Tsinghua University

This winter is extremely cold, but the heating in the dormitory is not working. The whole room is like a refrigerator with a single door, and the quilt is like a freezer.No matter who it is, they have to grin their teeth from the cold before going to bed.

Students are not allowed to use electric blankets in the studio, so they have to collect the plastic bottles they usually drink. After class, they carry seven or eight bottles in plastic bags to the water room to fill hot water, and stuff them into the quilt before going to bed. Warm up and then get in.

That night after the lights were turned off in the dormitory, Shen Tinglan was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard Jiang Fu's voice "Ouch".He opened his eyes and looked up, only to see Jiang Fusheng, who was wearing dinosaur pajamas, sat up from the bed and lifted the quilt completely.

Jiang Huaiyang on the opposite side heard the movement and asked, "Lao Jiang, what are you doing?"

Jiang Fu muttered, "My kang is wet."

Zhao Han jokingly said, "Hey, you still pee on the kang when you're too old, isn't it embarrassing?"

"Can you blame me?" Jiang Fu's tone was a little irritated, "The bottle cap was not tightened tightly, and I leaked a lot of hot water under the bed. Brother Zhao, come and lie down on the bed, it's still warm." After finishing speaking, his voice softened , and asked, "Brother Lan, do you still have room?"

Shen Tinglan laughed: "Yes, you call me nice twice."

Jiang Fusheng knew that Shen Tinglan wanted to take advantage of being his verbal father.He didn't like what he wanted, so he dragged his voice on purpose, and shouted in a sticky voice: "My dear...Brother Lan, do you still have room? Brother Lan, my quilt is wet and I have no place to sleep. Pity me ?”

For some reason, Shen Tinglan thought of the legends in ancient times, those beautiful ghosts written by down-and-out scholars also made such weak appearances at night, coaxing passers-by.

Shen Tinglan blushed suddenly, he was thankful that the lights in the dormitory were dark and no one saw his embarrassment.He covered half of his face with the quilt, and stared at Jiang Fusheng with only a pair of eyes exposed: "Shut up!"

Jiang Fusheng leaned over with the pillow and quilt in his arms, and said in a light voice, "Didn't you tell me to say that? Brother Lan, make room for me."

Shen Tinglan didn't say a word, he closed his eyes, turned sideways to face the wall, and made room for a space.

Jiang Fusheng quickly put the pillow and quilt away, and lay down next to Shen Tinglan. He got a bargain and said, "Thank you, Brother Lan, good night, Brother Lan."

Jiang Huaiyang pointed at Jiang and complained: "Brother Lan, this man is so shameless. If you don't kick him, just let him go."

Zhao Han laughed and said, "You two are so gay."

Jiang Fusheng followed with a laugh: "That's right, we are a match made in heaven. Brother Lan likes me, and I like him too. Right, Brother Lan?"

Shen Tinglan was taken aback for a moment, because Zhao Han and Jiang Huaiyang were still present, and subconsciously seemed to deny Jiang Xusheng's words.He turned his face, but his gaze met Shang Jiang's eyes.Jiang Fusheng's eyes were very bright, like water patterns in the sun, shining softly and shimmeringly.

Jiang Fusheng quietly took Shen Tinglan's hand, and lightly drew the word "I" on his palm.The fingertips are like a bunch of tender green mint, with a little comforting coolness.

Shen Tinglan immediately calmed down, with a slight smile on his lips, and calmly replied: "Yes, Lao Jiang is right, he likes me."

The other two people in the dormitory laughed out loud. They thought that Jiang Fusheng and Shen Tinglan were playing weird with each other again, but they didn't expect that it was not a joke.

Affection that cannot be truly disclosed is often regarded as absurd.

The night is getting dark, and tomorrow morning classes will be held at six o'clock, the four of them hurry up to sleep.The bed in the dormitory was narrow, and Jiang Fusheng was afraid that Shen Tinglan would not be able to sleep well, so he turned sideways and stood next to the railing.It so happened that Shen Tinglan was also worried that he would not sleep well, so she also turned sideways and pressed against the wall.In this way, there was a big gap between them, and the cold wind poured into the quilt in bursts, waking them up in the middle of the night.

Jiang Fusheng heard Shen Tinglan's gasp and knew that he was also awakened from the cold, so he was about to turn around, but felt a resistance: "Brother Lan, you are pressing my tail."

Shen Tinglan pulled out the plush dinosaur tail that was pressed under his waist: "What kind of monster are you?"

