Tsinghua University

The four of them bought the ingredients for the hot pot, and returned to the dormitory with big bags and small bags.Zhao Han took out the induction cooker and pot that he hid under the cabinet under the weight of a stack of clothes.

The studio expressly forbids the students to cook in the dormitory, so Zhao Han hid the guy a bit more concealed.He cleaned the pot, connected the water, and trotted back to the dormitory with it.

Shen Tinglan and Jiang Xusheng were washing the vegetables, each holding a washbasin and putting the selected vegetables in it.Turn the faucet to the maximum, and the thick water hits the vegetable leaves, making a splashing sound.

After washing like this seven or eight times, they poured clean water, picked up the washbasin and walked to the dormitory.I don't know what Jiang Huaiyang thought of on the way, so he suddenly accelerated and ran.Jiang Fusheng didn't understand, so he felt that Shen Tinglan was chasing after him because he didn't want to do anything good.

Shen Tinglan really didn't think of anything good, he remembered a joke on Zhihu, and ran into the dormitory one step ahead of Jiang Susheng.In the dormitory, Jiang Huaiyang had already dragged out the two large storage boxes under the table and put them away, put two drawing boards on top of them to form a simple small table, and set up the induction cooker.

Shen Tinglan had sharp eyes and quick hands, and locked the door before Jiang Fusheng entered the room.Jiang Fusheng was locked outside, and the others were still in a daze when they heard Shen Tinglan laughing inside: "Jiang Jiang, you call Dad, and Dad will open the door for you."

Because there was a door, his voice sounded muffled.

With the food in his hand, Jiang Fusheng seemed helpless and called out, "Dad!"

"Twice short, there are two fathers inside!" Zhao Han followed suit.

Jiang Fusheng hurried in and yelled twice before the three people inside opened the door for him.As soon as he entered, he grabbed the vegetables in the basin with his right hand, and splashed the remaining water on Shen Tinglan's face: "Shen Tinglan, why are you so bad?"

Shen Tinglan smiled: "You, if you are happy, call someone Xiao Tiantian, and if you are unhappy, call someone Mrs. Niu."

"Hey." Jiang Fusheng quarreled with the three of them, locked the door, and opened the window for ventilation.Jiang Huaiyang specially bought tomato-flavored hot pot base. He tore open the package, poured the package into the pot, and it became a pot of tomato soup.Not long after the induction cooker was turned on, the hot water was bubbling, and the white water vapor rose and dissipated continuously, leaving only a faint tomato smell floating in the air.

The air conditioner is on in the room, and it doesn't feel hot.They put the prepared meat and vegetables into the pot.These ingredients are rolled in the deep red soup, and the color of the mutton changes from fresh to dark with the naked eye.

Jiang Fusheng picked up a piece first, dipped it in the sauce in the bowl and tasted it.Because it was freshly fished meat, he sucked his numb tongue twice, and drank the Arctic Ocean to slow down.

"It's ready, it's ready." After he finished speaking, he picked up another piece.

The four of them had a lively meal for a while, Zhao Han picked up the drink and said, "Do you know about going out to sketch at the end of September?"

"Sketch, where are you going?" Shen Tinglan thought, if the school would be willing to go to Maiji Mountain, that would be great.Of course, this is impossible. Letting a group of half-baked art students paint murals would be too wasteful of resources. The studio funds are also limited, and it is impossible to go to such a far place.

Zhao Han pondered for a moment: "It should be Shidu, in Fangshan, the scenery is not bad."

"Shidu?" Jiang Huaiyang said casually, "It's named after it. Could it be that there is also Jiu[-]du?"

"It really does exist." Zhao Han explained, "In the past, the Juma River had ten bends, and each bend had a village, and each village set up a ferry. Now these old ferries are no longer available. , only keep the place names.”

"Sketch is good, look at the mountains and rivers, it's like traveling." Jiang Fusheng picked up a piece of green vegetables and put them in the bowl, "I like to go out and play."

Shen Tinglan ate quietly, knowing that Jiang Fusheng liked to go out.In the sketchbook he gave himself, he drew many scenic spots he saw from the books.

He thought that after graduating from high school, he would have nearly three months of summer vacation, and he could take advantage of this time to hang out with Jiang Xusheng.First of all, I will go to Dunhuang to see the paintings there, and then I will stop by Maiji Mountain.

Shen Tinglan always felt a little guilty towards Jiang Fusheng. He felt that Jiang Fusheng should go to Maijishan to paint and sketch with his father, because there is a wider world there.Instead of being bored in the crowded Beijing city, in a small studio.

Usually this bit of guilt is hidden in her heart, Shen Tinglan won't show it if she doesn't say it.He didn't know how Jiang Fusheng persuaded Jiang Yuhuai, but when he knew, Jiang Fusheng's family had already contacted the studio in Beijing.What Shen Tinglan said at this moment seemed too ignorant.

He can only keep this matter in his heart.

"I'm full." Shen Tinglan put down his chopsticks, got up and went out to wash the dishes.

"I'm full too." Jiang Fusheng sensed that something was wrong with Shen Tinglan, he held the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and followed Shen Tinglan to the water room.

At this time, there was no one in the water room. Jiang Fusheng was afraid that Jiang Huaiyang and Zhao Han would come in, so he closed the door deliberately, put the bowls and chopsticks in the sink, turned on the faucet, and let them be washed by the water.

"Xiao Tiantian." Jiang Fusheng said to Shen Tinglan, "Look at me."

Shen Tinglan didn't look at him, she lowered her head to wash the dishes, and asked with a smile, "Which one is Xiao Tiantian?"

"Didn't you say, call you Xiao Tiantian." Jiang Fu boldly embraced Shen Tinglan's waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Xiao Tiantian, why are you upset?"

"I'm not upset."

"nonsense."

"I'm really not unhappy."

"I know you're not happy." Jiang Fusheng lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Shen Tinglan's hands, the slender fingers rubbing the white porcelain bowl back and forth with the bubbles of water and detergent.He felt that those hands were as smooth and white as white porcelain, shining under the sun.

He sniffed the faint scent of gardenias on his collar contentedly, and said in a low voice, "Shen Tinglan, I hope you don't always keep something in your heart, just tell me, and I will help you."

When Shen Tinglan heard his words, he suddenly laughed.He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, hesitated for a while, but replied with a sigh: "Okay."

He still didn't dare to say it. He knew exactly what kind of temper Jiang Fusheng had, and he would definitely answer: "Well, that's it. It's because I don't have a good foundation to paint the murals of Maijishan. If I go, I will burn it To cook a crane with a harp is a waste of everything."

It doesn't matter whether you say it or not.

Jiang Fusheng subconsciously hugged him even tighter: "Shen Tinglan."

"What's the matter with you, don't you call me Xiaotiantian?"

Jiang Xu laughed and whispered in his ear: "Xiao Tiantian."

If Shen Tinglan didn't say anything, Jiang Fusheng wouldn't ask again.They tacitly agreed, and together they turned the page over this matter that might cause a quarrel, and never brought it up again.