Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan returned to the dormitory at night, took off her school uniform, put the toiletries into the plastic basin, and carried them to the water room.There were many people in the water room at the moment, and he didn't bother to line up. He happened to have a calling card in his trouser pocket, and went to the telephone in the corridor not far away.

His grandma likes to watch TV dramas, and she has to watch them at 10:30 every day, so she must not be asleep yet.Shen Tinglan dialed the phone number at home. Grandma probably had a cold, and her hoarse voice became even more deep. Coupled with the bad signal, it was intermittent.He covered the receiver with his hand and listened carefully before he could barely hear what she was saying.

"Lanlan, how are you doing in Binhai? I heard from your mother that you live in school?" As a relative who raised Shen Tinglan, his grandma knew very well his resistance to the school.Before high school, he kept a wooden stick in his schoolbag all day long, and he caused a lot of trouble with that wooden stick.

Rebellion, beating classmates, refusing to mend their ways despite repeated admonitions.

These are the three words that grandma heard most frequently from the teacher's mouth.Instead of reprimanding Shen Tinglan excessively, she blamed herself for not raising her grandson well, nor protecting him well.And the daughter who blamed and complained that she was unkind and fell into the trap of that bastard surnamed Xie Wang, which made the whole family look down upon for more than ten years.

In fact, grandma's self-blame is mostly useless, the most terrifying rumors, how can an old woman with a primary school diploma resist it?

A few days ago, she had a phone call with Shen Qingyi, and when she heard that Shen Tinglan had gone to live in school, she was worried that he would be bullied by local classmates in Binhai as before, and she didn't sleep well for several days, and she kept wanting to ask Shen Tinglan about it. .She couldn't get used to it, so she came back to her hometown. She remembered that he and his high school classmates in his hometown still got along well.

Shen Tinglan heard her grandma's uneasiness, and smiled comfortingly: "It's okay, it's fine in school."

Grandma breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile in her tone: "Today is Saturday, are you on vacation?"

"No. The school here only has a holiday every three weeks. I use the school phone."

"School management is good." Grandma said what most parents would say.

"Shen Tinglan!" Jiang Fusheng poked his head out of the water room and called him, "I've grabbed the faucet, come quickly!"

"Here we come!" Shen Tinglan responded, then turned her head and said to her grandma, "Grandma, I'm going to wash up first. I'll call you again after the next holiday, let's have a good chat."

Grandma smiled softly: "You have a seaside taste in your words now, maybe you will talk about cross talk next year. Okay, let's talk slowly next time."

He hung up the phone, took out the phone card and put it in his pocket, and ran to the water room with the washbasin in his arms.The inside was still full, so Shen Tinglan walked around a few people and found Jiang Fusheng from the window seat.There was a water tap next to him, it was empty, and a dark blue towel was put on the pipe to tell everyone that it was occupied.

"Thank you." Shen Tinglan took off the dark blue towel, shook it carefully twice, and complained to Jiang after making sure it wasn't soiled.

"You don't have to be so particular about it." Jiang Fusheng flicked his hand and put the towel on his right shoulder.Shen Tinglan saw that his actions were a bit ruffian, like a bandit leader wearing a mink scarf.But he refused to admit Jiang Fusheng's style, and deliberately said, "You look like a shop assistant."

"Which restaurant has such a good-looking waiter like me, and it can't be full every day?" Jiang Fusheng squeezed a little blue toothpaste on the toothbrush, brushed his teeth, and said vaguely, "Brother Lan, the monthly exam will be in a while." gone."

"Take a test." Shen Tinglan smashed the jar.

"There will be a sports meeting after the exam." Jiang Fusheng added, "Remember to cheer me on."

"What project do you want to apply for?" Shen Tinglan was curious.

"One hurdle, one relay."

"Okay, then I'll find a loudspeaker, the kind used by the vegetable seller, the whole playground can hear your dog man's nickname."

"Brother Lan, don't you want to complete two events?" When Jiang Fusheng said this, he quietly looked at Shen Tinglan, he thought he was suitable for running and dancing.Shen Tinglan's legs are long and straight, like the posture of a red-crowned crane.It's a pity that she was covered in loose school uniform pants, and only a little bit of beautiful lines could be seen.

"I'll forget it," Shen Tinglan yawned with a long voice, "I'm lazy by nature and don't like sports."

Seeing that he was going to leave, Jiang Fusheng chased after him with something: "Brother Lan, wait for me. This time we are on vacation, let's cut your hair together, and go to Sister Pengpeng's."

Shen Tinglan slowed down a bit, and looked back at Jiang Fusheng: "What's the matter, you still want to shave my monk's head?"

"I blamed sister Pengpeng last time. If she didn't scare me, hey——for my skills, you earned twenty if you were charged."

"What do you mean, let me thank you?"

"Then why are you so embarrassed?" Jiang Fusheng smiled playfully with him.

Shen Tinglan also laughed, and suddenly reached out to take off the white towel that was draped over his shoulder, raised it up and slapped Jiang to complain.Jiang Fusheng reacted quickly, dodged in a hurry, and took his own towel to fight back.The dark blue and the pure white are intertwined for an instant, like a flower on [-]th Street.

They chased and made noise all the way, and ran back to the dormitory.

Before self-study in the afternoon the next day, An Ming announced something.

The results of the National Chinese Knowledge Contest came out, Shen Tinglan, Li Xu, and a classmate named Wang Zechen, the three of them will go to Jinwen Middle School next door to take the re-examination next Friday.Wang Zechen is Yang Yan's deskmate. He looks very distinctive. He is fat and has a simple and honest face. On his face, there is a pair of thick black eyebrows like caterpillars. ", so the nickname is "Old Eight".

Someone applauded and shouted a few times at that time: "Ollie, old eight!"

Everyone laughed, Wang Zechen was a little embarrassed by the disturbance, and raised his hand to scratch his hair.

Shen Tinglan was also happy. He was partial to subjects since he was a child, and his overall grades were under the weight of the two big irons in mathematics and English, hanging on the rear of the car for many years.At this time, being praised in public, he was so proud that his tail was about to go up to the sky.

He wanted to share his joy with others. After class, he ran to Jiang Fusheng and said excitedly, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner, a big bowl of Gaba vegetables!"

Jiang Fusheng only felt that Shen Tinglan would shine, and his whole body was emotionally affected.Seeing him happy makes me happy.Seeing him unhappy makes me unhappy.

Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy belong to another person. This is the first time he has such a strange feeling in 17 years.

It's over, he thought, he's dying.

Jiang Fusheng left the teaching building in a daze, only to regain his senses when the early morning sun shone.Probably the morning sun was too warm, making people dream about it.An impulse surged in his heart, and before his brain could react, his body jumped onto Shen Tinglan's back as if he couldn't control it.

Shen Tinglan staggered and almost fell to the ground. He raised his hand to slap Jiang Susheng, and rolled his eyes: "Go down, do you have a dog skin plaster?"

Jiang Fusheng wrapped his arms around Shen Tinglan's neck, smelled the scent of gardenia-flavored laundry detergent on his collar, tilted his head and smiled, "Yes, I'm just a dog skin plaster, sticking to you."

Shen Tinglan scolded him for being shameless, and ran forward with his back.

The road is full of sunshine.