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It was a good time.

The string spring is deep, the spring is deep, and the clouds and thunder break through the sky. Yao Jianqi is squatting on the ground, drawing on the stone step at the door with a red mud-stained rock. The drop of rain just fell on one eyelid of his painting. On, with a little Yaoyao's anger.

Yao An ran over with a thin-bodied wine-making jar, with a faucet attached to the bottom, and a steady stream of red bean wine came out as soon as it was twisted.

When the weather is fine, he will allow Yao Jianqi to take a sip from his cup.

On the day they left Anding Village, grandma told them that the Artemisia annua would grow in another month, and they must come in to eat Artemisia cakes at that time.Yao An pulled his face moaningly and said that he had no share, and grandma patted him on the head when he was about to get in the car: "I will send it to you in due time." He let out a cry, pushing the laurel tree beside him Yao Jianqi, who was standing there waiting for him, was covered with rainwater, his black hair full of spots.

The two of them were very busy until the summer came. Yao Jianqi practiced sketching and sculpting every day, and also read various art examination papers. He was tortured by the red book lesson plans to the point where his body was almost shattered.Yao An did not participate in the swimming season of the college. When the coach hit his calf with a bamboo whip again, he turned his pain into a curse, and willfully changed his major, which he named physical therapy: sports rehabilitation.

"The pomegranates are blooming very well."

Yao An told Yao Jianqi on the phone that it was worthwhile for him to help out for a whole month and replied that he had exchanged a winter vacation with Wu Yongxi and entrusted him to take care of this girl-like flower.

"Do you think it will bear fruit?" Yao Jianqi had to go out to buy art textbooks later, so Yao Jianqi took a nap on the pink panther and swallowed a yawn.He stayed up late last night, with the electric pencil sharpener at his feet and Schiller's sketching Sanshou.

"Not necessarily." Yao An stood next to the balcony and sprayed some water on the petals, "I feel very delicate."

Yao Jianqi smiled: "It's good if it's not long, so you don't waste it."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Eating pomegranates is like a cow chewing peonies."

"Hey, hey!" Yao An knocked the bottom of the kettle, "I'm sure I can't hit you now, right?"

"That's right." Yao Jianqi stretched his waist, and with a little laziness at the end of his words, he gently scratched Yao An's heart.

"Ahem." Yao An glanced aside, it was indeed a bright day outside, and the sky was bright, but he was thinking about things at night.

Yao Jianqi was tired and didn't have time to smell the sweetness. He turned over, folded the drawing paper one by one, folded a corner to use as a pin, and asked, "Is there training next week?"

"It seems to be." Yao An put down the kettle, and moved the flowers to the shade in the corner of the balcony, avoiding the hottest afternoon sun.

"Are you sure?"

"A piece of cake."

A while ago, Yao An said that he wanted to bid farewell to his racing career with a certificate. He chose a lifeguard certificate, which is not difficult in practice, but he has to train for three days before the exam to learn some rescue skills.

"Hey." Yao Jianqi thought for a while, "Do I have to take the artificial respiration test?"

"what?"

"Really?" Yao Jianqi asked again.

Yao An frowned, admiring his unfounded worry, and said loudly, "Yes!"

The other end breathed heavily, as if sitting up: "Really?"

"It's all marked on it, the practical part—examination and cardiopulmonary resuscitation." Yao An said happily.

Yao Jianqi fell silent, trying to comfort himself by smoothing out his thoughts. This is just the content of the exam, so there is no need to make a fuss about it.

Then it ended in failure.

"Do you have to go?" He choked out.

"No, all the money has been paid." Yao An said.

"..."

The other party finally burst out laughing, Yao An couldn't bear to continue teasing him, and said to him, "What kind of mind are you talking about, it's not a real person, it's just a model!"

The people in the dormitory had already left at some point, and only Zhan Xing was left, who was persistently shaping a three-to-three-quarter-point bang. When Yao An came in from the balcony, Zhan Xing had only one hair left stubbornly standing on it. Right in the middle, unbiased.

"Where are people?" Yao An asked.

"Why did you forget again?" Zhan Xing said, "They have a water polo game in the afternoon."

It was only then that Yao An remembered that both Wu Yongxi and Zhou Huan belonged to the water polo team, and yesterday he bought them for the cheerleading team with a cheap homemade hot pot meal.

"Oh yes." Yao An grabbed a Pokeball power bank, "Then let's go."

"Wait a minute." Zhan Xing said while fighting against the stubborn hair, "Straighten it first."

Yao An: "Then hurry up."

