add to the chaos

1.

The coldness of winter does not lie in the swishing cold wind and the sprinkling of snowflakes, but the ubiquitous low temperature that cannot even be warmed up by disco dancing, as well as the lonely streets and withered trees.

The sports school at six o'clock in the morning was still pitch black, and the sudden heavy snow last night covered every corner, covering the university full of sweat and hormones with calm whiteness.

And the only unique thing about the whole university is the playground that was built in such a way. Under the strong illumination of the searchlights, the whole playground is like daytime.The track was packed with gym students going about their morning jog routine.But this was of no use, I saw the youthful and strong students wearing shorts and short-sleeved sportswear, each of them was as cold as if they had touched a switch, moving forward slowly, trembling.

It can be seen how frustrating the north in winter is.

——And this is not an excuse for Li Tian to be late.

Hearing the crowing sound of chickens being strangled in the playground, Li Tian wrapped up his down jacket again, turned around and walked back without hesitation.

As he walked, he ran in small steps, ran into the teaching building closest to the playground, went up the stairs on the right side of the corridor, climbed to the third floor, came out, and turned into the men's bathroom next door.

Li Tian took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket. With his slender thumb and forefinger, he caught the cigarette case, rubbed it up and down skillfully, and a cigarette popped out.

He casually stuck it against the wall, put the cigarette in his mouth, touched his coat pocket, touched his trousers pocket, took out his wallet and looked through it, and finally sighed like an appointment.

Xiaojing refused to let Hu Dawei smoke and confiscated all his smoking supplies. Yesterday Hu Dawei was so suffocated that he came to him with red eyes as if he was smoking a big cigarette. Used the lighter for more than half a year.

Li Tian raised his head and touched the cold wall, smoking a cigarette dryly to relieve his loneliness.

The third floor is the equipment laboratory. People prefer to go to the bathroom on the first floor to go to the bathroom, and the whole building has to be cleaned frequently, so there is no smell here, and it is still clean. When Li Tian doesn't want to go to class, he will Come here to smoke a cigarette, or simply stand against the wall to let yourself go, and never meet anyone.

So when he heard the noise approaching, he was stunned.

The rustling sound approached.

He even forgot to move, his eyes were fixed on the door, and there seemed to be a flash of fear that was too fast to grasp, but he clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, like a head ready to pounce on the enemy at any time lion.

"Fuck your mother, climb faster for me!" An arrogant male voice sounded.

"I'm all...I've given it all to you, don't look for me, brother, brother, let me go." It was also a male voice, full of fear and begging for forgiveness.

"Let go of your mother's P! I've been too gentle with you lately, haven't you... Climb quickly!" said the boy who was still at the beginning.

Next, a boy who was different from before said: "Brother Hong, don't talk nonsense with him, he just needs a beating."

The echo sounded.

The sound of chaotic footsteps was getting closer and closer, and then the half-acting door was pushed open, and the smile on the face of the first person who came in immediately froze. Li Tianshi, on the contrary, continued to look panicked.

But Li Tian had already withdrawn his gaze, and turned his head to look at himself in the mirror.

Seeing that the first person didn't move, the person who seemed to be the "boss" asked a question, but seeing that the younger brother didn't answer, he pushed him away and squeezed in.

Then it gets awkward.

Li Tian looked through the mirror and saw Fu Hongzhi who would be listed as a human virus by a girl from the Appearance Association, and felt that the toilets in the sports school might really be poorly repaired.

A skinny boy who had to kiss the bathroom floor to express his respect for solving physiological problems ended his performance. He raised his head, his glasses were hanging on his face, and his dirty face was facing Li Tian. His lips were pursed, his eyes flashed with expectation and pleading.

He was drenched, embarrassed, and shivering in the cold winter.

Li Tian has a little impression of this boy. It seems that the family has a little money, and it is Fu Hongzhi's regular cash machine.

He looked down at him, the ink in his pupils deepened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The air in the bathroom seemed to be frozen, and the bullying just now seemed to have never happened.

"Li Tian'er, mind your own business." Fu Hongzhi said suddenly.

It may be that the experience of being beaten last time was too deep. Every time Fu Hongzhi saw Li Tian, ​​he felt his whole body tense, so he hadn't provoked him recently.

Li Tian didn't pay attention to him at all, but bent over and slowly approached the weak boy, the boy's eyes seemed to be brighter than before.

He tilted his head and approached the boy's ear, the boy flinched a bit, and then heard Li Tian's voice that was as cold as the temperature at this time: "Cowardly waste."

As soon as the words fell, the light in the boy's eyes went out instantly, and the whole person collapsed like a leaking balloon, his kneeling legs softened, and he sat down on the ground slumped.

Li Tian straightened up and walked out without looking back. The younger brothers consciously gave way, watched his leaving back, and did not speak for a long time.

I don't know who suddenly reacted like waking up from a big dream. It has been a long time since I was startled. Only the person paralyzed on the ground can prove that Li Tian really came.

2.

Cowardly waste.

