We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 87 The Ordinary World

  "Now, the students have brought out 38 sets. This question has been mentioned before, do you remember? Come on, look at the fifth question of the multiple-choice question. This question type is familiar or not..."

The mathematics teacher was talking on it, and the air was filled with the sound of paper rubbing against the scroll paper, and the thin chalk dust was spinning in the winter sun. The white poplar was sitting in his place with his head supported, and the tip of the pen was touching the test paper, as if he was listening to the class again. I didn’t seem to listen, the air conditioner was not turned on in the classroom, and the index and middle fingers holding the penholder were a bit stiff. After December, the temperature change curve was like a hibernating snake, and it never climbed to more than ten degrees. This fall is exceptional. Short, the deciduous platanus leaves on Zhongshanmen Street are still summer when they leave the branches under the action of abscisic acid, and winter when they fall to the ground.

  Platanus is fifteen meters high, and it is as long as fifteen meters in autumn.

It has been half a month since Bai Yang’s life has recovered. Half a month ago, Zhao Bowen took away his Icom725 amateur radio, analog relay, motherboard, and all related materials. He didn’t even let go of a draft paper—all All of his work was taken over by the professional department, and the state machine was operating, and he had resources and abilities far beyond that of a high school student. Bai Yang could imagine that the old amateur radio station would be treasured by Uncle Zhao and the others. Entering the top electromagnetic wave quiet room, using the most advanced survey and detection methods, there will be a large group of experts staring at it all day long. As an old and broken amateur radio station, it can be mixed like this, it is really a glorious ancestor.

  So Bai Yang became an ordinary senior high school student in the attached high school of China Southern Airlines. He doesn't need to save the world anymore, he only needs to save his college entrance examination results.

The huge pressure on his shoulders previously dissipated in an instant, and with the pressure dissipated was the shadow of the coming of the end. People of Bai Yang's age always have blind faith in the power of the country, he always thought, There must be a way to solve all problems in a place that I can't see. As long as the state takes the initiative, everything will be fine. Any crisis of extinction will not exist from the moment the professional department takes over.

Look at all the students sitting in the classroom, look at the teachers standing on the podium, the students on the playground outside the door, the cars on the road outside the school, thousands of people in this world are living normal lives, how can there be anything The end is coming?

Looking back now, the girl who had lived alone twenty years later was far away and blurred like a phantom. Everything that had happened was like a dream. Bai Yang woke up from the dream, and the world was running as before. BG4MSR just appeared in the dream. People.

  I just don’t know if she received her photo?

  Uncle Zhao successfully sent her his photo?

   Bai Yang thought silently.

  Can she cooperate with those people?

  I hope that Uncle Zhao can apologize to her on her behalf, and explain the reasons clearly, otherwise Bai Yang will be uncomfortable when she keeps thinking of her missed appointments.

  "Aspen! Aspen!"

  White Yang suddenly woke up.

   Teacher Liu, the head teacher, pointed to the paper on his desk, "The page has been turned."

   Bai Yang hurriedly turned his head to turn the page, but didn't know which page to turn to, so he had to sneak a peek at the papers of the team next door.

"I'm in the third year of high school, take class seriously." The teacher raised his voice, "You have not had a few months of class. You must cherish your high school life. Now in the sprint stage, the students will try to raise their scores. dream."

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   "Little Baiyang! Why are we willing to condescend and wait for us to go together recently?" He Leqin grabbed his neck and smiled, "What about your plan to save the world? Completed?"

   "No." Bai Yang said, "It's just that someone else has taken over. My work is over."

   "Didn't you award you a medal?" Yan Zhihan asked afterwards, "After all, it saved the world. With such a great contribution, I don't think it is a problem to be sent to Qingbei."

"Then I will work hard to see if the country can think of my hard work and great contribution, and reward me with a place to be admitted to Tsinghua University." Bai Yang lazily said, "I'd better give me another suite in the Fifth Ring Road of Beijing, and give it to me. A job with a lot of money and less things close to home, don’t you say it?"

  "Go rich, don't forget each other!" He Dashao patted his left shoulder.

  "Go rich, don't forget each other!" Brother Yan patted him on the right shoulder.

   "Go and go, the young man's family is so rich, so what kind of exams are there." Bai Yang knocked them off, "Let your father spend money to send you to Harvard."

  Self-study next night. As usual, Bai Yang and Yan Zhihan and He Leqin went home together. The three of them were walking and chatting, leaning on their shoulders and shaking their backs. They didn’t need to rush to turn on the radio when they came home. The traffic on the road is endless. It is when high school students go home from school. The students ride bicycles, stand by the roadside to take taxis, and walk home on foot. He Leqin and Yan Zhihan are just a few of the tens of thousands of students in Nanjing.

  There is no end of the world, no super-space radio, and no black moon in the sky.

  This is an ordinary world.

  Bai Yang walked into the community with his schoolbag on his back and said hello to Uncle Cai Dong who was on duty in the security booth at the entrance. He went upstairs and climbed up to the eighth floor in one breath, and took out the key to open the door.

He changed shoes in the hallway while fumbling to turn on the lights. Because he stopped tossing on the radio, his father and mother's work and rest returned to normal. He had already fallen asleep at 11 o'clock in the evening, and Wang Shu did not come. He reversed the future to save the world. The amateur radio emergency communication headquarters has not started work for a long time, and may never start work in the future. The living room is clean under the bright lights, and the messy radio stations, relays, motherboards and data seem to have never existed.

  Those people cleaned up so quickly and cleanly, even if Lao Bai wanted to make these things public and tell others, they couldn’t find the basis and proof.

  Bai Yang carried his schoolbag and pushed open the door of his room. From the bedroom, his mother's voice came from the bewildered voice: "Yang?"

   "Well, I'm back."

   "There is food in the kitchen." Mom said.

   "Got it." Bai Yang put down his schoolbag and turned on the rice cooker in the kitchen. It was still warm fried noodles, but it didn't interfere with eating.

  Bai Yang returned to the room with a plate and sat on a chair. This is his familiar life track. Everything seems to have not changed, but there is something different.

  He cast his gaze on the bookshelf beside the table. There was a large space above the grid of the bookshelf, where something had been placed for a long time, and it left a square indentation on the old wooden bookshelf.

   Bai Yang fell silent, staring at the bookshelf for a long time in a daze.

  The light-colored, long-term absence of sunlight is the only evidence that a piece of his life has been taken away.

  BG4MXH!

  BG4MXH! Today I went to Xuanwu Bay again. I saw a lot of Roselle flowers along the way, and I picked some back to make tea.

  BG4MXH, the temperature has dropped today. I have to wear more clothes. I have a big and thick quilted jacket. Is it cold on your side?

  BG4MXH, programming is so hard, so hard, so hard, so hard, so hard—!

  BG4MXH, want my photo? Then you have to change it with your photo! Equivalent exchange, understand?

  BG4MXH! BG4MXH! BG4MXH! BG4MXH! BG4MXH!

  White poplar wakes up.

  He is full of people yelling BG4MXH.

   Bai Yang took out a pair of earphones from the drawer, plugged it into the phone to play music, and then lay on his back on the bed and closed his eyes. He wanted to dispel the chaotic thoughts in his mind. In the dead of night, the mobile phone is letting Renxian sing "Blooming Waves".

   "La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la."

   "I want you to accompany me and watch the turtle swim in the water."

  "Slowly lie on the beach, counting the waves blooming."

  "Don't be afraid, you won't be lonely."

   "I will always be by your side..."

   "Let you enjoy yourself."

  (End of this chapter)