Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

When Du Ruohuan rang the door of the office, Deputy Director Yuan was calling with a smile: "Mr. Wu, there must be an explanation for this matter! The press conference for this accident will continue as usual tomorrow morning, and it is troublesome."

He dropped the phone and looked at the door, frowning. "Is there something?"

Du Ruo went to his desk and introduced himself: "Vice Director Yuan, I'm Du Ruo, a member of Prime."

Upon hearing Deputy Director Yuan's eyebrows, his eyebrows were more wrinkled and more impatient: "You come to harass one by one, I am still working?"

"Since all of them are here, why can't we listen to our thoughts in the courtyard?"

"What's the idea?" He slaps the table. "Whatever thoughts come out of death!"

Du Ruo was frightened by him, and said, "That's also everyone's responsibility! Why was it all pushed to him alone? The project failed and ruined the school's reputation in the technology field. All pushed him, saying that he wasn't listening. Discouragement is, of course, simple. But the reputation of the school is important, isn't his future important? He has won so many honors for the school, and now if something happens ... it ruins his future, isn't it too much? "

Deputy Director Yuan was furious: "It was originally he who ventured proudly and didn't listen to dissuasion. I saw that he would not be prosperous, complacent, and no one in sight! You said it was the responsibility of the team. Well, who will come to me in the future and sign the responsibility. , All fired with him! "

Her face was red and white for a while, but she calmed down suddenly: "Deputy Yuan, no one has ever discouraged us."

"what?"

"To be expelled, expel all the professors and associate professors who guide us!" Her chest was undulating, one word at a time. "Each improvement of the project was approved by the professor. They signed the feedback report. The project failed and the vice team No one can get away with death. If you insist on pushing the responsibility on him alone, I ... "She gritted her teeth,

"I will find a reporter and make all the internal records and reports of Prime public. Let everyone see that all the processes are agreed by the team, as well as Professor Zhen Daoming, Professor Liang Wenbang, Professor Yang Changqing, Associate Professor Xu Yuan ... they all agreed. .To finish, let's finish it together. Let all the elite professors and students in the college finish together! "

"You!" He slammed the table and pointed her nose. "They are all your teachers and classmates!"

"I don't care! You can't force him to die! He's so ..." Then she said, her eyes were wet and choked, "So good ... you forced him like this, he never thought of a lawsuit with you .... Deputy Director Yuan, the college can't do this! At the beginning of the test run, he gave the school 20% of the shares without blinking, saying that it should be given to his alma mater. But you, if you win the prize, you will be wiped out. "

Deputy Director Yuan froze, panting darkly.

"I don't know if I can convince you. But ..." She shed tears severely. "Let's put it here. If the school is going to destroy him, I will drag all the professors and students in the school."

When Du Ruo went out of the office, holding on to the wall suddenly, her legs were softened.

After returning to the dormitory, she looked pale and hugged herself in a chair and kept shaking.

He Huanhuan heard it and jumped anxiously: "You are innocent, you are crazy! If your threat is useless, the court insists on punishing him and expels you together? If you do n’t study, do n’t have a future? His family There is a big business succession, how about you? He has a very good future and it's your turn to trade it for yourself! "

"Don't say it!" Du Ruo screamed, crying in fear, hugging her head.

Huanhuan said something, Xia Nan said: "Don't say it! ... With this effort, it would be better to find more people to go to the BBS to post their petitions!"

That night, Du Ruo was afraid, terrified and trembling.

What if she gets fired? How can I go home to see my mother?

She stayed up all night and was nervous until dawn.

When Xia Nan turned on the computer to watch the live broadcast of the school press conference, she shrank on the bed, her fingers were blocking her ears, and her head was buried in the pillow. His violent heartbeat was mixed with hum, covering all sounds outside.

Until she faintly heard:

"... The procedure is normal because of an accident. This is a failure of the entire school and it will learn a lesson."

He Huanhuan screamed in surprise: "Du Ruo! Du Ruo!"

She slightly released her finger and heard a reporter ask: "Will the project stop?"