Although he said it close to the boy's ear, Li Tian obviously didn't care about other people, so everyone in the bathroom could hear him clearly.

——That was a sentence so cold that it seemed to turn the air into ice.

When Li Tian walked out of the sports school, he suddenly laughed.

The relieved, weird, self-deprecating laughter attracted curious and even contemptuous looks from people on the street, and all of them were as indifferent as winter, or even better than winter.

He skipped class naturally, turned off his cell phone—of course, no one could contact him when it was on, for some reason, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the cold and silent front door opposite him, and then wandered away.

......

Business on the 8th is better in winter, people may tend to be brighter, good at pursuing beautiful things, love warmth, and hate bleakness.

For many people, desserts are extremely gentle things. While giving people spiritual pleasure, they can also achieve the purpose of soothing pain. It can be anything, it is anything.

——Of course, eating too much will definitely cause tooth decay.

After seeing off three waves of customers, Li Tian put the cake blank into the oven and returned to the counter.

There was a half-painted mango mousse in his hand. He looked at it for a while, then picked up the pen and continued the painting.

He doesn't like painting very much. The reason why he used hand-painted as the "menu" of No. 8 is entirely because he is too lazy to go to the print shop seven streets away, and he can kill time when he is in a panic. Using hand-painted to introduce No. 8's desserts has achieved surprising results. Those little girls seem to buy it, there are many repeat customers, and the repeat customers bring more new customers.

This is thanks to Li Xiaodan for doing the only two correct things in his life: one is to thank her for being vulgar, keen to hang out in major shopping malls, and to send him away with a picture album and a few pencils; The rough fake woman regards sweets as her life, and she doesn't let go after eating high blood lipids, forcing Li Tian to feel ashamed and enroll in a cram school to learn how to make desserts.Fortunately, Li Tian has a bit of talent, and his job is not bad, which may be one of the reasons why there are so many repeat customers.

The door was pushed open, and the cold air rushed in, and Li Tian, ​​who was wearing a thin sweater, was blown into a shiver.

"It's delicious."

Two girls came in, one was tall, with a delicate and pleasing appearance, and the other was ordinary, but upon closer inspection, there was something special about it.The two standing together can be regarded as a beautiful scenery.

After seeing it, Li Tian lowered his head and continued with the work at hand, and said without any emotion: "Welcome to watch."

The tall girl who was the first to speak knocked on the table and said with a smile, "Handsome guy, you are so indifferent."

Li Tian ignored him, changed to a fountain pen and began to draw the outline of the mango mousse.

"Hey, how did you manage to score 8.8 on Dax Dianping with your attitude?" Another girl was a little angry and complained with a puffy face.

"The ratings are calculated, the cake is unpalatable, and I closed the door tightly." Li Tian was a little impatient, and told him rationally that all girls are kinder than Li Xiaodan, don't get angry, don't get angry, don't get angry.

"...Did we find the wrong one?" After a while, the girl just asked.

The tall girl was also a little skeptical, but she still insisted, "That's right, Qiu Cen said it's here, No. 8."

Hearing "Qiu Cen", Li Tian, ​​who had been bowing his head, finally moved, pushed the frame of his glasses with his right index finger, and asked in confirmation, "Jiang Da Qiu Cen?"

"No."

Li Tian blinked, a little confused.

I haven't contacted Qiu Cen in the past few days. Where did the little girl come from?

Only then did the tall slender girl smile and stretch out her hand: "Hi handsome guy, I'm Zhong Xin, and I made the fruit cake on October [-]th last year."

Li Tian suddenly remembered that time, the third time he met Qiu Cen, the fact that the boss of the sports school was a dessert chef was actually quite embarrassing.

"Ah."

Zhong Xin withdrew her hand uncomfortably, took a deep breath and continued, "The cakes in your store are delicious, so I asked him, and I came here to visit the store today, so I can be considered a repeat customer."

Li Tian still lowered his head and said, "Oh, whatever you want. Wechat and Alipay are all fine."

"Hey, what's wrong with you..." The girl who had been standing by seemed to be irritated by his indifference, blushing like an angry little animal trying to protect its food.

Zhong Xin quickly stopped her, grabbed a few desserts at random, paid and left.When he went out, he still questioned Qiu Cen's credibility when he said that Li Tian was "very easy to get along with".

Watching Zhong Xin and the 8.8-point girl leave in a hurry, Li Tian put down the paintbrush in his hand, staring at the deserted doorway again, fascinated.

3.

Qiu Cen:?

Does Dora eat cake: ?

In the dormitory after the lights were turned off, Qiu Cen was lying on the bed with the quilt covered up to his neck. Only his head and hands were exposed outside the quilt. He was lying on his side on the bed, holding the phone in one hand, and his face was illuminated by the light from the screen. Pan blue.

He frowned and looked at the screen, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Li Tian sent "?" for the second time, Qiu Cen moved his finger and typed a paragraph.

Qiu Cen: It’s okay, you sent me the wrong one.

