Toronto Love Story Chapter 19: If I go on (below)

Text /X-ray (pretending to be still in Ottawa)

2012165438+1October 10, I officially graduated. The graduation ceremony of the University of Ottawa was held in the magnificent National Arts Center. The average time in this place is used for symphony and opera performances, so its level is first-class. When I stepped into this national art center, I felt full of solemn feelings, which made people pay tribute to the pursuit of learning. Tonight I am honored to be a part of it.

On this graduation night, all engineering graduates will put on graduation dresses and sit in the front row on the first floor of the venue, waiting for the dean to call the roll, then take a photo with the dean one by one, and finally go backstage to get their diplomas.

Interestingly, at the beginning of the graduation ceremony, the dean will ask all graduates to stand up, then turn to face their relatives and friends and accept their thunderous applause. This applause will last for half a minute. If you are in it, you will also be very touched by this atmosphere: looking back on the hard road to study in the past, I didn't expect to finish my studies smoothly and get a degree certificate.

"Hugo! Hugo. This way! "

I looked in the direction of the sound. On the guest table, I saw Lulu waving to me, while Zhang Zhiming and Liang Yongren stood beside her. Tickets for relatives of graduates are all lined up, so if Zhou Yueai comes, she should stand next to Liang Yongren at this moment. At this time, I also excitedly waved my thanks to Lulu and others. Although Zhou Yueai didn't come, at least my good friend did.

This is a night of gratitude. Looking back now, I still have to clearly remember that the dean called my name "Hugo Lin", and I also clearly remember that I got my diploma backstage after shaking hands with the dean at every step of my life. By the way, YouTube also broadcast the graduation ceremony live, so I could watch myself on the stage countless times.

After the graduation ceremony, all the graduates, relatives and friends crowded in the lobby of the National Art Center, because there were many set boards of the University of Ottawa for everyone to take a group photo. Lulu, Zhang Zhiming and Liang Yongren and I specially chose a set board similar to a press conference and took high-profile photos together. Now, this photo has been printed by me and brought back to Guangzhou.

Because there were too many people in the lobby, we arranged the celebration in advance. Before leaving the lobby of the National Art Center, I looked back at the crowd. To tell you the truth, I wish I could capture the figure of Zhou Yue's love among the people coming and going.

Our so-called celebration is to go to the bar in Bayward Market without getting drunk. The walking distance from the National Art Center to Bayward Market proves once again that Ottawa is really small.

When we went to the bar, Samantha and Liang Yongren's girlfriend GiGi was already waiting for us there. When Samantha saw me, she immediately ran to me, gave me a big hug and said to me:

"Congratulations, Hugo, our university bully, you deserve it!"

"Thank you, thank you Samantha!"

"By the way, Hugo, who did you give the fourth ticket to?"

"Well ..."

Just when I didn't know how to answer, Samantha continued, "I heard Zhiming say that no one came. Why don't you give me the ticket? Are we not friends enough? "

"Haha, no, we are friends."

"Then to show sincerity, you can punish yourself with a bottle later, haha!"

These conversations between me and Smantha became my only memory in the bar that night, because I was drunk by them, and I didn't even know if I threw up. When I woke up, I was already lying in my bed.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

Listening to the groans coming from the next room, I sat up in bed and looked at the bedside table next to me, where my diploma, mobile phone and wallet were placed. It seems that everything is intact. When I reached for my mobile phone, I suddenly had a sharp pain in my head and almost dropped my mobile phone.

I'd better drink less in the future. I shouldn't drink so much when I'm happy. I put my hand on my temple and slowly recovered.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

Zhang Zhiming and Samantha must have thought I was hung over, so they enjoyed their intimate time with confidence. I think I'd better take it easy and wait until they finish packing, so as not to let them know that I'm awake, and it will be embarrassing then.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

When I unlocked my phone, I found it was 3: 30 in the morning, and there were five missed calls from Zhou Yue Love and a bunch of unread WeChat.

Looking at the words "Zhou Yueai", I suddenly felt a burst of sadness, which is an unspeakable feeling of sadness. The most terrible thing about ambiguity is not to play casually, but to move your heart. So, I didn't care if it was 3: 30 in the morning, so I impulsively called her back. After a few beeps, I heard what I wanted to hear.

"Writer, are you still up?"

"Yes, and you? Call me? "

"hmm."

"What's the matter?"

The other end was silent for more than ten seconds, and then she replied:

"I miss you."

The simple words "I miss you" hit me like a boulder, which made me inexplicably sadder, perhaps because I knew it seemed too late.

See I didn't say a word, she went on to say:

"Actually, I came here tonight."

"Ah?" I haven't reacted yet.

"I said, actually, I came to attend your graduation ceremony tonight, but it had already started when I arrived, so I found an empty aisle seat and saw you on the stage."

"Then why don't you send me a WeChat? Don't you want to take a picture with me? "

"I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." After Zhou Yueai said a few words of "sorry", she began to choke up.

"Are you all right?" I asked with concern.

"I'm fine."

"By the way," I continued after a pause, "I haven't had a chance to tell you that I will fly back to Guangzhou in the morning."

"So suddenly?" Zhou Yueai was extremely surprised.