Zhan Xing glanced at him sideways, and said, "I mean your face."

"My face?" Yao An didn't know, so he didn't have a mirror, so he took a look at Zhan Xing, "There's nothing there."

"It's all fucking happy." Zhan Xing thought he was blocking the light, and pushed him away, "Was that your 'Three Loves' object just now?"

Yao An stood on his feet, realizing what Zhan Xing said about "Three Loves", and gave him a blank look, neither admitting nor denying it.

"Are you serious?" Zhan Xing suddenly glanced at him in surprise.

"What's real or fake?"

"The tone of the chat between you two is much more enthusiastic than that of your predecessor." Zhan Xing joked.

"Don't always belong to your predecessor's predecessor." Yao An frowned and looked towards the balcony, and measured the distance to this bed, feeling that the sound insulation of this door is not good enough.

"I didn't eavesdrop." Zhan Xing looked at him like that, "I was squatting in the toilet, and you didn't notice when I went in and out. Who is to blame?"

"..."

Zhan Xing patted that hair completely flat in a flash, patted the hem of his shirt neatly, and went to open the door: "Walking and chatting?"

On the way, students were in twos and threes, some were reading IELTS words aloud by the lake, and some were lying on the lawn drowsy. From time to time, a pair or two of charming young couples wandered by, spreading a little smell of love corruption into the air.

I was stopped and stuffed two leaflets, one was a school song contest given by a Kumamon doll, and the other was a ballroom dance party given by Pikachu, who was fighting with it.Yao An finally found an opportunity to speak seriously, but was robbed by Zhan Xing again.

"I must listen to Pikachu!" Zhan Xing slammed the dance list loudly, "But according to the proportion of our school, it's a ballroom dance, so don't let a group of strong men stop the battle."

"Don't worry, they don't have your way." Yao An stuffed his own card into his arms.

Zhan Xing laughed for a long time: "Hey, aren't you going?"

"I……"

"Oh, that's right." Zhan Xing replied quickly, puffing his cheeks meaningfully, "You have a partner."

Yao An sighed.

Finally cut to the chase.

"You know my brother?" he asked first.

"nonsense."

Yao An nodded and continued, "Then you know...we are not related by blood?"

"This question is not difficult to guess. I have met your stepmother, and she is very beautiful." Zhan Xing said as he walked.

Yao An saved a lot of explanations: "In short, as long as you know."

"But—" Zhan Xing rolled his eyes again, "Does it matter?"

They quickly entered the swimming pool, and Yao An rubbed his hands on the seam of his trousers twice, as if he mustered up his courage, and when the sun was in the sky, he made up his mind.

"There's no blood relationship, so that means me and him..."

There was a sudden roar in the hall, crashing against the four walls, biting off a few of his vocabulary.

"...is completely fine."

Zhan Xing turned to look at him, and said with an open voice, "What did you just say?"

Yao An stretched out his fists, stroked his hair vigorously, and responded louder: "I said, he and I are-"

What interrupted him this time was a sharp sound, like the sound of sneakers scraping on a sports floor, and a noisier, somewhat excessive boiling.

A few people rushed out with panicked faces and disheveled hair. They bumped away and ran away. Sporadic words floated over, intermittently: "Look for a counselor", "Call someone", "Fighted"... .

Yao An and Zhan Xing looked at each other.

The next moment, they rushed in together.

The swimming pool has exploded.

Noisy beatings and scolding mixed with harsh referee whistles almost knocked down the ceiling.There was no one in the auditorium, and they all ran to the pool to form a dense crowd, taking pictures, taking pictures, cheering, cheering, it was more exciting than just watching the game, and there were two mobile phones dropped into the pool, their faces turned red and white , in a dilemma by the pool.The few instructors went into the water and couldn't get into the center of chaos at all. Whenever they approached, they were beaten back by the blind fists as enemies.

"This...is so fucking wonderful!" Zhan Xing stood on the diving platform dumbfounded and sighed.

"It's time to watch the excitement." Yao An looked into the swimming pool, "Where are the two of them?"

"Wait a minute, I'll find it." Zhan Xing didn't forget his roommate while watching the movie, covering his eyes with his hands, looking for people like a scanner.

In the center of the vortex, the athletes in red and blue swimming caps, that is, the two sides of this competition, are wrestling together.After a while, he throws the opponent below the surface of the water, punching the opponent in the underwater resistance eight hundred times that of air, and after a while, both of them pull out their heads out of breath, and hit the opponent's nose bridge with the ear protectors on the hat.

