I went to cp variety show with my idol

After leaving the class, Fu Yan originally wanted to take Jiang Mianshu around the campus, but when he looked at the stairs at the end of the corridor, he suddenly remembered the small compartment.

The teaching building has a total of six floors. Climbing up from the stairs on the far side of the sixth floor is a small compartment.After climbing the stairs, you can see a wall. The height of the wall is about two meters. The place where people can step on it is about two meters long and one meter wide. The side without the wall is surrounded by railings, so there is no safety problem.

The walls of the small compartment are full of various words written by students, some confession of youth, and expectations for the future, with various contents and colors.On the side of that wall, there is a dilapidated iron fence door that is locked, and outside the door is the roof of the building.

In Fu Yan's memory, that door has never been opened: "Brother Shu, I'll take you to the small compartment to see if those are still there."

"Which?"

"It's still a secret. You'll know it when you see it. If it's not there, forget it."

Jiang Mianshu didn't ask any more questions, and followed Fu Yan to the top of the stairs. After climbing half a floor, he turned around and was about to climb the other half floor, when he looked up and saw a wall full of handwriting.

Fu Yan's surprised voice sounded: "It's really still there!"

Fu Yan ran up quickly, looking at the writing on the wall, trying to find out what he wrote back then.

Jiang Mianshu followed Fu Yan's footsteps and stood behind the small compartment. He obviously felt that the space was cramped. He looked up at the white roof.There are also many words on the roof and walls, all of which are marked with time, and the oldest one is seven years ago.

Jiang Mianshu looked at those words, and many of the handwriting had faded, and he didn't know if the person who wrote them still remembered them.

Some people may have written something that was reasonable at that age, but now it seems that it is black history, but this is also a kind of youthful memory. Jiang Mianshu feels full of youthfulness when looking at these.

【TH I like you, I want to work hard to be as good as you byL】

[I want to be admitted to Peking University, although I don’t even believe it, because only one person from the school was admitted to Peking University last year, and none the year before, and I am not even qualified to be admitted to Peking University as expected by the teacher, but I want to try hard , what if it succeeds? 】

[I'm so vulgar, I want to work hard to make a lot of money, I'm fed up with being poor, and I want my family to live a good life! byLS】

[The person who used to make me laugh still made me cry after all, HB, you are not worthy]

[Forest, let's walk the flowery road, I hope you can continue to be popular! by Forester]

[Currently I hope that I will be admitted to the school I like, and I will have someone I like byhsg]

【Jiang Mianshu, you sing very well, and I'm not bad either. One day I will sing for you^_^】

Jiang Mianshu looked at the familiar handwriting, and was about to call Fu Yan when he heard Fu Yan's voice, and Fu Yan pulled him over. Fu Yan pointed to a handwriting: "Brother Shu, look, this is what I wrote back then. , 'My classmate doesn't want my autograph, maybe it will appreciate in value in the future, I have no vision by the future singer'. Oops, goosebumps all over the place, how could I have such a sophomore period, it's so embarrassing, so embarrassing, I didn’t see it. Thinking about how lucky they didn’t beat me to death when I sent out signatures to my classmates.”

"But it's very interesting, and according to the current situation, you have realized what you said." Jiang Mianshu pointed at the sentence he just discovered with his finger, "Is this sentence also written by you?"

Fu Yan looked up at the wall of the roof, his blood surged instantly, and he nodded embarrassingly: "This sentence makes me look more like a sophomore boy."

"You are also a sophomore boy now, and the brain circuit and the things you do are always confusing." Jiang Mianshu looked down into Fu Yan's eyes, "But this is also very good."

Fu Yan was a little curious: "How did you recognize that it was written by me?"

Jiang Mianshu narrowed her eyes: "Guess."

Fu Yan raised his head and looked into Jiang Mianshu's eyes: "Is it because of the words written by a fan just now? You are too strong."

Jiang Mianshu looked down at Fu Yan and didn't answer. Due to the small distance between the small compartments, the two stood a little close. Fu Yan raised his head and Jiang Mianshu lowered his head, as if his breathing was intertwined. Those words: "How did you find this place? Usually no one will come to this small compartment?"

Fu Yan took a deep breath indiscriminately, trying to calm down his heartbeat: "This is the cleaning area of ​​our class. Usually, it is only cleaned during the general cleaning. Although the place is small, it is very dirty, so generally no one wants to come. Me and A few students cleaned the place and saw these messages. It is estimated that the messages at other times were also discovered by the duty area."

"So you all wrote it?"

"That's necessary. A group of second-year teenagers saw other people's messages, so how could they not follow suit. We went back to class and said this, and many girls came to leave messages. Some of the gaudy fonts were left by girls in our class. They still I like this place very much, and I see people running here from time to time, but then again, Datou and I also run here a lot.”

"Girls running here may be 'girly feelings are always poetry', you two 'boyish feelings are also poetry'?"

Fu Yan smiled and retorted: "That's not true. We came here for breakfast. The big head and I both like to sleep in. We rush to buy breakfast every day and rush to school. The morning reading class is watched by the teacher, although you can steal it Eat, but always worried. Our school can go out and stand in the corridor to read in the morning and evening, so we often put our breakfast in our pockets, stand in the corridor with the books and read with everyone, and then sneak to In the small compartment, put the book under the buttocks and start eating. After a long time, many students discovered it and followed us to learn. Sometimes during morning reading, four or five people can gather for breakfast in such a small place, and even There is a 'relay', one after another after eating. Later, at the teacher appreciation banquet, the teachers said that in fact, they all knew about our little tricks, but they just turned a blind eye and didn't say it clearly."

Fu Yan has always been a forward-looking person, but looking at these "dreams" in front of him now, and talking about things from his former student days, he couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.

Jiang Mianshu looked at Fu Yan's reddened eyes, and put his hand on Fu Yan's head. Fu Yan felt that Jiang Mianshu's action was not like comforting someone by rubbing his hair, but rather like dunking a basketball. Before Fu Yan could speak, Jiang Mianshu patted He nodded Fu Yan's head and said, "Your campus life is very interesting."

"Well, it's interesting, how about yours?"

"There were fun times too, but most of the school left me with the impression of learning."

"So it makes sense for you to be admitted to Beijing University."

Jiang Mianshu wanted to say "it's nothing", but thinking that this was in front of the camera, she felt that saying this was a bit hateful, so she smiled and said nothing.