The next day, film school.
In the physical fitness classroom, soft and rhythmic music filled the entire space. Wen Liang, who was wearing a physical fitness suit, took off the hair tie on her wrist, pulled up her hair with both hands, and neatly tied herself into a bun. Then, She put her right foot on the crossbar, straightened her toes, and raised her left hand in an arc above her head, like a proud swan.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, her upper body was pressed down little by little until the alluring curves and straight thighs completely fit and separated, rising and falling with the rhythm of the music, again and again.
This is a physical class. Since the teacher hasn't arrived yet, the students who arrived first are warming up as usual.
On the side, a girl was sitting on the ground, her legs spread against the wall. Due to the hard ligaments, the gap between her legs and the wall was large, and it could only form an awkward V shape. She looked at Wen Liang with envy. said:
"Ah Liang, I really envy you for being so flexible. Every time I take a physical fitness class now, I feel like hell."
The four basics of performance are voice, stage, shape and appearance. The physical class may not be as rigorous as the dance major, but it is still a very important part for these freshman students. After all, the older they are, the more The more difficult it is to stretch and shape the body, and when they took the art exam, the interviewing teacher would also propose basic test movements such as lowering the waist and doing the splits to observe the students' physical fitness. Therefore, the control of the limbs is A foundation that every performing student must possess.
"Don't be envious, you will be able to do it soon."
Wen Liang maintained her sideways leg press. Thanks to her father who runs a boxing gym, she has been good at body shape since she was a child. Even though there is a big difference between martial arts and dance, she has an innate advantage in terms of stretching ligaments. .
The girl sitting on the ground gritted her teeth. In order to relieve the pain caused by her thigh ligaments, she couldn't help but ask a gossip, "By the way, Liang, when will Director He be discharged from the hospital?"
"It's coming soon. It's only been the past two days. I went to see him during the National Day holiday. He should be almost recovered."
Thinking of meeting He Tianran again soon, a smile appeared on Wen Liang's face.
Due to a fight and hospitalization, He Tianran lost her qualification as a freshman representative and was unable to speak on stage with her on the school anniversary, which made the girl's friends feel regretful.
"It seems that you will be very happy when you mention Director He, Liang. You wanted to hide it from us during the military training, and we wouldn't talk nonsense. Look, now that you've gotten used to it, you can't hide it at all. !”
The girl on the ground joked, and Wen Liang blushed. This was of course different from that time. Now that He Tianran and Cao Aiqing broke up, even though the words he said in the hospital were very ruthless, he still felt sorry for Cao Aiqing in his heart. The damage caused is painful, but from Wen Liang's point of view, everything is developing in a direction that is good for him.
Their worlds overlap again, everything will move on, and everything will be fine!
The more Wen Liang thought about it, the more excited she became. She looked sideways at the other person sitting on the ground, her legs gradually bent and retreated, and she said maliciously:
"Why do your legs keep shrinking outward the more you talk? This is not okay~"
The girl raised her head and said pitifully: "I hurt..."
"That's not possible. Isn't this practice in vain? I'm here to help you!"
Wen Liang put down his right foot on the crossbar, walked behind the opponent, put the toes of his dancing shoes on the top of the opponent's tailbone, pushed in little by little with a little force.
The stretching of the ligaments made the girl on the ground take a breath of cold air. Seeing that the fit between her legs and the wall was slowly getting closer with the help of warmth and coolness, although she was grateful, she still couldn't help shouting: "It hurts... …”
"You have to endure the pain. This is a process we all have to go through."
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At the same time, Hong Kong City University.
"I wonder how everyone spent the National Day holiday. Did you gain happiness or have any unusual experiences? Now that the holiday is over, your work and rest have returned to normal. I hope you can quickly return to your study state and live every day in school well. one day……"
The season has turned into autumn, and the sun is warm and pleasant. Students from the University of Hong Kong are walking slowly or hurriedly on the campus full of morning light. Their whole bodies seem to be covered with a circle of golden light. If they look from under the leaves of the locust trees on the roadside, , go to the east and count the rays of sunlight leaking through, and you can naturally feel the very feeling of autumn.
