The Cultural Corner of the East Building is a remote part of the experimental primary school, so there are not many people who notice the content of the cultural corner at first, maybe only a few sporadic ones, but after a class of fermentation, the number of students who come to worship the great god gradually began to increase.

After the first class, there were dozens, and by the second class, there were hundreds, three layers inside and three layers outside, and the tall ones stood on tiptoe and squeezed forward, but they could only look at the countless backs of their heads in front of them in despair.

Such scenes often appear at the airport where fans pick up idols, or at sales conferences, music festivals, concerts, book signings, etc. It should not appear in this cultural corner that was born only for formalism.

Coincidentally, after the second class was the flag-raising ceremony, the incomparably familiar melody of the "March" echoed through the campus, according to the custom, each class had to assemble a team in five minutes, and in front of the flagpole should be lined up of students, wearing bright red scarves on their chests.

But today's queue was visibly lacking, and the dean's face instantly became cold, and the principal beside him frowned dissatisfied.

It is not difficult to find out where the students are going, and the director of teaching asked the answer in three or two sentences, and he carried a thermos cup to the cultural corner, scolding this group of children for not being sensible and not raising the flag here, and the students in the back row ran a few, but the crowd was not loose.

If it is one or two children, he will be afraid of being said a few words, but the so-called three people have become tigers and have gathered into a large group, and they don't bird him at all.

"It's... Isn't this the blackboard newspaper of our class? Who did it, it's awesome! ”

"Why are you so sad after reading it? It's so sad. ”

"Stay away, don't rub it off!"

"Let me see!"

The noisy crowd sprinted through the middle of the dean's efforts, and when he walked to the blackboard, he was also stunned for several seconds when he saw the contents on it.

"No wonder..."

In the third class, the head teacher Zhu Ziqian walked into the classroom of the second class of the fourth grade, the chaotic classroom instantly quieted down, she looked around the classroom, and finally her eyes stayed on Jiang Yulu.

"Jiang Yulu, who made the blackboard newspaper in our class last week?"

Jiang Yulu, who was named, stood up, and the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably.

"It's Yu Yu."

Hearing this name, the expression on Zhu Ziqian's face changed and changed, and Jiang Yulu saw it in her eyes, feeling a kind of comfort that she had revenge.

Hmph, teacher, is this the good student you make us learn? It seems like that's all there is to it.

However, Zhu Ziqian's next sentence surprised her, "This issue of the board newspaper is very good, just now at the meeting, the principal personally selected our class as this week's civilized class, I hope that the students can be on par with Yu Yu in the future, and strive to win glory for the class in all aspects." ”

The class applauded thunderously, mixed with applause, and the students twisted their heads and searched for a long time before they found Yu Yu, who had half of his head hidden under the table.

Although he didn't mention it, in fact, in the hearts of every student, he took the class honor very seriously, but no one thought that the transfer student, who was incompatible with everyone, would quietly bring such a big gift to the class.

"How many weeks have our class taken a civilization class?"

"Thanks to Yu Yu this time..."

"Is it actually Yu Yu's doing? I went to see it with Li Fang after class just now, and it was very beautiful! ”

Yu Yu, who was promoted from a small transparent person in the class to a heroic figure for a while, felt quite uncomfortable, and buried his head in the table with a blushing face.

Xu Cheng looked at this scene with a smile, inexplicably thinking that the ostrich would bury its head in the ground when it was afraid, so it seemed particularly funny to look at Yu Yu next to him.

The only thing that feels like something is wrong is Jiang Yulu, why does it feel that the development of the plot is completely different from the script I wrote? Is there something wrong?

However, what is even more surprising is still to come, when Zhu Ziqian asked in surprise whether Yu Yu did it alone, Yu Yu, who has always been silent, suddenly stood up and shook his head very hard.

Her frightened voice was trembling, her hands were clenched into fists, and she seemed to be about to use all her strength in just a few words, "It was painted by Xu Cheng, I wrote..."

The sound is subtle, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

The eyes of the classroom all looked at the "he" that Yu Yu said at once, and Xu Cheng just sat in his seat calmly, as if nothing happened.

There was a burst of restlessness in the class again, only Li Qiuyang had an expression that Lao Tzu had expected a long time ago, the ordinary boy who was usually amiable in the class and had average grades, as soon as he made a move, he was amazingly talented.

