(Note: The English version follows the Chinese text below / 英文版内容在中文下方)
[华语版本 / Chinese Version]
第一章 · 声谑的低语
课堂上,阳光从半开的百叶窗投射进来,在黑板上留下斑驳的光影.老师正滔滔不绝地讲解一种几乎被遗忘的远古文字——声谑文字.
"这种文字,在千年前只存在于典籍与壁画中,如今几乎无人能读." 老师的声音低沉而缓慢,仿佛刻意营造出某种神秘感.
就在此时——
耳边突然响起一阵微弱而奇异的低语,像是有人隔着时空在呼唤.声音并不清晰,却在他的脑海中自动化为意义.那一瞬间,他的心口骤然一紧.
他愣住了,转头看向身边的同桌——林墨.
林墨的表情一如既往地冷静,甚至带着点漠然.但他微不可察地蹙了蹙眉.
"你...听到了吗?"他低声问.
林墨沉默片刻,目光微微一闪,像是在衡量该不该回应.
"我听不懂."林墨声音轻淡,"可我...知道它的意思."
这句话让他心底一震.听不懂,却知道意思?
而讲台上的老师还在继续:"这些文字如今早已失传,你们谁能看得懂呢?恐怕没人能回答吧..."
全班鸦雀无声.只有他们两人,心照不宣地沉默着.
下课铃声响起,教室瞬间热闹起来.大家纷纷收拾书本,只有千齐张还坐在座位上,手指轻轻摩挲着课桌的木纹,眼神若有所思.
林墨也没有立刻离开.他推了推眼镜,目光却一直落在千齐张身上,像是在等一句话.
"林墨."千齐张终于开口,声音压得极低,"刚刚的事,不要声张."
林墨点了点头,神情依旧平静:"嗯,我听你的."
这份干脆的信任,让千齐张心里微微一颤.林墨虽然是出了名的学霸,但在人情世故上几乎一片空白,总是直来直去.也正因为如此,他才会毫不犹豫地听从千齐张的嘱咐.
可他们的低语,终究没有完全瞒过去.
"喂,你们两个...刚才在说什么啊?"
我忍不住插话,好奇心压过了一切.刚刚在课堂上,他们的表情就透着古怪,现在又神神秘秘的.
千齐张一愣,随即露出一个带点无奈的笑.
"好啦...就是我啦."
林墨微微侧头,没有否认,只是安静地望着.
空气忽然安静了一瞬,仿佛三个世界被悄悄连在了一起.
就在空气逐渐凝固的那一刻,黑板上的粉笔字突然轻轻颤动了一下.
没有人碰过它,但那一行"声谑文字"的古老符号,却仿佛被什么力量唤醒,微微扭曲,重新排列.
一秒后,那些符号拼出了一个新的句子——
「你们,听见了吗?」
教室内风声骤停,仿佛整座空间都屏住了呼吸.
千齐张猛地抬头,眼神瞬间变得锐利.
林墨则轻轻吸了口气,像是早已预料到,却依旧心头一沉.
而我,心脏猛然一跳——
原来,秘密才刚刚开始.
————————————————————
[English Version / 英文版]
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Script
In the classroom, sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds, casting dappled shadows across the chalkboard. The teacher was droning on about a nearly forgotten ancient language—the Whispering Script.
"This script existed only in ancient texts and murals a thousand years ago," the teacher's voice was low and slow, intentionally creating an air of mystery. "Today, almost no one can read it."
At that exact moment—
A faint, bizarre whisper suddenly tickled his ear, like a call echoing across time and space. The sound wasn't clear, yet it was automatically translated into meaning within his mind. In that instant, his chest tightened.
Stunned, he turned to look at his desk-mate—Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's expression remained as calm and indifferent as ever, but his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Did you... hear that?" he whispered.
Lin Mo remained silent for a moment, his eyes flickering as if weighing whether to respond.
"I don't understand it," Lin Mo said softly. "But... I know what it means."
Those words sent a jolt through his heart. You don't understand it, but you know the meaning?
Meanwhile, the teacher continued: "These characters are long lost to time. Who among you could possibly understand them? I'm afraid no one can..."
The class fell into a heavy silence. Only the two of them remained quiet, sharing a secret they both understood.
The bell rang, and the classroom instantly erupted into chatter. As everyone packed their books, Qian Qizhang remained in his seat, his fingers tracing the wood grain of the desk, lost in thought.
Lin Mo didn't leave immediately either. He pushed up his glasses, his gaze fixed on Qian Qizhang, waiting for a word.
"Lin Mo," Qian Qizhang finally spoke, his voice barely audible. "Don't mention what just happened to anyone."
Lin Mo nodded, his expression steady: "Alright, I'll listen to you."
That blunt trust made Qian Qizhang's heart tremble slightly. Lin Mo was a renowned top student but a total blank slate when it came to social cues; he was always direct. That was exactly why he obeyed without hesitation.
However, their whispers didn't go entirely unnoticed.
"Hey, what were you two... talking about just now?"
I couldn't help but cut in, my curiosity overriding everything else. Their expressions had been strange during the lecture, and now they were acting all secretive.
Qian Qizhang startled, then flashed a somewhat helpless smile.
"Alright... it's just me."
Lin Mo tilted his head slightly, not denying it, just watching quietly.
The air grew still for a moment, as if three different worlds were being silently stitched together.
Just as the atmosphere began to solidify, the chalk writing on the blackboard suddenly trembled.
No one had touched it, but that row of ancient "Whispering Script" symbols seemed awakened by some unseen force. They twisted slightly, rearranging themselves.
A second later, the symbols formed a new sentence—
"Can you... hear me?"
The wind in the classroom died down. It was as if the entire space was holding its breath.
Qian Qizhang snapped his head up, his gaze turning razor-sharp.
Lin Mo took a shallow breath; he had expected this, yet his heart still sank.
And as for me, my heart skipped a beat—
It turned out the secret was only just beginning.