The ICC team consists of seven people, six graduate students and one undergraduate student. Before joining the group, the only person Fu Yucheng knew was a senior in his department named Yang Ming. Yang Ming's appearance and connotation are that of a true academic. He is rich in theoretical knowledge and has a lot of knowledge at his fingertips. The only undergraduate student is a girl named Qiu Mai. At first, everyone didn't know Qiu Mai and thought that this school girl was soft and cute and could be bullied. But as they got acquainted with her, they realized that she was neither soft nor cute, nor could she be bullied. If she and Yang Ming were put together, most people would think that they are siblings, with the same black-rimmed glasses, the same facial paralysis, and the same perfectionism.
Almost everyone in their group has a bit of perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder, which means that the entry documents are delayed again and again until the last minute, making sure that there are no mistakes in fonts, footnotes, and cover colors before submitting them to the competition committee.
The email was sent by team leader Yang Ming. When he pressed the "confirm" button, he seemed to be more solemn and cautious than launching an atomic bomb, so that everyone in the room was a little agitated when he turned around to notify that the sending was successful. The illusion of surviving the disaster.
There is still a month until the official game, and they still have a lot of work to do, but no one can survive tonight.
A senior student from the International Law School performed a show of falling asleep on the spot. He put together stools in the conference room, placed his head on his feet, and hung the middle part in the air. After a while, he was snoring like thunder.
Fu Yucheng packed his things and prepared to turn off all communication equipment and go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep, even if he missed Liang Andao's class.
Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Qiu Mai, "Senior, I have another question..." Qiu Mai also majored in criminal procedure law and usually asked him and Yang Ming for advice. However, Qiu Mai and her "brother" have very similar thinking circuits. After chatting, they will get into the same difficulties, and they have to bring in foreign aid to end the dispute.
Fu Yucheng yawned, "Let's rest for two days before continuing. You've stayed up all night, aren't you tired?"
Qiu Mai pushed up his glasses and said seriously, "Life is endless, and struggle is endless."
A senior student came over and gave her a handful on the head, "If you continue to struggle, you'll be in trouble."
"I am not tired..."
Everyone yawned and automatically left the person behind, "Tsk, tsk, today's young people..."
"We old Caipi can't compare."
"I think I could watch football all night long back then."
Qiu Mai looked at the senior who was catching up on his sleep on the chair, and hesitated whether to wake him up. Finally, he closed his eyes and pretended that he didn't see him, and caught up with the people in front of him, "Hey, wait!"
Fu Yucheng went back to his dormitory, took a shower, climbed into bed, and fell asleep soon after.
Fatigue left him with no time to be distracted. Sometimes he would read about Liang Fu's condition in his circle of friends, and his brain, which was in a state of shutdown after being highly operated, would automatically prevent him from thinking deeply. Give a polite thumbs up and swipe over.
At first Liang Fu would send him a message, but he was busy with preparations for the ICC moot court and put his phone aside. When he saw it again, several hours had passed. This delayed reply was regarded by Liang Fu as perfunctory or something else. He didn't know. He only knew that she sent less and less messages later. Gradually, the chat dialog box he pinned to the top fell silent and never appeared again. Any unread red dots.
After the documents are handed in, they have to start mock trial training, especially making differentiated arguments for the prosecutor and the victim. This is another round of hard work. Every time a new perspective or new team member is introduced, it is a round of complicated brainstorming.
It was early April. I can't remember which round of trial training it was. After it was over, everyone sorted out the logical problems of the argument path exposed by the questions. No one was lazy or chatting in the entire conference room. There were only sounds of typing on the keyboard and discussing issues together.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Yang Ming, who was sitting by the door, said "come in" without raising his head. The door opened, but no one came in or answered.
Everyone who noticed it looked up in confusion. There was a person at the door wearing a dark green floral dress and flat shoes with barely visible heels.
She stood at the door, smiled, and whispered, "I'm looking for Fu Yucheng."
When he walked into the sunshine, Fu Yucheng realized that it was already spring in April. A gust of wind and a dream, time seems to fly.
They sat on the stone bench under the tree behind the courtyard building, letting the wind blow, and no one said a word.
Fu Yucheng was wearing a white shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up and the collar unbuttoned. His hair was a bit long and covered his eyebrows. He still looked handsome, but his face looked sleepy.
"Fu Yucheng..." Suddenly he was speechless. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I don't even know where to start talking.
Fu Yucheng lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said with a smile, "I heard your tour went well."
This year's tour went smoothly from the beginning. Teacher Yang praised her emotional expression for finally no longer holding back her technique. They performed classic plays, and the attendance rates in the cities they visited were extremely high. In addition to the performance, she also had to have cultural exchanges with some local staff responsible for liaison. The schedule was intensive and packed, and it was as if she was suddenly given the mission of "taking responsibility for the future of the troupe."
Fu Yucheng asked: "On holiday, or..."
"I want to go to Suzhou, which is close to Chongcheng. I just want to come back and leave tomorrow morning." I have to go to the theater to report in the evening, and my family also requires that I have to go back for dinner. I saved a lunch, changed my ticket, and saved time to meet him.
She remembered the sleepy and lonely shadow on the roadside that day, although he might no longer expect her promise.
"...Fu Yucheng, are you still angry with me?"