Jiang Yulu waited until the end of class like a pins and needles, she wanted to see in person what happened, and what great works did the revenge of her little girl's mind inadvertently contribute?

The bell for the end of class had just sounded, and in front of the cultural corner, it was almost a battle for the whole school to observe.

As she struggled through the crowd, she finally waited until the head in front of her moved away, and in the middle of the black crack, a magnificent picture suddenly emerged.

Serenity, depth, pathos, and loneliness evoke the May breeze blowing across the lake, the whales singing in the depths of the sea, and the cosmic starry sky.

In the push of the crowd, Jiang Yulu couldn't help but take a few steps forward, her vision became clearer, and the whole picture of the board newspaper was finally unobstructed...

It was a big fish swimming in the blue ocean.

In an instant, Jiang Yulu only felt as if there was an electric current spreading from the limbs on her back all the way to the top of her brain, and the sensation of numbness exploded from the center of her scalp, accompanied by the strong impact of the big fish in front of her, and spread to her head like dense ripples.

It was like a huge wave rising thousands of feet high that engulfed her, and she sank into the deep blue ocean, and then the big fish that almost spanned the entire blackboard really came to life, and in front of that huge body, it felt its own insignificance for the first moment, but it didn't care, just swam in the deep water at a speed of thousands of miles, singing the whale song that belonged to it.

If the picture gives life to this poster, then the content on it really gives it a soul, and Juanxiu's colorful handwriting is like a preface to this lonely sea.

"A well-known Zen monk asked, "What is the applause of one hand?"

The answer is: it can resonate with "52 hertz". ”

"In 1992, a whale with a strange call was detected in the waters of the northern part of the Great Plains."

"Some people poetically call the sound of whales whale songs, which is a way for whales to connect and communicate with each other."

"The average whale produces a sound frequency between 15 and 40 Hz, but this whale has a sound frequency of 52 Hz, hence the name 52 Hz whale, also known as Alice."

For more than 20 years, Alice has never been in the company of other whales, swimming alone in the endless ocean. Because it is the only whale in the world that sings at this frequency, other whales cannot understand or even hear the sound it makes. ”

"It's the loneliest whale in the world."

Jiang Yulu's chest continued to rise and fall, and her pupils vibrated violently, like countless people, under the impact of this picture like a tsunami, she also seemed to have turned into that lonely whale, seeing herself who was not understood at a certain moment.

Every child has been lonely, and how can there be a lack of lonely moments in the future?

Eating a buffet alone, when you come back from picking up the food, you find that the plate has been taken away by the waiter, you go to buy a drink alone, but you encounter the second cup at half price, you go to the car alone, you have to drag your luggage to the toilet, and even watch Makoto Shinkai's movie alone, and you see the journey of Lingya from your name...

Alice, who sings a 52 hertz whale song in the deep sea, allows everyone to see the loneliness in her heart.

Childhood will go away with songs, and the spring of 02 will eventually become a bubble in the memories of countless people.

Many years later, when the students of the experimental primary school have already changed batch after batch, those who have graduated for many years and have been in all corners of the society, recalling their childhood, will always think of the big fish swimming in the cultural corner.

Jiang Yulu would be amused by her childish behavior.

And Yu Yuhui will always remember the rainy season with the fragrance of peach blossoms, and a figure fell from the sky and redeemed himself.

That memory is deeply engraved in the best of times, and the resilience of the whale named Alice also inspires every lonely heart.

A few days later.

"Legend has it that Aquaman wanted to submerge the continent, and the whale made a deal with Aquaman in order to save mankind, and was willing to use his life of loneliness to give up a few pieces of land to humans, so the whale's voice is lonely."

"Where do you see so many stories?"

Lin Wancongee took the tissue Xu Cheng handed her and wiped the corners of her eyes, "Xu Cheng, can you not let Alice be so lonely, every time I think about it, I feel so sad and sad." ”

Xu Cheng was stunned, "Uh, I don't have that ability, but..."

He stood up, thinking back to the fragments of memories from the future.

"Maybe one day, the same 52 Hz whale song can be caught in the ocean, maybe Alice will teach her song to other whales, maybe it will really stop being lonely..."