Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

This day seems to be extremely long.

Even if Jiehai is an optimist, he can only listen to the lecture like a puppet with a calm face, go to the cafeteria for lunch like a wandering spirit, and then return to the classroom to continue turning into a statue, ignoring the spreaders of the gossip around him. He silently endured such suffering, and finally waited until school was over. He immediately picked up his schoolbag and almost posted it behind the teacher. The first one to get out of the classroom, leaving the room full of stunned students who had no time to react.

He ran all the way, sprinting at a speed of 100 meters, and quickly leaped down the stairs, almost falling on the way. Not even a minute passed after the bell rang, and Jie Hai stood on the ground floor of the building. He leaned against the wall and took a few breaths before running straight to the gate of the college.

But before he ran across the small square in front of the building, he saw from a distance a row of newspaper reporters wearing gray windbreakers with handheld recorders squeezed outside the gate. The old door guard was guarding the door, his face was so tight that he wouldn't let these flies have any chance to get into the college.

Why so many people... won't they come to me too... Jie Hai stopped in the square and gulped nervously. He was still thinking about what to do when the old man's hoarse voice came from a distance.

"Anan! Anan!" The old guard saw Jie Hai's figure and waved to him quickly, calling out an inexplicable name.

Call me? Jie Hai stared blankly at the old man's gesture, suddenly understood, took a deep breath and ran to the gate quickly.

"Grandpa!" He yelled simply, his eyes swept over the group of reporters who were staring at him.

"School is over, help Grandpa go to the old place to buy a bottle of wine." The old guard smiled and patted his shoulder, winking without showing a trace.

"Hey! I'm going now..." Jie Hai nodded.

Before he finished his words, a female reporter with heavy makeup eagerly leaned over the door, staring at Jie Hai and hurriedly asked: "This classmate, do you know Jie Hai? Do you know when Jie Hai? Come out? Does he have a good relationship with His Royal Highness Shun? He..."

Jie Hai was a little dazed by the question, and heard other students walking towards the gate of the college one after another behind him. If he was identified, he might be unable to get out. The old guard also knew that the situation was urgent, so he pushed open the iron door to interrupt her questioning, and shouted: "It's alright, don't scare my grandson! This is the end of school time. Keep it open. Don't stop the students from returning. Home!"

The old man took the opportunity to send Jiehai to the door, and shouted again: "Anan, the store over there is now crowded, wait a while, there will be no one later!"

"Hey! I see!" Jie Hai knew that he was asking himself to come back later, so as to avoid these guys. He waved his hand to the old man gratefully, avoided a few reporters who wanted to step forward and interrogated him, and ran to the railroad platform like flying.

Fortunately, there was an elderly person who helped cover, otherwise Jie Hai wouldn't know how to get out of school. He shuddered when he thought of the fanatical-eyed reporters, and his pace sped up a bit. He crossed the iron bridge and boarded the train going west, planning to go to Lu Ang's house first to see the situation.

Lu Ang's family lives in the suburbs to the west of the city and to the north, and it takes a lot of time to get there even by train. No wonder he is out of breath every morning. The train stopped and went, and finally passed through the city about half an hour later. Boundary Sea looked through the glass window. Outside the window was a large area of ​​harvested rice fields. There were still many withered straws in the soil, which looked a little desolate. On the hillside farther away are rows of regular-shaped greenhouse planting areas. This ancient technique from the north has been praised by the farmers of Takiguni until now.

The train drove a few more stops and quickly reached its destination. He walked down the platform quickly. In front of him was a farm with a large area. The winding concrete path stretched across the rice fields, drawing irregular gray arcs between the brick buildings of each house.

Jiehai continued along the path, and at the deepest point of the farm was the house of Lu Ang's family. The wide Tongmu courtyard door was wide open, and it was not the first time that Jie Hai had visited. He knocked on the door and stepped directly into the courtyard wall. In front of him was a four-storey small duplex building with white walls and red tiles, revealing a joyful vitality. Jie Hai glanced in front of the building, and suddenly froze in place.

There were a few square tables on the flat blue brick floor outside the small building. A group of people in different costumes gathered around the table, sipping drinks and making a loud noise. Lu Ang's hospitable father was busy walking through the crowd, holding a large wooden plate in his hand, and constantly adding drinks to the guests, his face was red with a smile. He has short brown hair like Xiao Pangdun, and his chubby body is the same. The hearty laughter knows that he is an old-fashioned uncle.

Is this... a banquet? Jie Hai was standing by the door in a daze, when he heard a greeting, "Jiehai Jiehai! Here!", he turned his head and looked, Xiao Pangdun stood by the dining table and waved to him.

"Jiehai?" When the crowd gathered around the table heard the name, they turned their heads to look at him, and they whispered.

Seeing this formation, Jie Hai shook his heart, he yelled at Lu Ang from a distance, and beckoned him to come over and speak. Xiao Pangdun ran to the door in a few steps, and Jie Hai hooked his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Your family has a banquet today?"

"How can there be any banquet?" Lu Ang smiled and waved at him, "These are all newspaper reporters who have surrounded my house early in the morning."

"Reporter? Are you blocked by them too?" Jie Hai was even more puzzled. He was almost caught by the reporters guarding outside the school. He was afraid to avoid him. Why is it so happy here?

"Isn't it! The battle in the morning almost didn't scare me to death, so I didn't dare to go out. But as soon as noon, the radio station issued a notice saying that His Royal Highness Shun was on an order to investigate the assassin's disturbance, and they were fine , Haha!" Xiaopangdun grinned triumphantly, "I have to say that our majesty has the foresight. Look at this radio station, isn't he the one who supported it? How convenient!"

