Tsinghua University

"Your Jiang Jiang."

Shen Tinglan looked at these four words carefully, they were illuminated by the light orange sunlight, and each stroke was like a spring grass, radiating a kind of vigorous vitality in his heart.

Shen Tinglan felt in a daze that her head didn't hurt so much anymore, and it seemed that what was written on this narrow letter paper was not a nasty love story, but a prescription for a good medicine.Take a look at it for a while, no matter what kind of illness it is, it will not feel it for the time being.

He read the love letter again slowly, like a child who is reluctant to eat a lollipop, puts the candy in his mouth, and is afraid that it will melt, so he quickly takes it out.Wait for the taste on the tip of the tongue to fade, and take a few more mouthfuls, and taste the little bit of sweetness back and forth.

He refolded the letter according to the previous creases and put it in his pocket.Then he took out another piece of chocolate filled with hazelnuts, tore open its packaging, and put it in his mouth.

The first taste is bitter, and then it becomes sweeter and sweeter.

Shen Tinglan suddenly became satisfied.

There are three intersections between Jinwen Middle School and Binhai No. [-] Middle School, and they arrived at their destination soon.After getting off the bus, the teacher who was the leader of the second year language group led them to the examination room.

The examination room is a large lecture hall with cameras installed. Each examinee keeps a long distance, which is much more formal than the initial examination.

Shen Tinglan found his seat, and put the transparent file bag with stationery on the upper left corner of the table.The pencils were sharpened by Jiang Fusheng with the help of a utility knife, and each of them had a long and sharp pencil lead, which was caught between the fingers, like Zhou Zhiruo who had practiced Jiuyin White Bone Claws.

Shen Tinglan didn't know why Jiang Fusheng sharpened the pencil into this shape.After listening to the long list of exam rules on the radio, he got the test paper.

However, he did not think clearly and write like a god because of the fever, as he had initially imagined.The probability of such an event is too small, and his reaction speed is much slower than usual. It takes a long time to think about a basic question, and he has just finished writing the composition when the paper is closed.

Shen Tinglan packed up her things and stood up, only to feel dizzy for a while, and seemed to be getting more sick.Fortunately, they didn't have to stay in Jinwen Middle School for too long, and they got on the bus and returned to No. [-] Middle School soon.

On the way, he leaned against the car window, squinting his eyes to rest.He reached into his pocket with one hand to touch the pieces of chocolate and the little love letter that Jiang Xusheng had left for him, which would always make him feel better.

"Shen Tinglan?" Li Xu's voice seemed to come from far away. He opened his eyes and found that the car had already parked at the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

He didn't expect to come back so quickly, and he was stunned for a moment.

Li Xu went to touch Shen Tinglan's forehead, but felt it was hot, so he called the warm-hearted old man, and together they sent Shen Tinglan to the infirmary first, and then went to An Ming to explain the situation.

The seemingly unreliable "quack doctor" put on his white coat and a badge on his left chest that read "School Doctor Zhang Kaifeng".

Shen Tinglan's limbs didn't have much strength, they seemed to have self-awareness, and they kept asking the brain to rest.Holding the thermometer between his hands, he sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Kaifeng noticed Shen Tinglan's stationery bag, and suddenly asked: "You are an art student? The pencil has been sharpened like this?"

"I'm not." Shen Tinglan asked curiously, "Why do art students sharpen their pencils like this?"

Zhang Kaifeng explained: "When drawing, the side edge of the pencil is used. Art students sharpen it like this, which is easy to use. It looks like an awl, and blood can be seen when pierced."

Shen Tinglan remembered that Zhang Kaifeng had mentioned Jiang Fusheng's name, and they seemed to be familiar with each other, so he said, "Jiang Fusheng helped sharpen this pencil."

"Jiang Fusheng, that's not surprising." Zhang Kaifeng showed a clear expression on his face, "His family has been painting for three generations. His father is quite famous, he is a painter, and a painting sells for 80 yuan. Ten thousand."

Shen Tinglan always thought that the "little landlord" was a big dog, but he didn't expect to be an artist.Jiang Fusheng never mentioned these things. He wanted to know more about Jiang Fusheng from Zhang Kaifeng, so he continued to ask: "Then why doesn't he go to art class?"

"People said that the art class in No. [-] Middle School is not good enough to teach him. When he was a child, he loved to travel with his father and ran around the country painting. It is different from the students taught in the school. It is better to be honest in ordinary classes. Take cultural courses. Wait until the second semester of senior high school, and then leave school to study." Zhang Kaifeng smiled slowly, "Jiang Fusheng is very ambitious, he wants to be admitted to Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts, and he will be an alumni with his father."

Shen Tinglan suddenly said, "It's the second semester of high school now."

Zhang Kaifeng nodded: "Yes, he's leaving school soon, and he won't be back until the second semester of senior year next year." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Shen Tinglan, "Give me the thermometer."

"Oh." Shen Tinglan took out the mercury thermometer blankly.

"38°4." Zhang Kaifeng flicked the thermometer twice, found out a few pills and told him to take them first, "I'll call your class teacher and ask her to issue a leave note. I can only prescribe medicine, give injections and infusions. Just have to go outside..."

Zhang Kaifeng was still talking, but Shen Tinglan was not paying attention.The effect of the medicine gradually increased, and he changed from sitting to lying down, and then retracted into the bed again.

The quilt was very warm, but he shivered, curled up involuntarily, and covered his face with the quilt.He heard Zhang Kaifeng, a quack doctor, talking on the phone with An Ming, and reflexively remembered what he just said.

It turned out that Jiang Fusheng really wanted to be admitted to Tsinghua University, and he was leaving in a few months, which meant that Shen Tinglan would not see him again for at least half a year.

One hand of Shen Tinglan was still in his pocket, and his fingertips kept rubbing the little love letter.He pulled down the quilt a little and showed his face to see Zhang Kaifeng.After he hung up the phone, he opened his mouth to ask again, with a bit of unwillingness in his tone: "What if someone like me wants to study art?"

Zhang Kaifeng said: "Yes. As long as your grades are not good, but not too bad. At that time, the class teacher will talk to you and ask you to choose one of music, sports, and art. Of course, this is all voluntary. The admission score for this class is low, and there are students who want to save the country every year. But listen to me, if you don’t like art, don’t choose it. It’s not so easy to learn and it’s very tiring. I know several art students who draw every day Until two in the morning is a common thing, and it is very expensive."

"Oh." Shen Tinglan covered his face with the quilt again, his mind was in a mess, and all kinds of thoughts came to him.I want to study art with Jiang Fusheng, but I am worried that I don't have the talent, and it will be a waste of money and time.If you don’t go to complain to Jiang Shengxue Art, when he comes back, this “truth or dare” game won’t count.

He thought so wildly that he gradually fell asleep.

Shen Tinglan was half asleep when he felt someone touch his forehead, he suddenly became impatient, and stretched out his hand to slap that person: "Who is it?"

"Your Jiang Jiang." The man asked intentionally, "Who are you? Is it Lanlan?"

The author has something to say: early in the morning, I want to correct a typo.When I opened Ah Jin, I saw the words pending high-level trial, and I was confused.