"It takes a while to observe." The calm voice of the school spokesman came. "There are always heartbreaking failures and frustrations on the road to scientific research. Therefore, success and achievement are particularly rare. I hope young people should not be discouraged and discouraged. , Get up and continue on the road. Alma Mater will always support you. "

Du Ruo's lips were pale and trembling violently, and the tears burst out frantically, but she could not make any sound.

...

The primeno.2 storm has come to an end.

In the first month, there were still many people who were curious about Jingming's whereabouts. But he never showed up.

After more than a month, few people think of him again.

Only Du Ruo still called him every day and fell asleep in the voice of "Sorry, the user you called ..." every day. Still sending him messages, even if the sea is sinking.

She once sent a text message to Ming Yi: "Auntie, please contact Mr. Yan Ruoyu. Maybe Jing Ming will be willing to talk to him."

But Minyi did not reply.

Autumn goes to winter, dead leaves fall.

Jing Ming seems to have disappeared from this world.

And Du Ruo's life finally subsided, teaching buildings, libraries, dormitories, dormitories, no waves, no waves, like the same stagnant water.

As soon as the time passed, the New Year passed.

In January, the cold wave is approaching and heavy snow is flying.

That night, Du Ruo came out of the library, and the sky was still snowing. She lowered her head, wrapped her scarf around her mouth and nose, and walked slowly to the dormitory. The boots stepped on Shirayuki, and shivered.

She walked back quietly all the way, went upstairs, and went up the elevator.

The phone stunned in his pocket, and the message came from He Huanhuan: "Is this Jingming ?!"

Open the picture, there is a person standing under the dead tree outside the dormitory building, tall and thin, black coat, black baseball cap, mask covering his face, shoulders slightly bowed.

It was just the blurred figure in the night, but Du Ruo's heart was suddenly torn.

"Stop, stop!" But the elevator door closed.

She quickly pressed down to the second floor, anxious, and rushed to the elevator and stairwell, rushing upstairs against the crowd.

There was no one under the tree.

Her heart was empty, she ran to the middle of the road and looked around in a panic. Newspaper kiosks, couples, students, buildings ... The building's silhouette flickered like water, without Jingming.

He Huanhuan ran up: "Just when I saw him walking behind you, I didn't recognize—"

"What about people?" Du Ruo shouted. "What about others?"

"Go over there!"

Du Ruo chased after him with madness, his eyes were like those falling into the water, and he ran for people around, not him, not him, not him. She ran to the end of the road without him.

She panicked and turned back: "What about others?"

Huanhuan was also anxious: "I was there just now!"

"Why don't you stop him? Why don't you catch him! Blame you!" Du Ruo sat on the roadside steps and burst into tears.

He Huanhuan was desperate, and hurriedly touched her head: "Don't cry. I'll find it for you, I'll look for it!"

Winter night, snowflakes dance, cold wind is like a knife.

Du Ruo's hands were cold, and he kept dialing the unreachable phone. "Sorry, the user you called ..."

She listened to that voice, crying more and more heartbreaking, her eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth all wrinkled together, crying and bowing her waist, she could no longer stand upright.

That cold winter night, she finally cried out all these sad months.

Behind the tree, the black skinny boy stayed, and eventually turned away and disappeared into the deep winter night.

...

Du Ruo became quieter.

She stayed in the library for longer and longer. Every morning and evening, she went out before the dormitory people got up; she was back at night when everyone was washing.

Just waiting for the final exam to return home. I don't plan to stay in school for the winter vacation. His shadow was everywhere in the school, and Prime's past was everywhere, and she was choking to death.

This day lasted more than two weeks.

One morning when she was reading in the library, she received a text message from Wan Ziang: "Just heard Teacher Liang said, Jing Ming is going abroad today."

Du Ruo suddenly stood still.

In January in Beijing, everything withered.

Outside the car window, the airport highway was grayed out, and the branches were bare, reflecting the vast haze.

Jing Ming leaned on the back seat of the car, and the gray sky outside the window reflected in his black eyes.

Maybe for a moment, remembering the wish of New Year's Eve last year.

But for a year, he had nothing.

And the girl sitting next to him on New Year's Eve ...

