Song of Time - Dusk Awakening Verse - Chapter 10
A busy day for Gian began in the misty morning.
At 6 o’clock in the morning, the boy got up early before the sun rose. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he put on the blue uniform of grade two and trotted downstairs. He would say good morning to Granny Ye with a smile by the door, and then start his daily running and morning exercise along the stone road beside the waterside pavilion.
Around 7 o’clock, the young man who had finished his exercise and had breakfast in the dining hall downstairs would go back to his room to have a rest. At 7:30, he carried his schoolbags on time and went straight to the teaching building in high spirits.
The Royal University began to have classes at 8:30 every working day. There were 3 classes in the morning, and each course was 50 minutes, with a break of 10 minutes. The class began at 1 o’clock in the afternoon, and there were only 2 classes.
Gian climbed all the way to the 5th floor along the stone stairs of the building. Class four in grade 2 was located in the middle of the fifth floor of the Eastern building. Gian greeted his classmates with a smile and walked quickly into the classroom. He sat on the chair near the window in the last row, opened his schoolbag, and began to concentrate on his study.
At 8:30 in the morning, the little fat boy Lu Ang ran into the classroom until the bell rang. He nervously glanced at the wooden platform in front of the classroom. After confirming its safety, he immediately pretended as if nothing had happened. He slowly walked to Gian’s side and sat down, ignoring the contemptuous gazes of the students around him. Then, the teacher would always walk into the classroom and start the class as if she had made an appointment with the little fat guy.
Although Gian was usually a little confused, he did have extraordinary talent in studying. He not only listed the teacher’s questions clearly but also wrote notes in an orderly and transparent way. The little fat guy teased him from time to time. If he could print and sell his notes before the exam, he might make a small amount of money.
Around 12 o’clock in the afternoon, it was lunchtime. The students either took out their lunch boxes and enjoyed themselves, or went downstairs together to have a meal in the canteen on the ground floor. The lunch of the Royal University was always provided for free. No matter cold, hot, sweet, or salty, all the dishes were placed on the long linen table at your choice. Every time at this time, Lu Ang would pile up a ladder-shaped roast meat tower, and then glance at Gina with a look of disdain, Gian would always have a nutritious food plate in his hand.
During the break time after lunch, Lu Ang would take out several bottles of sweet juice and share them with Gian. His family was a famous fruit and melon family in the capital. He ran several villas and orchards in the suburbs of the capital and could never lack fresh juice in a year. At the same time, Gian would also explain some difficult problems in his homework to him in detail. Although the results were not ideal, because the little fat guy would always fall asleep as soon as he listened as if his voice was the best lullaby.
It was almost 3 o’clock when the two classes were over. After saying goodbye to the little fat guy and putting away his schoolbag, he hurried to the elevator on the side of the building. He went straight to the rooftop to report to the student union daily. Sometimes, this process wasn’t that easy. The young man would often meet his master, Lord Yu Ming, who had a bored look on his face in the tower’s hall. He was stopped and mocked by Yu-Ming. At this time, he would have to rely on Jin Yuan, who came “coincidence,” to help him out of the predicament.
After finished signing the student union in and came out of, Gian would still take the train all the way to the old temple, and then pass through the tablets in the backyard and enter the study. Usually, it was almost 4 o’clock at this time. After entering the hall, the young man skillfully ran to the fitting room inside to change the waiter’s clothes: white shirt, black trousers, gray tuxedo, black leather shoes, and a light blue tie. All these were the friendly sponsorship for the crown prince. After putting on a set of clothes, the young man would put a few shapes in front of the mirror to train himself. As the saying went, “a man depends on his clothes.” the young man in a small dress looked quite elegant.
Next was the daily cleaning and sorting. He would first start from the circular bookshelves on both sides of the bar counter, arrange the books in order one by one, and then go upstairs to the second floor. Along the Yellow gravel road, he would manage the big bookshelf on the wall while walking. Although the plants and flowers in this small garden study were as luxuriant and as joys, there was no withered leaves or petals on the ground strangely. They always maintained the same smooth, just as the shop manager said no need to take care of them.
Sometimes, the young man would meet a few guests standing or sitting here. He would show a shy smile to greet the guests and ask, “what can I do for you?”.The guest usually shook his head seriously or gently, with a sense of “please do not disturb.”Seeing this, the young man smiled and nodded again, as if nothing had happened. He walked forward and continued to complete his work.
There weren’t many guests in the Song of Times, but it was a complicated one with all kinds of strange characters. In this short period of working time, he had seen many dignified military officers in gorgeous leather fur robes, fat and smiling politicians, luxurious merchants in gold and silver jewelry and large cigars, hasty craftsmen with messy hair, and scholars in plain clothes and glasses.
