Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

Jiehai's busy day began in the misty mist in the early morning.

Just after 6 o'clock in the morning, the young man got up early and got up early before the sun showed the top of the mountain. He hurriedly brushed his teeth and washed his face, put on his second-year cyan academy uniform, and trot all the way downstairs. He would say good morning to Mrs. Ye in the management room with a smile at the door, and then start his daily running morning exercise along the gravel road beside the water pavilion.

At about 7 o'clock, the teenagers who had already exercised and had breakfast in the cafeteria downstairs would return to the room to rest, put on their small schoolbags on time at 7:30, and head straight to the teaching building with energy.

The Imperial Royal Academy starts classes at 8:30 every working day. There are 3 classes in the morning, each class lasts 50 minutes, with a 10-minute break. Classes start at 1 o’clock in the afternoon and there are only 2 class hours.

Jiehai followed the brick and stone ladder in the building all the way to the fifth floor. The classroom of the fourth class of the second year is located in the middle of the fifth floor of the eastern building. While smiling and greeting the passing classmates, the teenager walked quickly into the classroom. He would sit on the window seat in the last row, open his schoolbag and start studying attentively.

At 8:30 in the morning, the little fat man Lu Ang always ran into the classroom out of breath after the class bell. He glanced nervously at the wooden pulpit in front of the classroom, and after confirming safety, he immediately pretended to be nonchalant, and walked slowly to the side of the sea to do it, ignoring the contempt of the surrounding students. Afterwards, the instructor will always walk into the classroom and start class as if he had made an appointment with Xiao Pangdun.

Don't look at Jie Hai's usual little confusion, but he does have an extraordinary talent in learning. Not only can he always list the teacher's questions clearly, but he also makes his notes neatly and concisely. Xiao Pangdun often joked to him that if he prints and sells his notes before the exam, he might make a small profit.

Around 12 noon is lunch time. The students either take out their own lunch boxes and enjoy them alone, or go downstairs to have a meal together in the large canteen on the ground floor. Lunch at the Royal Academy has always been provided free of charge. All dishes, whether hot or cold, sweet or savory, are all placed on the long linen table for your choice. At this time, Xiao Pangdun would always stack up a trapezoid-shaped roasted meat tower high up, and then looked at Jie Hai's hand with contempt at the small but nutritious chowder plate.

During the rest time after lunch, Lu Ang would take out a few bottles of sweet juice to share with Jie Hai. His family is a well-known fruit and melon producer in the capital. It operates several farms and orchards on the outskirts of Beijing, and never lacks fresh juice throughout the year. And Jie Hai will also explain some of the problems in his schoolwork for him at this time, although the effect is not ideal, because Xiao Pangdun always listened to it and fell asleep in a daze, as if his voice was It is the best lullaby in general.

By the end of the two afternoon classes, it was almost 3 o'clock. Jie Hai would collect his schoolbags and say goodbye to Xiao Pangdun, hurriedly ran to the elevator on the side of the building and went straight to the rooftop, and went to the student union for daily reports. This process is sometimes not so easy. Teenagers often encounter His Royal Highness Yuming who looks boring and the student will "hang out" in the tower hall. He is stopped by him and taunts and taunts. Far away from the siege for him.

After filling in the sign-in card and coming out of the student union, Jiehai will still take the rail car all the way to the old temple, and then send it through the obelisk in the backyard into the book house, usually it is almost 4 o'clock by this time. After entering the hall, the teenager will go to the inner locker room to change into the waiter's clothes: white shirt, black trousers, gray tuxedo, black leather shoes, and a small light blue bow tie, all of which belong to His Royal Highness Friendly sponsorship. After wearing the whole outfit, the teenager will put on a few poses in front of the mirror stinky and self-cultivation. The so-called people depend on clothes, and the teenager in a small dress looks quite graceful.

Next is the daily cleaning and tidying up. He would start with the circular bookshelves on both sides of the bar, arrange the books neatly one after another, and then walk up to the second floor, walking along the yellow gravel road while taking care of the large bookshelves by the wall. Although the vegetation in this small garden and bookstore is blooming like a brocade, it strangely never sees any dead leaves or petals falling on the ground. It will always remain the same smooth and clean, just as the store manager said, it does not need to be taken care of.

Sometimes, the teenager will meet a few guests standing or sitting here, and he will greet the guests with a shy smile and ask "How can I help you?". The guest usually shook his head seriously or gently, revealing a sense of "do not disturb" alienation. Upon seeing this, the teenager smiled nonchalantly and nodded again, and walked forward to continue his work.

There are not many guests in Song of Time, but the composition is complicated, with all kinds of strange characters. During this not-so-long working day, Jie Hai has seen ladies in gorgeous furs, majestic officers in serious military uniforms, politicians with big bellies and smiling faces, and wealthy merchants covered in gold and silver jewelry with big cigars. , A craftsman with messy hair and a design board, and a scholar with simple clothes and glasses.