Hate himself, too young.

Nothing can be kept, nothing can be protected.

Ming Yi clenched his hand gently, and he did not respond.

Quickly arrived at the airport and stopped at the departure level.

Jing Yuanshan and Ming Yi got out of the car, and driver Chen took his luggage and drove the door to Jing Ming.

Jing Ming remained motionless.

Mingyi: "Jingming, get off."

He sat for a few seconds before getting out of the car. Jingyuanshan pulled his luggage and walked towards the airport.

Jing Ming followed a step or two, stopped abruptly, his face became extremely ugly for a moment, and his chest fluctuated violently. He looked up at his parents, suddenly turned and strode towards the car, but walked away two steps before returning to the airport.

So back and forth, back and forth, as if something was pulling him on both ends.

Juveniles are trapped, unable to advance and retreat, and scorched in pain. His eyes were red, his lips couldn't stop trembling, he grabbed his hair hard, and a painful sobbing overflowed from his teeth.

Ming Yi immediately stepped forward: "Jingming--"

Suddenly, the eighty-eight-six-year-old boy crouched down and cried, hugging his head.

At the gate of the airport, people were coming and going. He ignored it, weeping with his head buried, his thin and thin shoulders trembling and twitching, like a child who had suffered badly.

After two months of depression, this moment finally broke out.

"Jingming ..." Mingyi reached out and touched his hair to soothe, but the next second, she burst into tears, covered her eyes and turned away, sobbing silently.

Jing Yuanshan's eyes were red. He squatted down and patted his son's shoulders: "Don't hate yourself for being young, you will grow up someday. If you fall, you will be sober."

The teenager just cried and shook his head.

"... I really want to meet, I'll let her come to see you?"

The boy froze for a second, shook his head violently, and cried even harder.

Jing Yuanshan looked up, his eyes moist, and sighed.

...

It was freezing cold and the north wind whistled.

Du Ruo was sitting in the empty grandstand, shivering with chill, his cellphone wrapped in his pocket to keep warm, and he didn't know what to fear. Finally, she took out her cell phone and dialed his number.

Hold your breath and wait for two seconds.

"Sorry, the user you called ..."

Her heart sank,

"On the call ..."

Busy? !!

He's calling her!

Du Ruo jumped from her chair, hung up the phone, and waited quietly. One second, two seconds ... but no dialing over there.

She panicked and hurriedly called back.

For more than two months, he finally turned on.

"Beep ... beep ..."

That one is delayed.

She knew that he must be holding a cell phone at this moment.

"Beep ... beep ..." She held her breath.

Answer the phone. The end was extremely quiet and there was no sound.

"Hey?" She tempted.

Quiet and silent.

She whispered, "How are you ...? Okay?"

He still didn't answer.

"You speak!" She choked slightly, almost begging.

It was a few seconds of silence, and he suddenly whispered:

"Chuner."

She trembled: "Huh?"

"Don't come to me," he said hoarsely. "I don't want to see you."

She got it.

The cold wind blew through, and her eyes became red, and she nodded obediently: "Yeah."

"That ..." She cried with a smile, "You sleep well on the plane and forget everything here, just remember your dreams, go there and start again." She Tears lingered, and gently wiped away with a smile, and said, "I wish you a bright future and a happy life."

He was silent: "Du Ruochun."

"Ok?"

On that end, the boy's lips opened, what to say, but in the end, there was only "You, too."

"The future is bright, and my life is happy." He repeated and hung up.

She was too late to say anything, and she was completely dead.

In the parking lot, Jing Yuanshan and Ming Yi waited outside the car, and from time to time they glanced at the Jing Ming in the car through the windshield.

I don't know what was said on the phone, but after putting down the phone, he was quiet as if something had died.

He sat in the car for a long time again, got out of the car, the people were silent, passed by them, pulled the box, and said, "Go away."

...

One week later, Yang Changqing informed Du Ruo that both mIt and Berkeley had offered her an offer.

mIt, Berkeley, one in the east and one in the west.

She picked Berkeley, sealed her heart, and calmed him down.

After the final exam, the winter vacation is here.

