Tsinghua University

Shen Tinglan finally breathed a sigh of relief when his last grades came out at the end of the month. He had already obtained four consecutive excellent grades, and he no longer had to stay in the ordinary class, drawing oddly shaped plaster combinations and small clay pots like pickle jars every day.

After Shen Tinglan waited for the teacher to announce the grades, she hurriedly packed her things.On the one hand, he was in a hurry to meet Jiang Fusheng, and on the other hand, he wanted to go to the top class to experience new things.If he eats too much, he will feel full, and if he always draws an object, he will get bored. Now he is annoyed when he sees plaster and clay pots.

"Brother Lan," Jiang Huaiyang helped Shen Tinglan pack up, "After you left, now the pressure has come to No. [-] contestant Xiao Jiang, and I am the only one in our dormitory who is still in the ordinary class.

"At first I thought I was going to Beijing for a long vacation. I didn't expect to make a mistake. Why is it more tiring than going to class? I stayed up the longest night and painted the ugliest paintings. I am not yet 20 years old, and I wash my hair with Bawang gone."

The teacher at the side heard their conversation, came over and smiled and said: "I also came here at that time. Every day after twelve o'clock in the evening, I wiped my face with cold water at dawn. In winter, I carried a painting bag on my back in Beijing. , followed the crowd to take exams in various schools. At that time, it was cold and the conditions were not good. Many people crowded in a big room without heating to draw. Halfway through the painting, I felt cold hands. But I had no choice but to continue painting. You can check the average age of candidates admitted by Yangqing, they are all 28 or 29 years old, how can there be so many geniuses in this world."

"Okay." He patted Jiang Huaiyang on the shoulder, then looked at Shen Tinglan, "Just do what you have to do. If you fail the exam next week, you will be kicked out of the top class, so don't come back gone."

"Thank you." Shen Tinglan picked up her things and left the classroom with them.The new classroom is on the second floor. In the summer afternoon, strong sunlight shines in from the windows above the corner. The light is like melted golden water, flowing down the stairs step by step with scorching heat.

Shen Tinglan looked up, and the fine dust in the air was clearly illuminated.He carried his things up the steps and stepped into the sunlight.

He thought, maybe people should not be satisfied and keep going upwards.

The unreasonable chicken soup books on the market always say that greed is not good, and the words are full of reasons why you should not eat minced meat and have a pure heart and few desires.Shen Tinglan was extremely grateful for her greed, and liked Jiang Fusheng, so she tried her best to find him.If you like money, work hard to earn it.

He was also a layman, a layman with a purpose.

Climb to the platform at the corner of the stairs, and two teachers came down from the second floor to pick him up.The two teachers, Shen Tinglan, heard from Jiang Susheng that the short one with glasses was named Gao, and his name was Gao Tianxiang; the tall one without glasses, his surname was Liu, and his name was Liu Xiao.

The two teachers have a common feature, that is, they are not easy to speak.Especially that Teacher Liu, who has a coffin face all day long, as if he has never won money playing mahjong.In private, some students said that it is not necessary to invite Nezha with eight arms to bring Teacher Liu's portrait to the Dragon Well Lock in Beixinqiao.

Led by these two teachers, the atmosphere of the whole class can be described as very good and positive.

Shen Tinglan just entered the door, and saw six or seven clay pots imitating antiques on the still life table.They looked a little more advanced than those in the ordinary class, and one of them had a four-character poem roughly printed on the surface, and the flamboyant and phoenix dancers didn't know what to write, and the words "Qianlong Yubi" could be vaguely seen.

He suddenly didn't know what to say. He only needed two clay pots to paint in the ordinary class. How could the clay pots be upgraded as his level improved?

"Brother Lan!" Jiang Fusheng hid behind the drawing board, and quietly poked his head out to greet him, "I have a seat here, and the light is really good."

Shen Tinglan handed in her mobile phone according to the rules, and moved the device to Jiang Fusheng's side.Jiang Fusheng wanted to help Shen Tinglan carry things, but when he turned his head, he saw Teacher Liu staring at him like a torch. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was punished with twenty sketches, which should be handed in tomorrow morning.Jiang Fusheng got hairy from the stare, but he still stood up and went to fetch something for Shen Tinglan.

Teacher Liu turned his face away and said nothing.

After Shen Tinglan sat down, he said: "A while ago, Master Li, the security guard, was patrolling the night. He encountered two students who were not sleeping and hid under the small pagoda tree. They seemed to be having sex. This is a very bad phenomenon... ...."

Teacher Gao next to him turned his gaze to Zhao Han in the corner, "Student Zhao Han should be deeply touched by this. He failed the exam last year because of this... this emotional entanglement."

Zhao Han stepped on the big wooden easel and said loudly: "Teacher, don't expose me. Please save me some face, I have changed my mind now. If you don't believe me, I will go to Mount Wutai tomorrow to learn from my teacher and strike the bell." "

Everyone in the class laughed out loud.

Teacher Gao also laughed: "If I don't believe it, your parents will have to fight with me. A good child will stop painting and become a monk."

Teacher Liu waited for the whole class to calm down, and then said: "Master Li didn't see anyone clearly that night, and I don't know which class they are from. The class schedule during the day was already very tense, so I didn't sleep at night, hiding under the tree. On a date, how can I have enough energy the next day?"

Hearing the seven words "sneaking a date under the tree", Shen Tinglan felt shy and embarrassed. He sat on a chair, bent over behind the drawing board, his whole figure was like a shrimp fished out of boiling water, completely covered from head to toe. in fresh red.

Shen Tinglan was glad that he and Jiang Fusheng ran fast, and didn't let the conscientious teacher see his face, which would hurt Jiang Fusheng.

For the first time he felt the danger of exposure.

Shen Tinglan regained his composure for a while, stretched his body again, and glanced out the window.

A small playground covered with a plastic track, and a circle of pagoda trees.

Shen Tinglan unconsciously remembered the moon that night, combing it curvedly, like a lover's smiling lips, shining in his eyes.

As he thought about it, he turned his head to look at Jiang Fusheng, and suddenly found that the other party was also looking at him.The eyes of the two met in one place in an instant, those emotions that were hard to put on the table were like wheat seedlings that had slept all winter, after the spring thunder, small sprouts emerged from the mud, and could not be concealed.

Feelings cannot be hidden, loving someone will become instinct.Fortunately, Yang Yan and Jiang Huaiyang are idiots, and they have never thought about their problems in this regard.If you change to a smart person, you can taste the tricks after a little tasting.

"Are you afraid?" Jiang Fusheng asked suddenly.

Shen Tinglan smiled: "I'm afraid, but I don't regret it."

They are like two ships facing each other on the sea, surrounded by huge tsunami water waves, if they are not careful, they may be overturned and sunk at any time, and they will never come up again for a lifetime.However, no one had the intention of stopping, and they still drove towards each other.