Chapter 3 Thunder on a Clear Day
From the first day of school to now, we have gone through a whole month of military training life. The days are very fulfilling but also very tiring. After all, military training is used to temper willpower and exercise the body.
But the bitter days are ultimately short-lived, and a leisurely university life is about to begin.
Today is an absolutely sunny day, and it's also the most memorable day in my memory.
Morning exercise, afternoon is the closing ceremony of the school's military training.
This month, my skin has darkened by two shades and my body has become a level more robust.
Originally a delicate and lovely soft girl, after being ravaged for a month, she was finally forged into an iron maiden, but still a rough and unqualified product.
Standing in the queue and looking around, the entire football field was covered with a deep green color.
If you look down from a high place, you will see a large area of small green beans neatly arranged in rows and columns. However, people with claustrophobia may not be able to tolerate it.
On the stage, the school's military training closing ceremony is being held with great enthusiasm. Under the stage, I am praying to heaven that I can graduate smoothly in four years of university, without seeking too much or too little.
But life tells me that it seems to need more flavor to be exciting.
So, the tragedy happened??????
At the closing ceremony of the school's military training, the last student representative to take the stage was my ex-boyfriend, Zhu Yang.
When I heard Zhu Yang's voice, I raised my head like a flying brain, so much so that Lin Yishui, the Beijing girl next to me, was also startled.
Zhu Yang and I are in the same school, which is something I never could have predicted even if I had smashed my brains out.
I suddenly remembered the day when Zhu Yang and I received our admission notices, he kept telling me that he was admitted to Zhejiang University, not this second-tier university that I'm in, even though at that time he also had fantasies of writing my first choice as his second choice.
Zhu Yang and I parted ways peacefully, without any quarrels or farewells, and no tears.
I comforted myself by saying that the cities we were in were too far apart, and our futures would never intersect.
But now Zhu Yang is just sixty meters in front of me.
I suddenly feel like someone has splashed a whole can of Fanta right in my face, with orange bubbles still foaming on my face, it's totally bizarre.
I raised my head to look at the sky, thinking it was just an optical illusion caused by staring at flowers for too long. But the sunlight on top of my head was too dazzling, like a black hole that emitted light and had no bottom in sight, making me feel dizzy.
I stood below the stage, irresistibly listening to Zhu Yangyi's eloquent speech. His voice was thick and powerful, piercing my eardrums and nerves, surrounding me, along with the increasingly rising temperature, fixing me firmly in place.
I feel like I'm melting away, yet at the same time, I feel like I'm dying.
So, in the last second of rational struggle, I failed to stop my brain's brief respite and fainted among the numerous audience below the stage, fainting amidst Zhu Yang's lies and voice.
How I wish that when I wake up, someone would tell me: "Kid, you just had a heat stroke. Kid, the person who was speaking on stage wasn't Zhu Yang."
Reality and fantasy are always short of that one stroke, reality is just reality, cruelty is just cruelty.
Escape will never solve any problem forever.
That's right, the speaker is Zhu Yang, the man I once deeply loved.
I am so sure because in the next 24 hours that are about to pass, I will wake up from a heat-induced sleep.
Right after that, I would see the military training model soldier chart in the main building of the school. In the lower right corner of the chart, Zhu Yang's frontal photo was prominently posted, with his name shining brightly below the photo.
Zhu Yang in the photo got sunburned, just like me.