That's how it is... It has long been said that tabloids like that are untrustworthy. Jie Hai couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the latest developments. He looked at the large group of reporters at the table again and asked with doubts: "Then...what are they doing here?"

"Well, my dad said to invite them to drink juice, and advertised us by the way...hehe." Lu Ang squinted at him with a gesture of money, everything was silent.

"You didn't come to school today, I thought something was wrong..." It was a vain worry, and Jie Hai gave him a slanting glance, in exchange for Xiao Pang Dun's silly smile. But finally he could relax. He took a long breath and heard Lu Ang's father's vigorous shout: "Jiehai, come here, uncle, please drink juice."

"No, uncle, I'm going to work, and I'll come to you another day to play." Jie Hai waved his hand to thank him, patted Lu Ang's shoulder to say goodbye, and walked out.

There was footsteps behind him, and Lu Ang ran a few steps to hold him, and involuntarily stuffed two bottles of juice. "How can you go back empty-handed..." He smiled and clapped his hands, then whispered in Jie Hai's ear, "I heard a lot of top secret news today, and I will go back to school tomorrow to tell you, hehe..."

Jie Hai was also amused at his winking look. "You, if you can devote half of your energy to studying, I promise you a scholarship!" He sighed helplessly, stuffed the juice into his backpack, waved goodbye to his friend again, and ran towards the railroad platform.

When Jiehai hurried to the bookstore, it was almost 7 o'clock. There have been no guests in the bookstore for a long time, but there are a few books lying in a mess, and the newspaper racks are not very tidy. Jie Hai didn't bother to change his clothes, so he started to tidy up. He has been working in the bookstore for so long, and he has become a skilled worker. He ran upstairs and downstairs, and everything was cleaned up in less than half an hour.

"Dandan, help me get a dinner!" Jie Hai wiped his face in the bathroom, then turned back to the bar and yelled to the little puppet.

"Dinner! Dinner!" After a jingle of clanging bowls and plates, Dandan slid to the front of Jiehai holding the plate.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Jie Hai smiled and touched its head and held the porcelain plate, a little absent-mindedly enjoying the delicious risotto.

While eating, he recalled the people he met today and what he had experienced. He whispered bitterness at the little puppet: "Dangdan...you don't know, I'm unlucky today..." He came from the morning teaching building. I began to talk about the experience, and shared with it the initial doubts and the worries that followed, such as the suffering of sitting on pins and needles, until the dramatic end, bringing joy and joy.

He didn't know when he started, he liked to hold the little puppet to whisper to it, unreservedly spread out the passage of the day, and tell it in detail. In this foreign country, Jiehai always has a sense of loneliness that cannot be resolved. This feeling is especially profound at the moment when the news of his friends is lost, and it suppresses his nerves all the time.

The little puppet just listened to his confession quietly, shaking his little head occasionally, like in agreement or in denial. But it didn't matter at all. Jie Hai said softly like this. When he was in pain, he would hug it for a little comfort, and when he was happy, he would pull his hand in a circle. This is enough.

At that time the hand turned the 10 o'clock mark, and it was time to say goodbye again. Jiehai patrolled up and down again. Tonight, everything was as usual. He touched the little puppet’s head to say goodbye, turned around and ran out of the hall to return to the school. The gate was empty and there were no figures long ago, and he was in a good mood. A lot. The guard for the night shift was not the old man. Jie Haiqian asked hello as usual and ran towards the dormitory.

The style of the night was cold, and the shaved face was slightly stinging. Jie Hai bent his waist and hung his head and rushed into the muffled voice, hiding in his small room before taking a few breaths. He looked at the bell on the door. It was just after 11 o'clock again. He dropped his schoolbag a little tiredly. After washing, he changed into pajamas and got into the bed.

I can finally rest... Jie Hai put his head in the soft cotton pillow and sighed comfortably. In the sleepy state, he suddenly remembered the strange book again, and secretly said that it was terrible, why he forgot to return it.

He hurriedly pulled the backpack and dig out the old book, muttering in his heart. I was so busy and confused. I planned to put it back in the study in the morning, but after a day's many changes, I forgot all this. But having said that, even if it is put in the bookstore, maybe it will come out... Forget it, Jie Hai shook his head subconsciously, and waited for the manager to return before handing it over to him.

It would be great if this book could be passed back to A Shun... He had a flurry of thoughts, that he could write a message in the book, and he could keep in touch with his friends at any time, how great it would be! He stared at the book cover for a long time, and finally laughed dumbfounded and put the book on his pillow. He retracted back into the bed, thinking that he was still an unknown friend at the moment, and fell asleep in a daze.

The cold wind rolled over the branches outside the window, rustling rustles, echoing in the gloomy campus. Suddenly, a faint golden light appeared in the room, and the old book by the pillow was floating in the air with a slight tremor, and opened suddenly. The pages of the book continue to emit golden fine lines, which are drawn into a huge pentagram in the sky. With a very faint hum, the star array disappeared in an instant, leaving a small hole like a black hole, and the whole book seemed to become an expanding vortex, absorbing magic power that was invisible to the naked eye.

As time went by, countless magical powers rushed to the small room in the sea, and disappeared in the gravitational vortex of the old book in the blink of an eye. Not long after, he seemed to have absorbed enough energy, put away the black hole and trembled in the air for a while, then snapped the copper buckle, and slowly floated back to the original position, as if he had never moved.

It was dark in the bedroom, and Jie Hai was still asleep. He snored regularly, calmly like a baby without any worries. In the dream, he seemed to see the distant mountain stream, where the two friends he was thinking of were running fast. The night sky was covered with dark clouds, and occasionally a golden snake-like lightning flashed across, as if to tear apart the ink-stained sky.

The mountain breeze is gradually rising, and the dark clouds are dripping.