"Yes, go back for a month." I added.

"A month?"

"yes."

Then, there was another silence on the other end of the phone. Zhou Yue loves and I both know that a month's separation from a foreign land means that we don't have enough time to seize the hottest stage to break through ambiguity and sublimate ambiguity. Does this mean the game is over?

Although I am unwilling, what can I do? Besides, it also depends on what she expects me to do.

"I'm leaving in a few hours, MISS ZHOU. Do you have anything to say to me? " I asked.

"I have a lot to tell you, but this is not where you are going."

"Then why did you call me five times?" I asked again.

"Because I miss you."

"If you miss me, come to me now."

"It's early in the morning."

"Then I'll take a taxi to find you now." I said decisively.

"How can you get on the plane when you come to me?"

"The plane flight is dead, but people are alive."

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you always have to consider so many constraints? Aren't you tired? " My tone is full of helplessness.

"What should I do if I am tired?" Her tone is also full of helplessness.

"You can change a lot of things. I don't have to get on the plane if you like. I just need your answer. "

I admit, I said this sentence, it is extremely irrational, but, just when I was most impulsive and desperate, she flinched:

"I am tired, Hugo. I'm going to sleep. "

I was disappointed with her answer. This time, it was my turn to be silent.

She went on to say, "Have a nice trip and good night."

At the moment when Zhou Yueai took the initiative to hang up, I knew that this dream was coming to an end.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

Passport, work visa, mobile phone, mobile phone computer, graduation certificate, a Tiffiny necklace, some clothes, some shorts, some bottles of ice wine and some bottles of maple syrup, that's all my luggage. After packing my suitcase, I picked up my mobile phone again, opened WeChat, and looked for unread messages:

Hugo, please send me the flight number. Your father will pick you up alone, so I won't go. I'll go home and make you something to eat. )

Hugo, when exactly will you arrive? I asked you to send the flight number. Why hasn't it been sent yet? )

(Hugo husband, happy graduation! ! ! Send me some photos of the graduation ceremony, and I will send them to my circle of friends to celebrate! ! ! )

By the way, Hugo, I have reserved a VIP room at the Star Hotel. Have a good sleep when you get home, and then we'll meet there directly at night, okay? How about eight o'clock? )

Hugo, are you drunk? Did you buy it after you packed it? Then when you wake up, remember to write back to me. Oh, I'm worried about you. Love You! )

Hugo, I finally brought you home. I will wake you up early tomorrow morning. You should be mentally prepared. Good night )

Writer, are you asleep? )

This last unread message comes from Zhou Yue's love. Looking at our dialog box, I clicked on her WeChat avatar and went to the settings page about her. Want to add her to the "blacklist", hesitated for a long time, still can't do it. Finally, I cleared all the chat records with her.

What Zhou Yue and I loved was wrong from the beginning. For me, my dream is over, and it's time to return to reality, and then solve the problems in reality: the problems between me and Tong Tong, the problems between Tong Tong and my parents, whether I will go back to China to develop, and how can I continue to pay for OTTAWAZINE.

By the end of my graduation ceremony, OTTAWAZINE was well-known among students in Ottawa, and the number of subscribers had exceeded 2,000. Therefore, engaging in OTTAWAZINE is really promising. I can run it wholeheartedly as a career, but it is difficult to start a business, how can I make a profit? How can I survive if I can't make a profit? I can't graduate, but I have to rely on my parents' money to selfishly fulfill my entrepreneurial desire.

As a media, intuitively speaking, it is definitely necessary to make a profit by selling advertisements, but there are so few Chinese in OTTAWAZINE the market is so small. There are at least five Chinese media: three free newspapers, a forum and our WeChat in Ottawa.

I have been in Ottawa for more than a year and have never read any Chinese newspapers. In the era when everyone plays mobile phones, the decline of paper media is irreversible. But these newspapers in Ottawa are full of advertisements, from insurance brokers to car sales, from lawyers to real estate agents, from restaurants to accounting firms and so on. So every newspaper has fewer articles than advertisements, and the quality of articles is terrible.

The Chinese market in Ottawa is really a magical market. Most of the old immigrant circles have formed a relatively closed and conservative thinking. Perhaps most businesses that advertise in newspapers know that no one reads newspapers at all, but they just don't want to find another way.

So you wait for others to develop your good, and you will come to you for advertising. This development is too passive and too slow.

We need to actively attack and steal customers from other media, which requires our three founders to jump out of the China student circle and then integrate into the more mature business circle in China, and get to know more individuals or companies who can pay for advertising. We should take the initiative to let them know that advertising on OTTAWAZINE is effective and advertising on OTTAWAZINE is rewarding.

Later, the reading of an article by OTTAWAZINE can be equivalent to the total circulation of their three newspapers. If a merchant is willing to put an advertisement for a small card at the bottom of this article, then the merchant can become famous overnight in Ottawa. Therefore, just OTTAWAZINE's WeChat contains a huge advertising industry chain.

To tell the truth, I have full confidence in OTTAWAZINE. At least in the early morning when I was about to return to China, I realized that my desire to return to China for development was not so strong. Therefore, I will start to solve the problems between me and Tong Tong, and between Tong Tong and my parents in China.

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