The female voice on the morning broadcast has a gentle voice, like warm wind blowing in the ears, which makes people feel comfortable.
During the broadcast, the male anchor began to speak naturally: "Speaking of the National Day holiday, during the National Day holiday, I went to Universal Amusement City with a few friends. As you all know, that place was just completed a while ago. You can see a lot of people online. We all went to check in. The facilities inside were fun, but unfortunately there were too many people. At the end of the day, we didn’t get to play much, and we just had to queue up.”
The female voice laughed and said: "If you want to go to a place like this, it's better not to go during the holidays, but think about it, I probably don't have this time in normal times."
The male voice joked: "Yes, but you still have to choose someone. Think about it if you go with someone like Ai Qing, even if you don't play any sports, I'm afraid you won't have any complaints just waiting in line. But just now the schoolmate also said that she doesn't have time. The reasons for rejecting people are all laid out in advance, hahaha, how about it, junior sister, did you have any interesting things happen during the National Day holiday that you can share with everyone?"
After a pause on the radio, Cao Aiqing said in an orderly manner: "Originally, there was a plan, but some changes occurred during the period, and the plan did not come true, so I could only spend it with my parents, but this is also good. I can’t say anything interesting...but one meaningful thing did happen.”
"What is it?"
"Farewell. During the long vacation, I said goodbye to a... very good friend. I used to be a person who didn't like parting very much, but now I have grown up and found that I really should learn to accept the occurrence of some things, so This matter is quite meaningful to me.”
"Hahaha, schoolgirls are really emotional people, but don't we always spend our lives in farewell? After graduating from junior high school, graduating from high school, and even now going to college, some classmates from other places also say goodbye to their hometowns. Parents, I came to HKU to study. I think parting should not be sad, but also to meet each other better, right?"
"Yes, if we meet again next time, I think we will both become better..."
"That's right!"
On the radio, the girl's voice faded and the music began to play.
What charm can there be in death if everyone meets everyone after death? If a road is rejected and a road overlaps, then meeting will be worth saying goodbye seriously.
Lingering, dancing and spreading.
If you don’t want to separate the first half of your life from the second half, then agreeing to your departure is just a joke. If the choice is between you and me and me and her, then what scope is there to argue about the choice?
Crush, burn, fly.
Your crumpled paper is my ideal of green mountains and clear waters, and who am I tormenting like a bowl of candy lingering around my fingers?
Mountains and rivers are broken, sugar water is burnt, you won’t.
Your plan is your ups and downs, and my drinking is my long calm tension.
When the clouds disperse and the rain dries, the wind blows and the waves hit, I am absolutely.
If everyone meets everyone after death, what danger is there in separation? If rejecting one path overlaps with another, then the goodbye is just a self-centered discussion.
You go, we wait, immortal...
In the sound of music, the classmates only heard Cao Aiqing's expectations for the matter of "separation", but only she could hear the second half of the sentence silently uttered in her heart -
There are always some people who don't look forward to seeing each other again.
Because, they already have the best.
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On the stone steps leading to Chuanling Temple, He Tianran looked back blankly, but there was no one behind him.
He felt lost, and his ears seemed to still be lingering with the words that a girl once said to him on this everlasting mountain road that wound upwards -
"Don't worry, I will always be behind you and you won't get lost. You can see me when you look back..."
At that time, he was feeling sad for a person whom he could not find; now, he had found what he had lost, but the person who had been following him had finally lost him.
Gain and loss often happen at the same time.
Feelings are sometimes a double-edged sword, protecting one but hurting the other. I want to find a relief in love, but after all, love is not a person's business. It's not what you say, and it's not what you say. It goes through thousands of times in my heart, and who can realize that "it doesn't live up to it"? Woolen cloth?
