C11 Flow with the flow

After class, he would occasionally go out for a meal with Marshal Zhang, Han Bing, Liu Fengqin, and the others. Recently, Chi Peng and Han Bing had been in a relationship, and Marshal Zhang had been introduced to a girl who was a nurse. It had been a long time since their group had formally gone out to meet up. Most of the time, Shen Qingming was busy preparing for class or writing his own stuff. He was so familiar with his current life that he would wake up on time every day at a certain time. Then, he would take his toiletries and head to the drains, where he could accurately walk to and wash up with his eyes closed, before going out for morning exercise with his students. When he returned, he would go to the cafeteria to eat breakfast with Zhang Shuai and the others, eat breakfast in the office to prepare for lunch, go to the classroom to continue his lunch, and in the afternoon, he would continue to prepare for class or continue to eat dinner in the cafeteria. He was so familiar with the days, so familiar that he could recite everything from Monday to Friday. The people who came and went in his life were those people, the things, the content, they kept repeating them over and over again, without exception, surprise, nothing but indifference. This made Shen Qingming feel more and more stifled.

Occasionally, he would get a little agitated. Thinking about how he might spend his whole life here, especially now that he knew how to live it today, he couldn't wait to know how it would be for the next ten to twenty years. Shen Qingming felt very depressed.

On the job, he had also learned to drag on as much as he could, to push as he could, to let go as much as he could, even if it was just moving his little finger a little more. Shen Qingming felt that he was gradually being assimilated, assimilated by this environment, assimilated by these people, assimilated by this custom. At that time, in order to do something good, he would rather not eat or sleep. But gradually, he discovered that no matter how well he did, there would still be an invisible net covering you, pressing down on you, preventing you from sticking your head out, and if you popped out more, the net would be pushed down, the spikes on the net would be invisible, but it would be so raw that it would pierce you, causing you to feel pain that you would have to shrink back into your neck.

In his daily life, Shen Qingming had learned how to keep a low profile. He no longer simply believed that the school was a place free from pollution, so he became even more cautious with his words. When he had nothing to do, he would rather write something down and exchange it for some money than go out with others to eat and drink, because he felt that only when he was drunk would he feel good about it. But with the people in the school, he simply couldn't drink to his heart's content, because he didn't dare to get drunk, for fear of saying what he would drink to someone else when he was drunk. But now that he was so far away from home, his old friends were scattered all over the place. Even if he could occasionally make a phone call, writing a letter would already be a luxury, and drinking wine together would be even more unthinkable. Right now, the only person who could talk to Qing Ming was Liu Fengqin. However, she was busy and had classes in front of the director, so she didn't have much free time.

Some teachers asked Qing Ming why he didn't pursue the phoenix zither. They were in the same unit the same year, how great would it be if they could form a pair like Chi Peng and Han Bing. Qing Ming shook his head and laughed, saying, "We are just good friends." He didn't know why, but he felt that there was something between him and Feng Qin. From the moment he came here, Feng Qin had been very caring towards him, and he was very grateful to Feng Qing, but the two of them seemed to be missing something and didn't have that ambiguous feeling. They would sometimes chat with each other, but they would always talk about the most common topics. It was clear that the two of them seemed more like a bosom friend and a bosom friend. Pure friendship. Qing Ming remembered that when they went to practice, there were some vague feelings between them. That night after graduation, Feng Qin's eyes were still so clear, but now, both of them were thousands of miles away from home, and they were so familiar with each other, so logically speaking, they should have already become a couple. But now, the relationship between them was completely normal, normal, like brother and sister. Yes, not siblings. Although Qing Ming was a bit older, he always felt that Feng Qin gave him the feeling of a big sister, meticulously taking care of him, giving him warmth, giving him a guiding light while he was at a loss. As a result, Qing Ming felt that Feng Qin was really suitable to be his big sister.

Many times, Qing Ming would think of Wen Jun, the girl who had lived in his heart for so long without any news of her. Many times, Qing Ming would think of Wen Jun, the girl who had lived in his heart for so long without any news of her. As he thought about it, his clear heart began to ache so much that he couldn't even breathe.