Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan and Jiang Susheng were both at the bottom of the class, so it was naturally impossible for them to be assigned to the same group.But fortunately, there is only an aisle between them, and there is no tall podium table to block the view, so they can be seen at any time.

Shen Tinglan's new position is good, not too far back, and there is a white ceiling fan above his head.It's just that it hasn't been wiped for too long, and the three fan blades are covered with a layer of gray dust.

Hey, I'll be cooler in the summer.

As soon as this idea came up, Shen Tinglan couldn't help shaking her head.Because it won't be midsummer, he will leave Binhai with Jiang Fusheng to study in Beijing, so he won't be able to enjoy this big electric fan for the time being.

Shen Tinglan's most impression of Beijing comes from the word "Beipiao".Every year, tens of millions of people from other places flock to that famous super-big city, looking for opportunities.He had heard stories of many people who could only afford to rent basements there, and stories of many people who married wives and had children there.Poverty and wealth, love and sorrow, coexist under the red walls and glazed tiles, and coexist in high-rise buildings made of steel and concrete.

This is the best time and the worst time.

He feels that life is like an endless wilderness, and hopes that it is a spring grass that can never be burned out, and can radiate unyielding vitality in any era.

Like thousands of travelers, he is about to go to a distant place to find his dream with hope.

Shen Tinglan turned the pen, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Fusheng's figure, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.He lowered his head and wrote the date "4.7" on the draft paper, and drew a circle.

Jiang Xusheng's birthday.

Shen Tinglan was thinking about what gift to give him.Write another love letter, too cheesy.Buy some gadgets, it seems that you don't pay enough attention to it.

Send birthday present, want to accord with the other side's hobby.

"Hiss..." Shen Tinglan scratched her head, tore off a corner of the draft paper, and wrote on it: "Do you know what is the best birthday present?"

He gathered the small note into a ball and threw it to Yang Yan who was not far away. "Yang Dalou" likes to listen to gossip when he has nothing to do. In some respects, he is well-informed. Maybe he has heard about birthday gifts.

Soon, Yang Yan threw the paper ball back: "Who wants to have a birthday? Boys and girls? Which class? Is it good-looking? This gift must be in line with the other party's wishes. Think about what hobbies he has."

"..." Shen Tinglan didn't know what to reply for a while, and felt that he had underestimated Yang Yan's interest in gossip.He thought for a while, then picked up the pen: "What the hell are you thinking about? Jiang Fusheng's birthday is the day after tomorrow."

After Yang Yan received Shen Tinglan's note, he quickly opened it, glanced at it, and then smiled: "Hey! Who am I, Lao Jiang's birthday, or treat him to a full banquet? I will definitely be there at that time , to send a little blessing...Speaking of which, do you two have such a good relationship?"

Shen Tinglan raised her eyebrows, and replied to Yang Yan: "He and I have a socialist brotherhood. If I get married and hold a banquet in the future, I will definitely invite you to be there. Don't ask me who my marriage partner is, this person may be in our class , or it may not be there. It may be in our school, or it may not be."

Shen Tinglan threw the note to Yang Yan again, Yang Yan muttered a few words after reading it, rubbed it twice, and stuffed it into the garbage bag.Looking at this scene, he could guess what Yang Yan was thinking:

"Schrödinger's object."

Shen Tinglan was happy again, she could tell Yang Yan the truth, which satisfied his gossip, and it was his business not to believe it.

He began to think about what other hobbies Jiang Susheng had, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and had an idea.

April [-]th is coming soon, and Jiang Fusheng's birthday has been spread by "Yang Dalou". Even Uncle Wang at the commissary knew about it, and specially gave him a [-]% discount.

Jiang Fusheng's popularity has always been good, and people have been giving him gifts since the morning, including a few girls from other classes.He was smart and knew that those girls had ambiguous thoughts, so he only accepted the blessings, but not the gifts.

At night, Jiang Susheng called out his cronies and friends to treat him.A group of people went to the cafeteria in a hurry, put together a few tables and chairs, and bought some different dishes. It was a bit like a "birthday banquet".

The lively center and protagonist is Jiang Fusheng, Shen Tinglan is very inconspicuous in the crowd, he seems to be psychologically invisible, becoming the quietest supporting role.

Jiang Fusheng has been waiting for Shen Tinglan's gift, curious and apprehensive.He wanted to take the initiative to ask, but then remembered that he just mentioned something casually the day before yesterday, and Shen Tinglan might not remember this trivial matter.

He was afraid of being sad, so he didn't dare to ask.

A person who is usually quite courageous becomes timid when encountering emotional matters.

The time for a meal passed quickly, Shen Tinglan walked in the back, and quietly hooked Xia Jiang's sleeve with his fingers.His movements are very light, like a butterfly flapping its wings on a flower petal.

Jiang Fusheng slowed down because of this tiny force.

Shen Tinglan looked around, saw that no one was paying attention to them, and whispered to Jiang Fusheng's ear, "I have a gift for you, you will know when you go back to the dormitory at night."

Jiang Fusheng suddenly felt that the wind in the air was much warmer, and the distance between the two of them was too close. Shen Tinglan's warm breath made his cheeks burn, and the faint red was like rouge falling on rice paper, smudged layer by layer .He felt ashamed of himself blushing again, and clapped his hands pretending to be calm and smiled: "Oh, I didn't know that you had a surprise? That year the apricot blossoms were lightly raining..."

Shen Tinglan hastily interrupted his nonsense: "King Guo is delicate, how old are you, 'Zhen'?"

Jiang Fu laughed grinningly: "I'm three years old this year, and I'm still a child."

"Tsk."

Jiang Fusheng was thinking of Shen Tinglan's gift in his heart, and he was in a state of excitement all night, even if he went back to the dormitory and lay on the bed, he didn't feel sleepy.At the same time, he was very anxious, wishing that the teacher who checked the dormitory would leave as soon as possible.

Shen Tinglan is his medicine, a good medicine for insomnia.

After staying up for 10 minutes, the outside finally quieted down.After a while, Jiang Fusheng heard a rustling sound from above his head.His legs and feet are not good, and he still sleeps on the lower bunk.

He judged that Shen Tinglan was coming down the ladder, but he didn't know that his brain was twitching, so he stretched out his hand to cover his face with the quilt, and began to pretend to be asleep.

Shen Tinglan saw Jiang Fusheng's childish actions, and deliberately asked, "Are you asleep? I'll leave after I'm asleep."

"Don't..." Jiang Xu raised his head and opened his eyes to look at him.

Shen Tinglan smiled: "Happy birthday, Jiang Fusheng, this is my gift."

Before Jiang Fusheng could react, he felt a kiss on his lips.

Minty.