We all looked back, and then we remembered that Chen Qili was also at the dinner table, but because he had been eating quietly in front of him, we almost forgot about his existence.

It wasn't until I said that Zhao Xiaoxuan should not be nostalgic for us that Chen Qili hurriedly raised his head and said, "It's not good." The tone was very firm.

We looked at him, and he blushed again and said, "It's us who are obsessed with her." ”

Strange, strange, Chen Qili's speed and content of his speech increased instantly, and even such technical words as "we are nostalgic for her" can be said.

I noticed that Chen Qili's eyes on Xiao Xuan seemed to be different from usual, while Zhao Xiaoxuan's eyes on him were completely confused and puzzled.

After the start of the school year in September, the students in the school will meet and talk about the Olympic bid, which can really be said to be the enthusiasm of the whole people to look forward to the Olympics. The students of the Department of Journalism also held a signature campaign for the Olympic bid, calling on students and teachers to sign a huge five-star red flag to express their hope for the success of the Olympic bid, and their goal was to collect 10,000 signatures, almost all the students in the school.

Although she was also a journalism student, she didn't seem to show fanatical patriotic fervor, and she now looked more and more like a spoiled little girl, asking me to accompany me to the movies or to the library all day long.

The most amazing thing is that she is also keen to let me accompany me to visit museums, all kinds of museums she loves to visit, once she also checked in the library for a long time, and found out the museums in the province and Jiangsu and Shanghai, and formulated a plan to travel around the three provincial museums, and finally this plan even extended to various memorials.

Bao Lina is sometimes like a mystery, delicate and mysterious appear in her at the same time, and from time to time she comes out with a little innocent and playful childishness.

Reading her novels, however, is a different kind of thing entirely, she likes to write Borgesian weird novels, and she admires Edgar Allan Poe, and her imaginary world is fatalistic and weird, full of unknowable and absurd opportunities. I believe that in 2009, she might not be able to become the leading female fantasy writer.

In the middle of September, the good news came from Zhou Tenglan in Beijing that the "Future Dream Action" had received initial approval from the Youth Development Foundation, but it was obviously unrealistic to hold a press conference in the Great Hall of the People. However, as long as there is the recognition of the Youth Development Foundation and the fact that they can provide honorary certificates and the like, we can confidently and boldly do news and publicity, and in the words of later generations, it can be hyped.

Zeng Yongshan recently sent a pack of balloons printed with "Come on, Beijing" on all the packaging of the Black General's six, and since we applied the buy one get one free move to the additional packaging, he has become addicted to this trick, and he will change a batch of promotional gifts every other month. I remembered that KFC often did this later, but I didn't expect Zeng Yongshan to come up with a lot of gadgets to please children.

To be honest, Zeng Yongshan is really smart, and under his superficial honesty, he still has a shrewd and capable heart.

Since he successfully got a loan of 5 million from the bank at the beginning of September, he is in a good mood these days, and he has paid all the long-owed advertising fees with a stroke of a large pen.

That night, Bao Lina and I were sitting in front of the TV, as if waiting to watch the Spring Festival Gala sketch, with excited heartstrings, waiting for the children's cartoon to be broadcast at half past six.

In the interval between the broadcast of the cartoon, we finally saw the TV commercial of the black general, the popular advertising elements of that era are reflected in the film, nothing more than a boy holding a bottle of black general black rice juice, when he saw his classmates, he shouted "hello", and then a group of children jumped up and down as the back, standing in front of a "medical expert" as a witness, proving that the black rice juice nutrition is comprehensive and suitable for all ages.

Finally, the boy led a group of children with black rice juice in their hands and shouted happily to the TV audience, "Hey, hello!"

I silently said "Hey hello" to the boy, that is, to my son, in the bottom of my heart.

You okay? You live in this world, but you don't know me anymore. Child, this is my fate, and I am powerless to change it.

I looked sadly at my son, who was smiling happily on the TV screen, and felt only that his head began to ache.

Bao Lina looked at me differently, so she touched my face and said, "What's wrong with you, this is your creative advertising film, but you don't seem to be happy at all." ”

I smiled at her reluctantly and said, "I'm fine, just staring at the screen just now, my eyes are a little uncomfortable, and my head hurts a little, just close my eyes and rest." ”

Bao Lina flashed her big beautiful eyes and said, "Then you can watch TV for a while, and then watch out the window for a while, and it will be better." ”

I said no, I'll watch TV for a while, and then watch it for a while, and you can enjoy your eyes.

"Hmph, pat on the back."

"It's true, I love watching you. Looking at you and thinking that you belong to me already, I am happy. No matter how much the world changes, you will always belong to me. ”

I whispered softly, and couldn't help but hug Bao Lina's tiny head and stroke her long black hair.

"I like to see you too." Bao Lina tilted her head and said, "You look very handsome from this point of view." ”

She smiled and looked at me from the side.

"You've got the best chin and ------ big nose."

As she spoke, she tapped the tip of my nose with her thin fingers.

I pinched her fingers, put them to my lips, and kissed them, a special fragrance permeating my lips.

Bao Lina's face was red, her breath was short, and her eyes flashed with fiery love. Suddenly she put her arms around my head and kissed me on the lips fervently, refusing to let go of her hand for a long time.

After a long time, she let go of me and said in a low voice: "I will always belong to you, even if you encounter any painful things, you can tell me, I will be by your side, listen to you, and then we can find a way to solve it together." ”

"There is no river in the world that cannot be crossed." Bao Lina said again, as if she was pointing.

I smiled wryly and said, "Yes, there is no river in the world that cannot be crossed, unless it is a river that God has created for you." ”

Bao Lina looked at me and said, "What's wrong with you, Zhou Xu, I'm so sad that you're like this." I'm sad to death, and I feel sorry for you. ”

As she spoke, she buried her head in my arms.

At the end of September, one afternoon, when it was about to eat, all the students in the dormitory suddenly ran upstairs to the TV room. The hallways of the dorm building were full of students shouting, "It's time to vote, it's time to vote!"

I had been packing up my poems and books in my dormitory, and I was going to move to the Bao Mansion and never live here again, but anyway, this semester has already started my internship, so students don't have to live on campus at all.

As soon as I heard such a loud voice, I knew that it must be the Olympic bid.

But I don't have to watch any TV, history is already predestined, and I know the result if I don't watch it.

In between, though, I felt a sense of fear that I had already experienced this history, and now all the people did not know the outcome of history, only I knew it, and it was as if I was dreaming, or they were collectively dreaming, and I had become an anomaly.

That's fate. In more than ten minutes, everyone will know the result of the failed bid, and before that, I sat here blankly, insensitively waiting for the result to come sooner.

Unless, I said to myself, in my heart, unless history changes dramatically again.