Does Dora eat cake:  …

Qiu Cen was actually idle, but just as he was about to exit the page, Li Tian sent another message.

Does Dora eat cake: two big girls are here today

Does Dora Eat Cake: Number 8

Qiu Cen immediately thought of Zhong Xin.

On Zhong Xin's birthday, she seemed to like the fruit cake very much. She ate a third of it by herself, and packed the rest away.At the end of the show, she even ran over to ask him the address of the cake shop. She drank some wine at the dinner table, her face was flushed, and when she laughed, Qiu Cen, a pure gay, was a little surprised.

Qiu Cen: She likes the cake you made very much.

Does Dora eat cake: The little girls like it very much.

Qiu Cen: ...Actually, I also think it's good.

Does Dora eat cake: yes

Qiu Cen looked at the "um", suddenly felt dull.

He seems to have fallen into a realm of emptiness where he can't reach the top and the bottom is nothingness. It is a good thing to go with the flow, and he can't pay seven thousand miles, let alone pursue you.

He doesn't even know who "you" are.

It's just that in the past few days, Li Tian's appearance has appeared inexplicably in his mind.

He also has everything and has nothing.

Like a wealthy businessman who is well-fed and well-fed, he obviously has a house full of gold coins and jewelry that everyone desires, but he still declares that he is a beggar who is about to starve to death.

Qiu Cen's "um" who had been staring at him in a daze was suddenly pushed up, and a new message took its place.

Does Dora Eat Cake: Are you free this weekend?

Qiu Cen:?

what's the situation.

Does Dora eat cake: Hu Dawei and his girlfriend are the only ones who are moving.

When he saw "moving", Qiu Cen immediately thought of the house near the subway station that he had only been to once, and was at a loss, and immediately said: "Leave?"where to?Are you still in Xiangzhang City?

When he was about to press send, he suddenly jolted and woke up.

He deleted that paragraph and retyped it.

Qiu Cen: Yes, I will take Lin Jian to your place on Saturday morning.

Does Dora eat cake: Do you know where it is?

Qiu Cen: The one at the subway station.

Does Dora eat cake: yes

——Is this person a chat terminator? !

Qiu Cen thought brokenly.

Qiu Cen felt that he might be doomed.

He seemed to have a little bit of an idea about Li Tian that he shouldn't have.

And what makes people scratch the wall is that he doesn't even know when it started.

He turned off his cell phone, turned over and faced the little black dog on the wall, wanting to cry without tears.

Reason told him that if he wanted to keep Li Tian as a friend, he should immediately reduce his contact with Li Tian immediately, and try to maintain the weak "friend relationship" between the two so far.

He put his hand on the little black dog's head, and stroked its sticking red tongue in a strange way.

——What the hell.

He needs Aunt Liu's death recipe to calm down.

4.

The agreed Saturday arrived at Qiu Cen's entangled mentality of longing to hurry up and begging to slow down. The night before the appointment, there was no phenomenon of insomnia, and he almost fell asleep.

And when you open your eyes, it's more embarrassing.

—six seventeen.

Through the window of 219 which never draws the curtains, Qiu Cen can see the darkness outside the window.It was hard to tell whether it was dawn or night.

He was awake anyway, so he simply got up, made the bed and got out of bed in the dark.

Last night, the thermos that Fatty threw randomly was accidentally shot, and was kicked by Qiu Cen directly to the ground, spinning three and a half times, knocking on the door of the cabinet, and screaming "Bang".

"There are flaws in the movement." Lin Jian who was woken up and kept watching with his eyes open in the dark said.

"Fuck," Qiu Cen jumped up in fright, "Where's the fucking corpse?"

Lin Jian stretched out a hand from the bed as if he had made up his mind, pointed at Qiu Cen tremblingly in the cold air: "There is no fraudulent corpse, the mother's mental retardation is here."

"Go away." Qiu Cen said.

The fat guy in his sleep turned over, and the fragile wooden bed made a "squeaky" sound. He muttered something, and then let out a regular snoring sound.

Really, nothing can be shaken.

While Qiu Cen was washing up in the bathroom, Lin Jian also came in with a toothbrush facial cleanser, and stopped at the faucet next to him.

"I like you, I'm the only one... ouch!!" Lin Jian poured cold water from the back of his neck, and he bounced away from Qiu Cen's side like a fart, pointing at the culprit with a look of resentment.

"Shut up." Qiu Cen said.

At nine o'clock, the two left the dormitory building one after another. When they passed by the door of the dormitory management office, Qiu Cen stopped, picked up a piece of chalk that seemed to be salvageable, and moved it to the small chalk hanging on the wall. On the blackboard, a smiley face was drawn in the blank space behind 219.

Lin Jian looked at the smiling face, then at the handsome long-legged guy in front of him with a distorted walking posture, combined with the situation this morning, he was very confused.

Why is the stronger the wind, the more my heart flutters.

La la la la la la la la.

"Fat Brother's Moaning Circle of Friends": The more messy life is, the more we have to go all out.

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