Jiang Fusheng touched the tails of his pajamas twice, and said in a low voice, "Just now you said you liked me, but now you call me a monster, you are so heartless."

Shen Tinglan turned to look at him: "Just now was just now, now is now."

Jiang Fu smiled, and asked again: "The entrance exam will be in two days, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm just a little nervous." Shen Tinglan sighed, "I heard from Teacher Liu that there are studios that paint the back of the test paper, so that when the paper is collected, the person in front of the paper will be stained."

"I don't have the skills, so I follow crooked ways." Jiang Fusheng said, "There are always some people who take painting as a shortcut to save the country from the curve of the college entrance examination, and then find that they are not material, they can only think of crooked ideas, which are bad and stupid. This thing If you really are so eager to learn, why don’t you all study cultural subjects and study fine arts to pass the Tsinghua University exam.”

Shen Tinglan smiled: "At the beginning, the class teacher asked me to learn to draw curves to save the country, so that I could go to college. But I want to study hard and become a painter. There are many beautiful things in this world. I want to draw them and show them to everyone."

Jiang Fusheng was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "If you want to learn pure arts, you should take the Central Academy of Arts."

"A good school is the icing on the cake. Mr. Qi Baishi is still a carpenter... Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts is also very good. It's great to be admitted." Shen Tinglan paused, "Besides, I don't know much about it." I deserve you."

"Can't bear to part with me again?" Jiang Fusheng touched the tail of his pajamas, giggling, "Just now you called me a monster."

“你这个人非得找揍是吗？”沈听澜皱眉，“我现在没把你踹地上去，就是爱你。”

"Okay, love me, love me." Jiang Fusheng changed the subject, "Where will we buy a house in the future? What decoration style do you like?"

"Ah?" Shen Tinglan didn't expect Jiang Fusheng's thinking to be so leaps and bounds. They hadn't written off their college entrance exams and had no money, so they jumped to buying a house and settling down, "No, you're too far away Bar?"

"Sooner or later, choosing the day is worse than hitting the day." Jiang Fu laughed, "Actually, I even thought about our child's name."

Shen Tinglan was stunned for a while, suspecting that Jiang Fu's voice would freeze his brain, he quickly interrupted: "Wait a minute, will you give birth to the child or will I give birth?"

Jiang complained "puchi" and laughed out loud, but he was afraid of waking up Zhao Han and Jiang Huaiyang, so he buried his face under the quilt: "Brother Lan, will you still have children?"

Shen Tinglan kicked him angrily: "Come here!"

Jiang Fusheng pulled back the quilt, showing his blushing face: "No, I mean we can adopt a child. There are so many homeless children in the orphanage. Parents don't care about their life or death. We have the ability I can take care of you...I like little girls, I want to call her Shen Lanlan."

Shen Tinglan's expression softened a little: "Shen Lanlan is a bit vulgar, please change your name."

"That's Shen Tingting?"

Jiang Fusheng looked at Shen Tinglan's expression, with a bitter face: "Then you can't be called Shen Dazhuang?"

Shen Tinglan shook her head and yawned: "Be careful that my daughter will fight with you when she grows up."

"Hiss... this doesn't work, that doesn't work," Jiang Fusheng threw the quilt over his head, "How about Tsinghua?" Before Shen Tinglan could respond, he added, "Shuimu Tsinghua's Tsinghua, Not bad."

Shen Tinglan was amused by his childish little thoughts: "Okay, let's go to Tsinghua University, it sounds good."

Jiang Fusheng closed his eyes in satisfaction, said goodnight to the equally sleepy Shen Tinglan, and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, he will wake up with happiness.

The author has something to say: this is the end of the main text, and there is still a little pit about the school entrance examination and college entrance examination to be filled in outside the episode.

One of the protagonists in this article has a prototype and is my high school classmate.He is a very gentle boy with good grades and likes to draw, but he failed to study because of family reasons.At that time, I was quite regretful, and said to him: "If you go to learn painting, you will definitely be admitted to Tsinghua University."

He had a crush on another outstanding boy in his class.

A relationship that only we know about, that never began.

He would talk to me about this from time to time. He went to see a psychiatrist and suspected that he was abnormal. It was very hard.

So at the beginning, I wanted to write it as a sand sculpture, and have a little fun.

I gave him this belated story. The protagonist in the story can get happiness, and I hope he can also be outside the story.

The world is lovely, and so are you.

We are all unique.