Except for the night when he had a fever, she had never seen him show any emotion. After getting along for a long time, she gradually understood that when he smiled politely like this, it was often the time when he was the most distant.
"If I say I've never been angry with you, would you believe me?" He bit his cigarette and looked forward, the leaves casting a green coolness on his shirt. Just because you don't want to be angry with her doesn't mean you won't be disappointed and can't do anything about yourself.
In the past two months, Liang Fu thought a lot. She thought that she must have made the wrong choice several times, although there was a good reason every time. For family, for career, for friends.
However, countless thoughts in the world are difficult to reconcile, and they are nothing more than comparisons.
Liang Fu took a deep breath, her nose was sour, and her chest was filled with too many complex emotions. She felt that she couldn't stay any longer, and she felt more aggrieved with every passing moment.
It was her choice that was wrong, and he generously forgave her, but why did she still feel aggrieved.
He stood up to leave, not caring about basic etiquette.
Her wrist was caught, and a shadow was projected over her head, overlapping with her body on the ground. It was Fu Yucheng who stood up and stood behind her.
"Liang Fu." He was still smiling, but he seemed helpless to her, "You can't be more innocent than me."
"I don't..."
He just grabbed her wrist, and slowly closed his fingers through the chiffon sleeve, feeling that her arm in the sleeve seemed to be a little thinner.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and her expression showed a hint of innocence, which was just enough to make him reluctant to say even a harsh word.
"I'm a person who always prepares for the worst. I have a premonition that you won't be able to come." He explained to her slowly, unable to be more patient or more humble, "... I have a premonition every time. "
Liang Fu was stunned for a moment.
Only a pessimistic person will be willing to salvage one time from ten thousand disappointments and get what he expected.
"So, are you feeling better?"
There was a sudden sound from upstairs. It was the window being opened. Qiu Mai was lying on the window sill and waving down, "Senior! The team leader is calling you to discuss!"
Fu Yucheng responded, and after Qiu Maifu closed the window, he took a step back. He still held a cigarette in his hand, and the blue smoke was blown away by the wind.
"I have to go up."
He looked down at her, and she had a sad look on her face, though maybe not for herself.
Without waiting for her reply, he finally chewed on his cigarette and patted her shoulder gently. "Be safe on the road and the performance goes well." He walked around her and walked away slowly.
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Liang Fu left after not staying long that day. Phone calls from the theater and home were bombarded in turn. It was the first time that she felt so exhausted.
Suzhou, Ningbo... Going further north, the stop in late April is Tianjin.
After the first night's performance at Tianjin Station, as usual, theater staff treated the guests to dinner. Their dinner was very civilized. They opened a few bottles of red wine and waited until the order was served. After all, the actor was a guest from afar, and he was still known as an artist to the outside world.
After the dinner, Teacher Yang led them back to the hotel and commented on today's performance on the way. Regardless of whether it is perfect or not, for Teacher Yang, it is just a matter of more or less flaws.
Liang Fu slept in a single room. She had taken a shower and was lying on the bed. Before sleep came over her, a sudden and absurd idea suddenly seized her consciousness.
She suddenly got up and picked up her phone to look for directions.
When Liang Fu was a child, she was pampered like a princess in her family.
Whatever she wants, there are always people who come over and offer it to her. She studied dancing and was very talented. She won awards all the way from a young age until she became weak and became the center of the stage early on. Except for some trivial setbacks, her life was as complete as if she was favored by God.
If the only thing she lacked in the previous twenty-two years of her life was "not getting what she wanted", then these two months of feeling lost would be all.
I thought back to Fu Yucheng more than once, when there was no one around and when he was sleepy.
He said, "Liang Fu, you can't be more innocent than me."
More than 100 kilometers, three hours of driving.
With an impulsive thought, she went to borrow a car. She was afraid that people would have a rest if she got there late, and she didn't want to wait for a moment longer. As a result, he mobilized a large number of people and disturbed Teacher Yang. In the lobby of the hotel, Teacher Yang lectured her like a class teacher who disciplines a child who doesn't obey the rules during a spring outing.
"There is a performance tomorrow night. Where are you going to borrow the car?"
"Beijing."
"..." Teacher Yang laughed angrily, "What are you going to Beijing for? Familiarize yourself with the venue in advance?" The next stop of their tour was in Beijing.
Liang Fu frowned and remained silent. Teacher Yang knew this expression very well. It was like this every time she was unconvinced and decided to have her own way.
At the end of the stalemate, Teacher Yang said with a cold face: "...I will report back at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If I am late, I will submit my resignation report myself one minute later. Also, are you driving from Tianjin to Beijing? Do you have any common sense in life?"
Later, Liang Fu bought a high-speed rail ticket, which lasted thirty minutes.
I contacted my friends in Beijing in advance to pick them up. When we arrived at the hotel where the ICC Chinese Chong team members were staying, it was not yet past midnight.
The school was willing to spend money and the hotel booked was not bad. Liang Fu waited in the hotel lobby for ten minutes, maybe not that long. She heard the beep of the elevator and turned around as if she had a premonition.
He wore an ordinary white short-sleeved T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He had a messy head of hair and stubble on his chin.
This was probably the most unimpressive look she had ever seen on him.
"Fu Yucheng."
She finally smiled and looked at him, waiting for him to come towards her.