first love

There was going to be a class meeting on Friday night, and Wen Lan sneezed as soon as he entered the lecture theater.The air conditioner here is too cold, just coming in from the outside, it feels like a world of ice and fire.

"I didn't bring a coat, alas." He touched his arm. The short-sleeved clothes he was wearing today made goose bumps appear on his bare skin when he touched the air-conditioning.

Xie Nanqun turned sideways and let him walk into the inner seat: "It seems difficult to adjust the temperature here, you put on my clothes first." Then, he opened his backpack, took out a thin hooded jacket and put it on Wen Lan's arm .

Wen Lan shook his clothes in surprise. It was a bit bigger than his size, and it blocked part of the wind when he put it on his body. It was indeed much warmer. "Brother Qun, how do you remember..." The other party was obviously not that careful.

"You stuffed it in my bag last time, forgot?" Xie Nanqun was used to playing basketball and went directly to the air-conditioned classroom. Wen Lan said that he would catch cold easily, and insisted that he bring a piece of clothing.After being told several times, Xie Nanqun listened to it, and did not contradict it.

"Thank you." Wen Lan tightened the jacket on his body, as if he could feel the other person's body temperature, he couldn't help but lowered his head and secretly smiled.

Seeing that the other party put on clothes that didn't fit, he looked even smaller, like a cat lazily lying on the table, Xie Nanqun licked his lips, always felt that the air conditioner here was not too cold, otherwise why would he feel a little hot?

The high-level meeting seemed high-level, but in fact the content was very empty. The counselor gave some disciplinary matters, and then sent tasks to the party secretary, and the meeting ended early.Wen Lan glanced at the phone, and it was more than 40 minutes earlier than scheduled, and shook his head: "Sure enough, it won't take that much time."

"What's this called? Blowing water?" Xie Nanqun recalled the dialect here.

Wen Lan curled up his mouth and smiled: "Well, brother Qun is already half a southerner."

Hearing the words, the other party teased: "It is said that learning dialects starts with swearing, but it's a pity that Xiao Lanzi is a civilized person, and he will blush for a long time if he says a damn thing."

Wen Lan didn't dare to joke with him anymore after being repelled by the general, and hurriedly got up and pretended to be busy: "The secretary of the regiment is in front, let's go to the meeting." Because the counselor just issued a notice to hold the evaluation of the regiment branch, so The secretary of the league branch sent a message in the class committee group, asking them to stay for a small meeting to discuss which type of activities to participate in.

The business is important, Xie Nanqun gave him a look of "letting you go for now", and followed.

The group secretary of Class [-] of China World Trade Center is a very petite girl, but she does things quickly and has a strong ability to execute.Xie Nanqun always felt that this person was a bit like his sister, and he felt frightened after getting in touch with her too much.

"...Ahem, did you hear about the grade meeting just now? Now there are several directions, one is charity, such as visiting the lonely elderly; the other is innovation, such as the water rocket competition and paper airplane that other classes have done before. Wait; the other one is for fun, let's set a high-level theme, and then we can write a report and have materials to write PPT." She spread out her notebook and doodled while talking.

It stands to reason that people would usually choose the third option, but this time someone suggested to visit the widowed elderly: "Although it sounds hypocritical...but I think this is the most meaningful, and it can add volunteer time."

"For utilitarianism or for showing love, the first is the best."

"I feel so too."

Wen Lan has always donated money to those in need through reliable websites. Although the money is not much, he has persisted for a long time and naturally likes the suggestion of going to a nursing home: "If we want to say that it is completely selfless, we will definitely not be able to do it. Just, Just do good things within your ability, the result will be good, there is no need to get too entangled in other things.”

The secretary of the Communist Youth League agreed: "Yes, it's meaningless to worry about too much. We didn't go to the time of volunteering. It's enough to accompany the elderly and make them happy."

After thinking for a moment, the others nodded.

After the small meeting in the class was over, the two left the classroom.The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and the trees between the teaching buildings seem to be covered with silver gauze, and when the wind blows, they sway their skirts like a beautiful girl.Wen Lan still had Xie Nanqun's coat on his body, and he was reluctant to take it off. Seeing that the other party didn't mention it, he pretended to be stupid and kept wrapping it up: "Brother Qun, are you cold?" He was still afraid that the other party would catch a cold.

"It's not cold, it's much better than you." Xie Nanqun laughed and said, "You zip up the zipper and be careful of the wind blowing in."

"Why is it so cold tonight..."

"Maybe it's going to rain?"

After being silent for a while, Wen Lan said again: "I went to a welfare home before. At that time, the school organized it. In fact, many children were not seriously ill, maybe they had a cleft lip, or maybe they had a small heart problem. They were sent because they didn't have money at home. Abandoned." He used to feel pitiful pessimistically, but since that time, he has never had that kind of thought.

At least now he has someone to help him pay his tuition when he goes to college. He is already very lucky.

Xie Nanqun's tone was more serious: "My family... the company often donates money, and there are various charity evenings in the circle. I have accompanied my sister to attend several times. By the way, I don't speak the dialect here. When the time comes, I will go to a nursing home If so, just donate the coolies and the money.”

Wen Lan turned to look at the other party: "Brother Qun is a good person." It also helped him a lot.

"The good man gave you the coat back. Is there anything in return?"

"...Boil sugar water for you?"

Xie Nanqun rubbed the head of the person beside him: "Okay." He frowned again, "It's raining lightly." Fortunately, both of them had umbrellas - of course, he himself would remember to bring an umbrella, which was completely influenced by Wen Lan.

Wen Lan turned sideways, reached out to touch it, and took out a dark folding umbrella.At this time, he noticed a girl from the same class walking by, who seemed to be without an umbrella, and waited on the first floor with a helpless face, so he whispered: "Brother Qun, I'll hold an umbrella with you, lend this to her?"

"Row."

So, the two walked slowly into the rain, holding the umbrella handle tightly with both hands.The umbrella tilted towards the short side, then was pushed in the opposite direction, and finally stood between the two amidst faint laughter.