"This is real hand-to-hand combat." A man in front of them said that he didn't think it was a big deal.

Yao An frowned, and stretched out his hand to push the man away: "Step aside."

"Hey you..."

"Boom!!!"

The two pairs of sneakers fell to the ground when Yao An entered the water.

Yao Jianqi dipped some froth with a coffee swab, and was drawing the outline of the baby sitting in the stroller on the opposite table on the back of the napkin according to local conditions, when suddenly he heard the sound of water breaking, and the liquid droplets splashed on the round glass tabletop like this .

He went over according to his reputation, and saw that the awning was adjacent to the small fountain, which caused Feifei's warmth in the suffocating afternoon, but there was nothing unusual about it.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cong, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help asking.

"Didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?" She touched her ears suspiciously.

"Just..." Yao Jianqi shook his head, and threw the root into the takeaway coffee cup, "I must have misheard."

Jiang Cong shrugged disapprovingly, and then put a stack of octavo sketch paper on his lap on the table, knocked it evenly, and the wax flakes fell off.

The teacher and the student met by chance. Jiang Cong took a group of rambunctious children out to sketch. After finishing the work, she avoided the coffee shop. Driven by the law of diminishing marginal utility, she bought two glasses of Americano that she couldn't finish. I saw Yao Jianqi who had just come out of the semi-underground bookstore, and his newly bought "Copying Sample for the Entrance Examination".

"Why don't you drink at all!" Jiang Cong pointed angrily at the half price of the second cup that she thought she had taken advantage of.

"I don't like to drink." Yao Jianqi said.

"why?"

"It's hard."

"Dizzy." Jiang Cong rested his forehead with the back of his hand, "I forgot you love sweets."

Yao Jianqi moved the textbook aside, picked it up at the end, and took a few sips to save face.

Only then did Jiang Cong smile in relief, and glanced at the dusty entrance exam textbooks, turned around with a corner in his hand, and flipped through them slowly: "What about this one, do you like it?"

She tapped the cover with the tip of her index finger.

"Not really." Yao Jianqi left the paper cup, knowing that Jiang Cong was not referring to painting, "It's just homework."

Jiang Cong licked his chin, and asked again: "Is it hard?"

"A little bit." Yao Jianqi said truthfully.

Jiang Cong expected it: "I decided to take the art test in the future, right?"

Yao Jianqi nodded.

"The training camp is much more tiring than now." Jiang Cong said jokingly, threateningly.

"It's inevitable." Yao Jianqi lowered his head and took a sip, but it still didn't taste sweet at all.

"Hey, Jianqi." Jiang Cong leaned her elbows on the table, and after turning over the last page of matte paper, she patted Yao Jianqi's wrist.

"Do you want to go to France?"

When Yao An swam to the deep water area, he managed to push the red-eyed man away from Wu Yongxi's body, and kicked him away to avoid future troubles, but was thrown into the water by Wu Yongxi, who was beaten to the point of being unconscious but still self-improving. When he was young, he realized for the first time what it means to feed the dog.

He took three sips of swimming pool water in a row, and during this period, he did not drown the other party in the pool immediately by reciting "It's a free lifesaving exercise" and "A dog's life is also a life".

Freed from Wu Yongxi's clutches, he swam behind him, and Wu Yongxi yelled again, "Come and die with your father!"

Yao An raised his fist and knocked him out.

On the other end, Zhan Xing, who was stripped down to the last pair of underwear, finally rushed to the battlefield, swam out an S-shaped wave, and said with dignity, "Brother, I'm coming!"

"..."

Yao An really didn't have time to worry about it right now, so he threw Wu Yongxi to him, dived into the water, and went to pull Zhou Huan, who was smashing someone on the goal post, so late that he died.

In the end, this swimming pool farce was barely ended when physical education teachers from all colleges collectively entered the water to suppress it.

After watching the lively spectators and the counselor who made the minor demerits leave, the red and blue teams, plus a total of 20 substitutes, participated in the scuffle. All of them stood upside down by the pool wall with their noses and faces swollen, with their hands on the floor and their heads congested.

"It's full of energy, isn't it!"

"Hot-blooded Fanggang, right?"

The referee, that is, the head coach of the water polo team, waved a plastic work card, and swung it across the muscular abdominal muscles without distinction.

"Go back and hold it up!" The coach kicked one by one, and when everyone got up and stood up again, he asked while patrolling, "Tell me, how did you fight!"

"Report—" Wu Yongxi was the first to yell, "They fouled, the blue team No. 5 pulled my swimming trunks underwater!"

