echoed.

"Are you here today, do you also have the same great interest in literature as Cui Li?" The woman continued: "Cui Li said that he loves literature very much, but he chose the physics department because of his college entrance examination scores, and he often shows me the poems he wrote. ”

No wonder, Cui Li always has paper and pen in his backpack, so he wants to write down all the inspirations he thinks of so that he can write poems. By the way, since this woman is from the Department of Literature, she should definitely know Professor Jin Baimao. Maybe I can learn a little bit about this professor from this. Thinking about it this way, I should really help Cui Licai.

"Yes, Cui Li usually likes to write poetry, so it's not an exaggeration to say that although his poetry is not as good as half of the Tang Dynasty, it is at least one-fifth." I don't know what kind of courage I had to say that.

"Really? I can't see that he usually likes literature so much, by the way, we often have some public lectures on literature here, and you can come at any time if you are interested. The woman looked happy, "I forgot I haven't introduced myself yet?" My name is Mo Weiwei. Very kind of to know you. ”

"Hello, my name is Cheng Yin." As a courtesy, I also gave my name.

"Cui Li, this is the book you want for poetry appreciation, I still have some things, so I'll leave first." Bye. After Mo Weiwei finished speaking, he turned his head and left.

"Bye-bye." Cui Li waved his right hand.

"What do you worship, is it that people are interested in physics, or are you interested in literature, or are you interested in..."

"Don't say it, enough friends. Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner. Before I could finish speaking, Cui Li took me out of the literature building and walked towards the cafeteria.