vstars Chapter 1 Prelude to time travel
Chapter 1 Prelude to time travel
"A Li, wait for me!"
Hearing the voice from behind, Qingli turned around, and saw Xia Xiaoxue, the vice president of the Ancient Poetry Literature Research Institute, and also one of his few good friends.
Seeing that Xia Xiaoxue was running towards him quickly, Qingli stopped, stretched out his hand to slightly support the girl who was about to fall due to the fast running, and asked softly in an ever gentle and smiling tone: "What's the matter, what's the matter?" In such a hurry?"
Looking at those gentle eyes, Xia Xiaoxue suddenly felt a little dazed, her mind seemed to go blank for a moment, and then she blushed again, cursing to herself, what a disaster!Then he returned to normal, and said with some joy: "A week later, it will be our school's cultural May Festival performance. Our club will prepare a program, and we will perform a scene recitation. They want you to recite on behalf of our club, and others will cooperate with you. Acting, you see, okay?"
Looking at the pair of big eyes in front of him that faintly shone with anticipation, "Okay, what are you watching, let me know when you decide, and I can rehearse after I prepare." Qingli said gently.He is always willing to make his friends happy without violating his principles and intentions.
The girl's eyes seemed to light up all of a sudden, and she quickly said in a joyful tone: "Okay, then it's settled! Wait for our notice!" Xia Xiaoxue patted Qingli's shoulder heavily, He happily turned around and ran away.
Looking at the lively and cheerful figure of the girl, Qingli seemed to empathize with her happiness. It can be said with certainty that Qingli is a good person. Before he hurt him, he was a lonely good person, although a good person is not necessarily lucky Yes, but good people are often more likely to be satisfied and happy, and lonely people often understand the pain of loss and the joy of gain.
He is too small to hold the whole world in his arms, so he will do everything he can to keep everything he has, even if it is just a little bit.
Qingli is an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage as long as he could remember. Later, because of his lively and cheerful personality and delicate and cute appearance, he was adopted by a businessman couple who had been married for many years but had been barren for a long time when he was ten years old. To give Qingli a warm home, let Qingli have a beautiful dream, they accompany Qingli to school, take him out to play, and give him everything a happy child has, everything is so perfect that Qingli believes in this kind of happiness will go on forever.
However, it is counterproductive.
Two years later, his adoptive mother became pregnant. Since then, Qingli's dreams have been shattered bit by bit. He watched his adoptive parents spend less and less time with him. After his younger brother was born, his adoptive parents paid more and more attention to his younger brother. There are more and more, and they are more and more alienated from themselves. When the younger brother does something wrong, they will beat and scold him, but when he deliberately does something wrong, the adoptive parents just forgive him tolerantly, comfort him, and settle things for him.But he knew that this was the difference between biological and adopted.
Behind all the tolerance is actually a heart that is getting more and more indifferent, because I don't care, so I don't blame.
Gradually, Qingli began to learn to hide himself, began to learn to close himself, and began to be gentle to everyone, but only he himself knew that this was also indifference to everyone.
It is sadder to have everything and lose it than to never have it. There is hope in the former, but despair in the latter.
If it might be lost in the end, then Qingli would rather never have it.
People who worry about gains and losses!
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Cultural performance evening
The blurred smoke screen is like layers of gauze, floating on the huge stage, on the huge curtain, it projects an antique scene, from the village where the cooking smoke is curling up, to the Qingshiban street where people come and go, ink painting Jiangnan, lonely smoke desert...
Qingli's program was placed in the middle. After many songs, dances, and skits, they finally arrived at Qingli's program. Maybe it's because Qingli's school grass is too popular, maybe it's because the club is too popular, or maybe it's aesthetic fatigue Then came a refreshing program.In short, at this closing time, there are no empty seats.
The faint sound of music sounded, and the smoke was blurred, as if a song sounded from a tall building in the distance, classical and quiet, the sound was exciting.
With the lively music, Qingli slowly walked from behind the scenes to the center of the stage.The audience seemed to be suffocated, except for the music, there was no sound at all, as if there was a kind of person who was born for ancient costumes, and was born to capture the attention of everyone, as if when he appeared, he was like a bright moon piercing the clouds, As soon as Huaguang falls, the stars will be eclipsed.
It just so happens that Qingli is this kind of person. He wears a not-so-gorgeous white ancient costume, but he wears a noble and unparalleled temperament. His long black hair and white clothes are blown by the blower, intertwined and fluttering, With an incomparably handsome face and gentle and smiling eyebrows, under the influence of the light, the whole person actually gave birth to a posture like a fairy.
Step by step for a lifetime of lotus.
It really is Mo Shangren Ruyu, a gentleman like no other in the world.
After Qingli walked to the center of the stage and stood still, the sound of the music suddenly became low, with a faintly tragic air. Their program was "Ode to Jingke" by Tao Yuanming.
As the sound of the music calmed down, Qingli opened her lips lightly: "Yandan is good at raising scholars, and aims to repay the victory", and other people in the same company vividly interpreted the scene behind him...
"Xiao Xiao mourns the wind to pass away, and a faint cold wave arises" the music suddenly becomes sad, as if there is endless desolation lingering...
"Although the person is gone, there is still love for thousands of years." The music changed from sad to long, as if the wind passed through the corridor of time, wrapped in the lingering sound of history, blowing towards the face...
The music gradually stopped and the curtain slowly closed, but the audience couldn't regain their senses for a long time. After a while, bursts of applause burst out like a tide.
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"A Li, you are so awesome. During the rehearsal, I thought your performance was great. I didn't expect you to perform even better during the official performance. That's great. Our Ancient Poetry Literature Research Institute is finally going to flourish, hahaha "Xia Xiaoxue patted Qingli on the shoulder, looking forward to a bright future, haha, probably next year, there will be many cute newcomers coming here, and finally she is going to get rid of the title of the most unpopular club for 100 years, how can you not be happy .
The others were also teasing and laughing at each other. Although their club was small and had few members, it was precisely because of this that everyone came together because of common interests and hobbies. They didn't have those utilitarian ideas, on the contrary, they were harmonious. All in harmony.
Xia Xiaoxue and Qingli walked in front, perhaps because they were too happy, Xia Xiaoxue chatted wildly, Qingli always had infinite patience with this kind and lively good friend who was always good to him.
Xia Xiaoxue faced Qingli with open teeth and claws, and walked sideways on the right side of Qingli, describing interesting things vividly. Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind: "Be careful!"
Qingli turned around, and a dazzling light came from the left. At the last moment, Qingli pushed away the girl beside him forcefully, and then felt a sharp pain, then flew high into the air, and landed heavily...
The vision is blurred, and even the voice is indistinct...
Is it finally over...
He heard Xia Xiaoxue's heart-piercing cry...
He saw the anxious expressions of others...
There were warm tears falling on his face. Fortunately, in this world, at least someone remembered that he had been here...
There seemed to be a slide show in his mind, and scenes flashed by. He saw the orphanage in his memory, saw the two years of warmth that were as beautiful as a fairy tale, and saw the growing coldness of his adoptive parents. The expression, I saw like-minded friends in the club talking about the world, I saw the school, I saw a passerby I met today...
In the end, the light curtain shattered into pieces of bright ice crystals, turned into light dust in mid-air, and finally annihilated without a trace...
It turns out that there are so few people in this world that he is nostalgic for...