"Fart your grandpa!" The number 5 contestant who was named at the end of the line shot back with a red neck, "Why don't you say that I molested you!"

"Report—" Wu Yongxi shouted again, "He molested me!"

Team member No. 5: "..."

The two of them started their fight like a gong show, and the remaining 18 mouths opened their mouths in unison, criticizing each other:

"You fouled, I saw you helping the goal!"

"You're a goalkeeper and you've passed the halfway line!"

"The blue team played black with a corner kick!"

"The red team presses the ball into the water!"

"I wish you a substitute for a lifetime!"

"Go to your water prison!"

……

After some chattering and disputes, Leng created a buzzing effect for the empty venue.

At this time, Yao An, who had swam around the pool for a week and a half, surfaced and shook his hair: "Hey, it's not over yet."

The coach suddenly turned around, still surprised: "Where did you come from?"

But Yao An didn't need to answer, he scolded sharply: "Hurry up and leave the venue!"

"Wait a minute." Yao An drooped his ears, "The clothes will be delivered later."

After all, he ignored the coach's liver-like expression, kicked back, turned around and swam away neatly.

Jiang Cong didn't wait for Yao Jianqi's reply.

"The school atmosphere and courses are good. My undergraduate major is pure art, oil painting, and of course, curation, sculpture, etc. There are a lot of them. You will decide when the time comes.

"The schooling system is 3 years, and I flew a special flight during the interview, and now it seems that I can do online interviews.

"Actually, the biggest problem is the language. French needs at least B1, so let's go to the local area to study for a year..."

"Teacher, wait a minute." Yao Jianqi leaned forward slightly and interrupted her.

"Okay." Jiang Cong stopped easily and tilted his head, "What's the problem?"

"No problem." Yao Jianqi said.

Jiang Cong smiled and said, "Then you..."

"Because I won't go." Yao Jianqi said calmly.

Jiang Cong narrowed his phoenix eyes involuntarily: "So sure?"

Yao Jianqi nodded his head very lightly, understating his words but not commenting.

Jiang Cong was a little surprised: "I thought you had no sense of belonging here."

Yao Jianqi asked instead: "Your premise is that I will definitely be able to apply successfully?"

"It's not like." Jiang Cong kept his hands idle, scraping the furry corners of the sketch paper intentionally or unintentionally, but his eyes were very sincere and proud, "You are the best I have ever taught."

Yao Jianqi wiped the coffee stain that was about to evaporate on the glass with a napkin, and said, "Maybe you haven't taught it long enough."

"Wow, can I understand that you are praising me in disguise for my youth?" Jiang Cong smiled and raised one shoulder.

"Of course." Yao Jianqi folded the tissue and asked casually, "Teacher, how long has it been since you looked at my painting?"

Jiang Cong tapped the ground with a vulcanized heel, and after a few times, his eyes lit up: "One year, right? I have a good memory."

Yao Jianqi just smiled and said nothing, holding the paper cup, and stroking the cowhide insulation cover with his thumb.

Not long after, he said, "I'm probably a little different from that time."

Jiang Cong nestled back in the rattan chair and put on a listening posture: "Tell me."

"I don't have such a strong desire to express myself." Yao Jianqi was very concise, "In other words, it is no longer necessary to find an outlet through painting."

"Well, it seems to be like this all the time. The desire to express is accompanied by the gradual perfection of the mind, and the health does not meet the artistic indicators." Jiang Cong sketched on the armrest and said, "But you still have to paint."

"The mentality has changed."

Jiang Cong looked at Yao Jianqi, and felt something sensitively from the tone of his voice or expression when he said this, which was unexpected and should be expected.

"Sounds like... getting what you want?" she said.

Yao Jianqi learned what he learned and put it into practice: "It's not like."

Jiang Cong smiled bluntly, and wanted to whistle, but unfortunately he was not good at it: "My idea is that even if the desire to express is weak, it should not be an obstacle to perfecting artistic accomplishment. Explore on the road of sexuality." She continued, "Going to study art abroad is a cost-worthy decision. You can experience a different artistic context. In addition to improving your skills, your personal style and concepts can also be greatly influenced. Earth sure. In other words, you will be very free."

Although she didn't fully understand the meaning of Yao Jianqi's words, she tried to get closer: "Your paintings have a very obvious perspective of the viewer, like a gift for others."

Yao Jianqi's gaze shifted in the afternoon, but he didn't answer.

Jiang Cong stopped, before getting up, she said: "A good gift needs to be polished and polished, what do you think?"