Guests sometimes sit down and rest in the restaurant on the first floor. They would order a glass of iced cocktails specially made in the bookstore, or chat in twos and threes, or take out the newspaper of the day from the small wooden rack by the window, and read it quietly by themselves. At this time, Jie Hai would pick up those guests who seemed to be more talkative and talk a few times, and most of the time he could receive a kind response from the other party. There will also be talkative guests who pull the teenager to spit out bitterness at him, complain about the recent situation, or brag to him.

Although these guests seem to have different identities, they all have their own uniqueness. Through conversations with them, young people can hear many secrets and adventures from all walks of life, and learn a lot of knowledge and truth from them. In addition, Jiehai also discovered that most of the bookstore’s guests seem to come from different places, with characters from all countries in the southeast, northwest and northwest, as if this small bookstore is connected to the entire continent.

"I have never met anyone else at the teleportation monument in the temple... Maybe there is more than one entrance to the Song of Time!" the boy thought secretly.

Whenever it is a rest day, Shun He Jinyuan will rush to the study room. They would always bring many large and small wooden boxes or tin boxes, walk in and hurriedly greet Jiehai, before he could respond, they rushed to the second floor, leaving the puzzled teenager alone. guess.

At this time, if the store manager Yuno happened to be in the lobby, he would drag him as far as he could and ask him to taste the latest bartender. If he gets the admiration of the other party, he will say a few words in a humble manner, and then pour a cup of Tao Ran contentedly; but if the other party is a little bit hesitant, he will pursed his mouth nervously and kept asking, fighting. You have to give a reason if you want to pour a few more cups. Sometimes Jie Hai felt that he might not like drinking as far as he could, because every time he saw him holding a wine glass, he wrinkled his brows, but why didn't he refuse Yuno? It was funny and strange.

Around 6 pm, the teenager will enjoy a free dinner at the bar alone. Although it's only cooking with simple ingredients, the unknown chef in the bookstore always has a way to turn the ordinary into magic. The crystal-clear rice is soft and sweet. It is served with various toppings of light or salty or meat or vegetarian. The entrance is full of rich umami flavor, which makes the appetite wide open, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

Apart from admiring the superb craftsmanship of this master, Jie Hai would often enter the kitchen behind the curtain and look around with his head. But except for the stove, cupboard and sink, there is not even a single figure in it, which is really weird. Gradually, the boy didn't bother to guess, he would only happily eat the delicious food on the plate, and then sigh with emotion at this magical situation.

After dinner, Jie Hai will sit in the private room by the bar, take out today's schoolwork from his backpack and write down seriously. At this time, the bright and dazzling sunlight in the bookstore during the day will disappear in an instant, and the flowery crystal lamp hanging on the top of the private room will also light up a warm yellow light. Under the urging of the light, the guests all walked down the stairs, nodded at the young man, and then left the hall anxiously or slowly.

If you have free time after finishing your schoolwork, the teenager will take the newspaper from the wooden shelf, order a glass of juice and browse with relish. I don’t know who brought these newspapers in. Every large newspaper has: South Island Daily, Oriental Times, Traveler, Business Daily, and even tabloids that catch the wind, and every day must be the latest edition.

The news in the newspaper is diverse, mixed with sharp or vague comments from various editors, opening the horizons of young people. Occasionally, the teenager will remember some interesting anecdotes in his mind. These may be powerful weapons to break the embarrassing atmosphere with the guests in the future.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the Youth Club made a final round of inspections in the bookstore. He folded the newspapers in each compartment along the hall and stacked them neatly on a wooden shelf, and then went around the circular bookshelf to check if there were any books protruding at will. After confirming that everything is in order, the teenager will climb the stairs and use the light of the white street lamp to review the layers of wooden frames along the wall.

After going around and coming to the final conclusion that there was nothing unusual, the boy walked downstairs again with a smile in satisfaction. He hurried back to the locker room to change to the college uniform, put a small schoolbag on his back, walked to the kitchen and touched the puppet's head to say goodbye to it, and then left the magical shop in a stride.

By the time Jiehai took the last rail car back to the college, it was almost 11 o'clock. The teenager ran back to the dormitory building along the quiet boulevard. He would say goodnight to Granny Ye again, and then slipped into his den with a smile amidst the old man's nagging reproach.

The boy closed the door and threw away his schoolbag. He took off his coat in twos and then jumped into the bathroom. After a while, there would be a tune out of tune from the sound of the rustling water. When he returned to the room refreshingly after the shower, he lay directly on the big soft bed, closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

After a while, he turned around and took out a small calendar from the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and then took a pen to draw a small red circle on that day's date. While staring at the last row of the calendar with a grin, the boy happily calculated the remaining days before he was paid.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Jie Hai was already smiling and sinking into a sweet dream accompanied by the clear insects. The faint moonlight shone on the bed through the glass window, slowly shaking with the sparse shadow of the tree outside the window, as if a big hand gently patted the boy, soothing him to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow will be another busy day, right? Tonight, and have a good dream...