Tsinghua University

Jiang Fusheng gave the painting to the old woman, said goodbye to her, packed up his things and left.With two bright red persimmons in his pocket, he found Shen Tinglan not far away.

Shen Tinglan was standing by the side of the path drawing corn, holding a sharpened pencil in his hand to trace its ungrown tassels.He noticed the voice of Jiang complaining, turned his head, saw the two bright red persimmons, and laughed: "Where did you find the persimmons?"

"It was given by an old woman. She has a beautiful persimmon tree at home." Jiang Fusheng put the things on the ground, wiped off the dust on the persimmon skin with a paper towel, and carefully tore a small hole.

The orange-red juice flowed out at once, and Jiang Fusheng stretched out his hand in fear of dripping on his body.He leaned over to taste it, and quickly handed it to Shen Tinglan: "It's so sweet!"

Shen Tinglan lowered his head and bit the persimmon in Xiajiang Fusheng's hand. There was no sour taste in the mouth, but a little bit of astringency in the sweetness.

"Delicious." Shen Tinglan took another bite, and turned his eyes from Jiang Fusheng back to the few corns, tracing the veins of their long and wide leaves, and the half-collapsed earth wall behind them.

Jiang Fusheng pushed aside the ponytail and sat next to Shen Tinglan.He put the sketchpad on his lap, sucked persimmons, and drew Shen Tinglan.

"Do you know that there is a poem called "Broken Chapter"?" Jiang Fusheng shook his head and said, "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams. Lanlan, you are the white moonlight on my windowsill, adorning my dreams."

Shen Tinglan smiled slightly: "Your love talk is getting more and more silly."

Jiang Fu raised his face and looked at him: "Then do you like to hear it?"

"like."

"Isn't that enough?"

He draws faster than Shen Tinglan. After finishing, he holds up the sketchpad and appreciates his work for a moment, feeling satisfied.Then I intentionally added several wrinkles and a long beard to Shen Tinglan's face in the painting, slightly changed his facial features, and called him: "Lan Lan, Lan Lan, look at the you I drew!"

Shen Tinglan looked for the sound, and saw that he was seven or eighty years old, and he was not angry, but smiled: "The drawing is very good. Later, I will draw you next to this paper, and draw an old man Jiang sitting Next to old man Shen."

"I can't ask for it." Jiang Xusheng waited for Shen Tinglan to finish painting the earthen wall and corn, handed him his sketchpad, and posed on the mat that he thought was handsome, "Hey, be more handsome."

"Got it." Shen Tinglan observed Jiang Fusheng's movements and drew an old man Jiang.They didn't intend to hand in this sketch as homework. Most of the students' homework, after the teacher read it, would be carried into the debris pile, covered with dust, and finally sold to the scrap yard at a low price.

How can the picture of growing old together become shredded paper in the waste station?It should be well kept.

Halfway through the painting, Shen Tinglan suddenly thought of a question, and said to Jiang Fusheng: "What if, I said what if I die before you, what will you do?"

"Eat more, eat yourself fat for nothing."

"What's your reasoning?"

"To put it bluntly, we are all carbon-based organisms, and the molecules that make up life will not disappear. After death, part of the body will become soil, part will become flowers, and part will become clouds, rain and dew. We will meet again in this world and will never be separated. In order to find you earlier, I have to eat a little fatter and increase myself."

"Then I'll make you fatter."

"No, the handsome guy is thinner and looks better, he suits you."

"Okay." Shen Tinglan wiped off the facial features of Old Man Jiang, "How about manual beautification?"

"Okay." Jiang Fusheng said again, "When we buy a house in the future, we want to buy the first floor. It's better to have a small yard. I want to plant a persimmon tree to make a prosperous life."

"No, Mr. Jiang, let me ask how much is your personal assets, and where do you plan to buy a house?"

"Counting Huabei and borrowing, I barely have personal assets of 4 to [-] yuan." Jiang Fusheng thought seriously, "Why don't we buy a house in Binhai, I like it."

Shen Tinglan said: "The sales department in Binhai does not allow Huabei and Borrowing, neither does Goudongbaitiao."

"Look at what you said, it can't be used anywhere in the country."

"Don't you understand?" Shen Tinglan said again, "It's one thing to understand, but another thing to have no money."

"What are you doing, save some face for the man." Jiang Fu laughed, "Forget it, it's okay not to have Binhai. In fact, it's the same everywhere, one room, two people, three meals, four seasons, that's enough."

The author has something to say: the female coding worker is still in the field, resting on the [-]th, and traveling for two weeks.