The guests sometimes sat down in the dining room on the first floor to have a rest. They would order a special ice cocktail from the study. They would talk in a low voice, or take out the newspaper of that day from the small wooden frame by the window and would read it alone quietly. At this time, Gian would pick up the seemingly easy-going guests to have a few chats. Most of the time, they would receive a kind response from the other. There would also be some talkative guests who pulled the young man to spit bitter water at him, complaining about the recent situation, or bragging to him from all directions.
Although these guests seemed to have different identities, they all had their own unique characteristics. Through their conversation, the young man could hear many secrets or adventures from all walks of life and learn many knowledge and principles. Besides, he also discovered that the guests in the study seemed to come from different places. There were people from different countries as if this small study was connected to the entire continent.
“I’ve never seen anyone else at the divine temple’s transmission tablet. Maybe there is more than one entrance to the time song! “The young man thought to himself.
Every weekend, Shane and others would rush to the study. They would always bring many large and small wooden or iron boxes with them. They would come in and greet Gian in a hurry. Before he could respond, they would rush up to the second floor, leaving the puzzled young man guessing alone.
If the manager, Yuno, happened to be in the hall at this time, he would quietly drag Jin Yuan and invite him to taste the latest cocktail party he had come up with. If he was praised by Jin Yuan, he would pretend to be unconcerned and humble a few words and then fill another teacup with satisfaction. But if Jin Yuan was a little hesitant, he would nervously pucker his mouth and keep asking. He would try his best to make the other party drink a few more glasses, but he had to say a reason. Sometimes, Gian felt that Jin Yuan didn’t like drinking at all as far as he could, because every time he saw him holding a glass of wine, he would frown. But why didn’t he refuse him? It was both funny and strange.
Around 6 o’clock in the afternoon, the boy would have a free dinner at the bar counter alone. Although the materials were simple, the famous chef in the study could always turn ordinary into magic. The glittering rice was soft and sweet, accompanied by all kinds of water, vegetables, light, salty, meat, or vegetable. The taste was full of rich, fresh taste, making people have a big appetite, and their lips and teeth were fragrant.
While admiring the master’s superb cooking skills, Gian often went into the kitchen behind the curtain and craned his head to check around. But there was no one in the kitchen except for the stove, cupboard, and the sink. It was really weird. Gradually, the young man didn’t want to guess anymore. He could only happily eat the delicious dishes on the plate and sigh at this magical situation.
After dinner, Gian sat in a private room beside the bar counter. He took out his backpack to write today’s homework carefully. At this time, the bright and dazzling sunshine in the study would disappear in an instant, and the crystal lights hanging on the top of the private room would also light up a warm yellow light. Urged by the light, the guests all went downstairs, nodded at the young man slightly, and then left the hall in a hurry or slowly.
After finishing his homework, the boy would take the newspaper from the wooden rack and order a juice glass to read with great interest. These newspapers were sent in by someone unknown. Many large-scale newspapers, such as The South Island Daily, The Oriental Time, The Travelers, The Business Daily, and even the gossip newspaper, must be the latest version every day.
There were various kinds of news in the newspaper, mixed with sharp or vague comments, making the young man open his eyes wide. Occasionally, the young man would see some interesting anecdotes and keep them in mind silently. These might be a powerful weapon to break the embarrassing atmosphere with the guests later.
At 10 o’clock in the evening, the young man would finally inspect the study. He folded the newspapers in each private room along the hall on the wooden shelf and folded them neatly. Then he walked around the circular bookshelf to check if any books were protruding randomly. After confirming that everything was in order, the boy would climb the stairs and check the layers of wooden frames along the wall with white street lamps.
After making a detour and concluding that there was no abnormality, Gian went downstairs with a smile with satisfaction. He hurried back to the dressing room to change into the school’s uniform, took his schoolbag, and went to the kitchen to touch the little puppet’s head to say goodbye to it. Then he strode out of this magical shop.
It was almost 11 o’clock when Gian got back to the school by the last train. The young man ran back to the dormitory building along the quiet boulevard road. He would say good night to Granny Ye again and then slip into his own nest with a smile in the old woman’s nagging reproach.
He closed the door and threw away his schoolbag. After taking off his coat quickly, he jumped into the bathroom. Not long after, a tune of running could be heard in the sound of the water. After taking a shower and returning to his room, he lay down directly on the big soft bed, closed his eyes, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, he turned around and took out a small calendar from the bedside’s wooden cabinet. Then he took a pen and drew a small red circle on the date of that day. The young man grinned as he stared at the last row of the calendar, happily calculating the remaining days before he got his salary.
At 11 o’clock in the evening, Gian had already sunk into a sweet dream with clear chirps of insects. The faint moon shone on the bed through the glass window, and the sparse tree shadows outside the window slowly swayed. It was like a big hand gently patting a young man to comfort him to sleep.
Maybe tomorrow would be another busy day? Have a good dream tonight…