History can be changed, but the power to change is in the hands of God, only God can change history, and you can even think that God will play with history and make drastic and unbearable changes in the way of life for many people.

I sat in my dorm room, looking through past poems and my most cherished books, including Borges's "Babylonian Lottery."

In that book, a collection of Borges's weirdest and most incomprehensible novels, I fell in love with this Latin American writer who spent his life in the library and didn't ask about the world's mundane things.

As I watched Borges's novels, I tried to breathe as smoothly as I could, waiting for my classmates upstairs to return to their dorms in frustration and scold their mothers, complaining or speculating about the unfairness of the vote and the lack of luck.

Sydney is the winner, I'll wait.

I had been listening to the news upstairs, but I didn't notice that a girl was already standing at the door of our dormitory, peering into our dormitory without a sound.

By the time I noticed the small girl, she had already made a symbolic knock on the door, and then walked into our dormitory, looking at me with an inquiring eye.

Seeing her round eyes, which were obviously bigger because of the thinning of her cheeks, I suddenly remembered that this girl was not the "paparazzi" of the school radio station who was doing interviews in the background.

"You're Zhou Xu." The girl asked softly.

"You, you're a reporter at the school radio station?"

I smiled at her as amiably as I could.

"Well, yes, you've seen me." She smiled at me politely and a little shyly.

"Are you here to do a follow-up interview with me?" I joked.

The girl smiled shyly again: "No, I'm helping Stationmaster Zheng to ask you for a manuscript." ”

To be honest, although this little girl looked serious and did not look very good, the appropriate shy smile that appeared on her cheeks suddenly filled her with soft femininity, and she did not look like a new child.

"Oh, the draft?" I asked.

To be honest, I haven't seen Li Xiang and Zheng Ying for a long time, how can I suddenly say that I want to ask for a manuscript now.

"Our radio station has a trendy poetry soundtrack column, and I want to ask you for some poems, not too long, just shorter, and finally love poems."

She had been standing two feet away from me, and had no intention of sitting down on any of the chairs.

I shook my head and said, "I haven't written a poem for a long time, and I've almost forgotten how it was written." By the way, sit down. Do you want to drink Coke?"

"No, well, just three short poems. Previous, too. She still stood there, her smile still very gentle and patient.

I suddenly felt a strange feeling of how this girl's smile could be so familiar and kind, like a loved one from a long time ago.

"Okay, you sit down, I'll find three songs for you to see right away, and if it's good, just take it away."

As I spoke, I began to rummage through the drawer, and the girl finally sat down, sitting in the chair across from her, her eyes constantly looking at me.

"Oh," I looked up at her suddenly, "I haven't asked you what your name is." ”

The girl burst out laughing and said, "I'm also nonsense, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Chen Hong, a second-year student in the Department of Journalism." ”

"Oh, long and long."

"You're welcome."

Then I buried my head in looking for my previous manuscript, and at this moment, a string of classmates walked in from the door of the dormitory, and the students in this dormitory came back silently, in contrast to when they ran upstairs with joy, all of them were dejected, and they didn't need to ask to know that history had not reversed at this moment.

Shen Hongtao was still muttering there: "It's really weird, how can it be Sydney." ”

He walked into the dormitory with his head down, and walked to his own desk, only to realize that there was a girl sitting in his chair. Then the classmates in the dormitory all looked at Chen Hong with abnormal eyes, and then looked at me.

"This is Chen Hong, a reporter from the school's radio station, from the Department of Journalism, who came to me today to ask for a manuscript."

I smiled lightly at Shen Hongtao to show that this was not a new affair.

And Chen Hong also stood up at the right time and said generously to squad leader Shen: "I'm sorry, I took your seat." ”

Squad Leader Shen hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you can sit down." With that, he slipped into his bed. I guess he's not in a good mood today.

Gu Xin said: "Hey, Zhou Xu, you didn't watch TV just now." ”

"Hmm."

"I'll tell you, it's a pity, it's just a little bit short, guess how many votes are missing?" Gu Xin hurriedly asked again.

"I don't know." I said calmly.

"It's just two votes! Alas, I don't know which two countries voted for it. Gu Xin said excitedly.

"Two votes short? That is, the two countries have not done it. "I'm still calm.

Chen Hong was also very calm, she was still sitting in the seat of the Shen squad leader, and I didn't seem to be interested in it at all, but she kept looking at me, and I felt furious in my heart, thinking that my face was not blooming.

Gu Xin became excited again: "Alas, I said Zhou Xu, you seem to have known the result for a long time, don't you think it's a pity?"

I said, "It's a pity, of course it's a pity, but how do I know the result, I'm not a god." ”

"Oh, by the way, Chen Hong, can you take a look at these two poems?" As I spoke, I handed over the manuscript of the poem I had just found to Chen Hong.

Gu Xin looked at me, took a breath, and said to himself: "I think you are like a fairy, alas, I knew that I wouldn't look at it if I was so depressed." ”

Chen Hong glanced at the manuscript of the poem and said, "Okay, it's good, then I'll take it." Well, there's no manuscript fee. ”

I said it's okay, I ask for fame, not money.

Chen Hong giggled, and this untimely laugh quickly made the boys in the dormitory glare at her. So Chen Hong covered her mouth with three fingers, winked at me mischievously, and said that she would leave first.

To be honest, I really have a weird feeling in my heart, I feel that Chen Hong's expression and smile, as well as the action of covering her mouth and laughing at the end are a little familiar, but when and where I saw it, I can't remember.

As soon as Chen Hong left, Jin Puguang, who he hadn't seen for a long time, flashed in, and sighed like a squad leader: "What the hell, it's just two votes short." ”

Apparently he also went to watch TV, and his fourth-grade internship unit was written about the school's Youth League Committee, but in fact he was still taking care of Wenxin Bookstore.

When Jin Puguang saw me, he sighed again and said, "Zhou Xu, you haven't been back to the bedroom for a long time." I was about to tell you, I wanted to close the bookstore, or transfer it. ”