They talk about how to have both ends of the world, but the sentence that follows immediately seems to be just an excuse imposed after a lot of struggles.
"Dong~dong~dong~"
The bells from the Buddhist temple interrupted his thoughts. The man looked up at the ancient temple on the top of the mountain and stepped upward.
Perhaps because it was just after National Day, there were not many pilgrims in Chuanling Temple. Wang Ma and Uncle Hu went to the Guanyin Hall to offer incense, but He Tianran found an excuse and left to go to the Ksitigarbha Hall alone.
The front entrance of Ksitigarbha Hall was deserted, with weather-beaten green tiles and faded brown-yellow walls reflecting the autumn mid-mountain. As soon as He Tianran walked here, a scent of incense unique to the temple poured into his nostrils. He stood outside the temple and looked in, only to see that there was nothing else in the temple except a majestic Ksitigarbha sitting in the center. He looked around again, only a young monk was left outside cleaning the leaves on the ground in front of the court.
He Tianran hesitated for a moment, then walked forward and asked:
"Little master, is the mage from Ksitigarbha Hall here?"
When the young monk heard this, he stopped moving his hands. He turned his head and looked at He Tianran. He saw that the other person's right hand was wrapped in gauze and hanging on his chest. His appearance was somewhat familiar. He thought for a while, clasped his hands together and said:
"Donor, have you ever asked the young monk this question before?"
He Tianran was stunned, and then he remembered that he had indeed met a young monk here during the summer vacation a few months ago, but his appearance was blurry.
He said uncertainly: "It should be so. I did come here not long ago."
"Is the donor's surname He?"
"That's right."
The little monk said happily: "That's it!"
Up and down the mountain, in and out of the mortal world, He Tianran saw so many strange faces every day, and the young monk had been staying in the temple to practice, so it was natural for him to remember a pilgrim who came specially to Ksitigarbha Hall.
"After the donor came last time, Master came back and told me that if I meet the donor again, I will have something to give to you. Please wait a moment, donor."
Saying that, the little monk put down his broom and ran into the Buddhist hall happily. He Tianran was stunned in place and didn't understand what was going on. However, after a while, the little monk ran out again, holding something in his hand. handed it to him.
He Tianran took it and took a look. It was a Buddhist scripture called "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra". It was a thin book with a brand new cover. It looked like it had rarely been turned over. It was really nothing special.
"The mage gave it to me?"
"Yes!" The little monk nodded solemnly.
He Tianran opened a page of the Buddhist scriptures at random, and suddenly saw this sentence, which suddenly broke into his eyes:
"If there are sentient beings who pretend to be ascetics and have a non-ascetic mind, who wear their white robes in vain, who violate the precepts, and who do all kinds of evil, they will fall into the endless hell for thousands of billions of kalpas, with no hope of escape."
Since she has kept the precepts, she has become a cultivator. He Tianran was shocked when she remembered that Wen Liang had told her about the three precepts she kept.
At the moment, the content of the scripture that He Tianran is reading is the section "The Third Destiny of the Audience's Karma". This section details the various cruel scenes of the endless hell and the tragic fate of those who create karma. The words permeate between the lines. The eerie and terrifying sight made him shudder and break into a cold sweat.
He did not study Buddhism, so the words in these Buddhist scriptures had not been interpreted by scriptures, so he could only understand them literally. He did not dare to speculate too deeply. He continued to turn back, and suddenly two pages of paper appeared from It broke away from the Buddhist scriptures and gently floated to the ground.
These two pages of thin paper must have been deliberately sandwiched in the Buddhist scriptures earlier. He Tianran knelt down and picked them up, and found that they turned out to be two cut newspaper clippings.
The contents of the newspaper are clearly visible, and the first clipping is an entertainment news——
"The film "My Thoughts Are Far Away" written and directed by young director ○○ recently won the Palme d'Or Best Film at this year's Cannes International Film Festival!