When Du Ruo was packing in the dormitory, she accidentally discovered that the book list he had written to her that year, and that hundred yuan. Thinking of that night, she thought he was mean and disgusting. Now thinking of it, I found out how kind he is. Just because she saw her thin clothes, she threw her a bunch of money. That boy clearly has a very soft heart.

But she didn't understand then.

I understand now, but it's too late.

She said goodbye to her roommates. After going home for a while, you have to go abroad. Everyone was sad, but didn't say much, afraid to touch the pain point. There are only blessings left, each of which is precious.

Before leaving school, Du Ruo went to the prime laboratory. The seal was torn, she pushed in the door, and the room was dusty and barren.

Wherever their eyes fell, there were eleven people or laughter or immersed themselves in research.

Today, things are right and wrong.

There was still a youthful spirit in the air, but those people were gone.

On the way, many parents took their children to tour the campus and urged: Work hard, and you will have a bright future when you are admitted to this university.

At this moment, she was standing in the top laboratory of this school, and wondering where their future lies.

Prime, what a wonderful moral meaning, the glory of life, the grand life.

Once, their dreams were brilliant,

But it's like a song sings: Dreams make people feel good, dreams make people cry.

She passed by Jingming's table and accidentally found his notebook—his dream, which he didn't take away.

She packed the book into her bag and accidentally dropped a colored bookmark.

The three-colored Ye Tuo fell on the dusty test bench.

She froze.

It seemed as if I saw that night a year ago. After he walked away, he found that she was missing, and returned strangely to find, but not found, but met the falling leaves.

Taking a deep breath, she collected the leaves restrainedly, collected memories, calmly took the elevator down the stairs, dragged her suitcase, and walked through the winter's withered campus.

But halfway through, the radio suddenly released an ethereal English song. In the cold winter, it was especially desolate.

Until you hear the phrase "sawitinJesus, sawitinSuperman (if you see a miracle, fly in the sky)"

She snapped suddenly, Jingming's cell phone ringing. She couldn't understand it then, but now she can hear it clearly.

"We \ 'rerunningonemptyandleaveitallinyourhands

nowshowmewhatyoudo

I \ 'mlisteningtoyou "

For a moment, time returned to last autumn. She was in his dormitory. Eva ran over and hit her. He saw her interested and gave her a ticket to the Robot Competition VIp.

I ca n’t take it anymore, stunned, memories appear like a slide show, I ca n’t take it anymore.

He played games at the Internet cafe, afraid she was bored, and opened her computer; he thought she would not use the song machine, and gave her songs; he heard that she went to the computer room, bought her a computer; thought she was not full, and gave her Add living expenses; see her thin clothes and think she has no money to spend the winter, give her money; recommend her bibliography, write her course links.

Participate in a debate for her, smash ImU for her, beat her teacher for her, step on balloons for her;

His birthday was all about her favorite dishes, but she was angry with him; his love affair revealed that he ran to her downstairs and waited for her for the first time, and after a few days, they quarreled with bracelets ...

It was her sensitivity and fragility, low self-esteem, and her lack of speed to keep up with him.

But she thought their days were long, thought she was in no hurry, and thought she could take it easy. Who would have thought that fate ended abruptly. There is no chance to say goodbye.

If she had known so early and separated, and if she had known her fate so lightly, she would have worked harder. In this way, even if they are separated now, it will not be so bad. It will not be too late to leave any good memories, so it is scattered.

In the winter when everything is dying, Du Ruo stops under the horn of the campus broadcast, with bare branches above him and a gray sky. She had a heartbreaking pain, but could not shed tears, as if she was no longer qualified to cry.

But all of a sudden, regrets are coming,

She couldn't believe it.

So far, she never said to him personally: Jing Ming, I like you.

He never even called his name once: Jing Ming.

There is no time to tell him: you are such a good person.

You're so good. It's so good that I often regret it. It would be great if I was not so young.

In this way, in such a long time in the future, when I remember you, I will not regret the tears.

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Volume One: Ruo, Spring and Jingming

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Volume II: Ruochun and Jingming

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Six years later.

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