The film tells the story of how a young man whose destiny was changed by campus bullying on the eve of the college entrance examination sought redemption and transformed on a gloomy road.
The film is adapted from the director's real experiences as a boy. It takes a different approach in terms of subject matter. It does not recall the beauty of youth through the eyes of those who have experienced it, but faces the pain and helplessness of youth, bringing the topic of campus bullying into the public eye. In the tense narrative rhythm, Next, the movie tries to tell a good story while trying to arouse the audience's attention and thinking.
It is precisely the positive intervention in real life that makes the film break out of the small joys and sorrows pattern of "young people don't know what it's like to feel sad, and forcefully talk about it in order to compose new lyrics", giving youth-themed movies a certain amount of realistic concern..."
He Tianran frowned. The Cannes International Film Festival is one of the most influential and top film festivals in the world. As a film school student, he naturally paid more attention to it. However, this year's film festival has ended long ago. The award-winning films There is no such thing as "I'm Thinking Far Away" in the works!
If a Chinese-language film won the Palme d'Or, then film students like them would go crazy and there would be no way they would be unimpressed...
Moreover, the name of the director of this film and the year of the award were deliberately blacked out. Could it be a prank?
He Tianran looked at the movie title "I have something to think about far away" and felt inexplicably familiar in his heart. He remembered the book he had written in another timeline called "Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them". Although these two poems have different origins, they fit together unexpectedly...
My thoughts are far away, and I have picked up all the cold branches and refused to rest on them.
He Tianran shook his head. He vaguely realized that this newspaper clipping might come from the Yuan Future that Wen Liang mentioned at the beginning, but he had no specific clue yet and could only turn his attention to the content of another newspaper.
The second newspaper published a brief piece of people's livelihood news——
"Recently, in a community in Jiangnan District, Hong Kong City, due to an inappropriate relationship with the future mother-in-law, the unmarried daughter-in-law committed suicide by taking medicine!
When the rescuers arrived after hearing the news, the woman Xiaoqing (pseudonym) had lost her vital signs. As for the reason that led Xiaoqing to do such a move, according to insiders, her boyfriend’s mother accused Xiaoqing of having problems with his style in school days and in recent days. The plot of a popular movie was too similar, which triggered a fierce quarrel between the two. Xiaoqing had been diagnosed with moderate depression earlier. She and her boyfriend were scheduled to hold a wedding next month. Now her mother-in-law has added fuel to the fire, leading to a dispute. What a tragedy. "
The cold words in the newspaper made He Tianran's mind wander, and his mind was buzzing. His eyes were wide open, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were trembling slightly.
"Congratulations, donor...Master also asked me to convey a sentence orally..."
The young monk saw He Tianran's expression suddenly changed and his expression was extremely sad, so he couldn't help but become cautious when speaking.
He Tianran's head was raised inch by inch as if it was rusty, his eyes were looking at each other with difficulty, and he could no longer utter a word...
The little monk pursed his lips, swallowed, clasped his hands and said, "He asked the donor...what year is this evening?"
"W-what?"
He Tianran's eyes were distracted and he responded dully.
"What year is it today?"
The young monk repeated.
He Tianran's mind was in chaos. No one had ever asked him this question. In real life, he had never paid attention to this issue. He took out his mobile phone to confirm the year, but the screen of the mobile phone was shattered due to a fight. Only the month and date are partially displayed on the interface.
"...Today is October 10th, and this year is...the Year of the Ox."
"Donor Gui Geng?"
"……eighteen."
"What year was it eighteen years ago?"
"...I, I am a post-00s generation."
"Is it 0102 or 0304? Is it 2100 or 1900?"
He Tianran's lips opened slightly. The words to this simple question were on his lips, but he couldn't answer it no matter what.
He remembered one thing. No one in this world had ever asked him which year it was.
The number of the year, in this world, does not have any details.
(End of chapter)
