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Winter in Rongcheng is earlier than in previous years. Just after October, the temperature drops to 6 degrees in the morning.

Peichuan Film Academy is the school with the largest area in the university town. It only takes 10 minutes to walk from the dormitory to the No. [-] teaching building.It's usually fine, but the cold and windy weather is really exhausting.

Not far away, Jiang Xiannian, who was slender and thin and tightly wrapped, came from the south gate.

The boy was wearing a mask, revealing only his straight nose and well-shaped eyebrows.Because he was too thin, the trousers of the loose sweatpants were empty, and his pair of straight and long legs walked very slowly, which seemed out of tune with the hurried pace of the students around him.

Three or four boys about 1.8 meters in height walked behind him with books between them.When passing by him, the biggest boy bumped his shoulder with his elbow, and smiled with a bit of honesty: "Good morning, Xiannian, have you had breakfast yet?"

Jiang Xiannian turned slightly sideways.

Before he could speak, the boy who was talking to him was pulled aside by another person:

"What are you trying to get close to him?"

"When did Jiang Xiannian talk to the group of people in our dormitory?"

"If you don't believe me, just ask, at least you are a classmate in the same dormitory for a year. Does anyone know your name?"

The boy seemed not to believe it, but also seemed to want to confirm it. He stood there with a tangled expression and looked at Jiang Xiannian eagerly.

He really didn't remember, Jiang Xiannian pursed his lower lip.

"Tsk, what did I say. Go fast, don't get in the way of people."

The boy looked lonely and was urged to go away, but the conversation between the few people had not stopped. Another slightly rough voice said: "Actually, it is normal that he doesn't know the third child. One has not been in the dormitory since the end of the freshman military training. People who live here don’t usually sit with us in class.”

"Then you said that Jiang Xiannian doesn't live in a dormitory. I heard that he also registered as a poor student. Isn't living outside more expensive than living in a dormitory?"

"Jiang Xian is so good-looking in his old age, how do you know that not only does he not spend money living outside, he might even earn money."

This kind of thing is not uncommon. After the words fell, the eyes of others became subtle: "You, you mean..."

The owner of the sharp voice looked meaningfully at Jiang Xiannian who was behind: "Who knows."

Jiang Xiannian glanced past him lightly and looked straight ahead, there was no extra emotion in his calm eyes.

Like a punch on the cotton, the boy with freckles on his face made fun of himself, turned his face away and spat air hard.

When he came to the classroom, Jiang Xiannian sat in the first row where no one would occupy it as usual, with a short distance between him and the others.

An unread message pops up on the lock screen:

[Boss 3: Do you have time tonight? 】

Jiang Xiannian replied: When exactly?

[Boss 3: 1:[-], [-] hour]

【it is good. 】

The acting major focuses on practice, and the culture curriculum is relatively simple. After the skill class, Jiang Xiannian is still the first student to walk out of the classroom.

After checking the get out of class schedule, Tuesday's classes were all over, Jiang Xiannian walked to the bus stop with his backpack.

Soon, the vehicle arrived at the station, and the crowded bus drove to the urban area.

Rongcheng is a mountainous area, the main road is not only uphill but also downhill, swaying back and forth for an hour and walking along the street for 10 minutes before Jiang Xiannian arrived at his destination.Raising his hand and pressing his stomach, he entered the hotel with a white face.

After swiping the card, Jiang Xiannian changed into his work clothes and went to the cubicle.

University Town is located in the northernmost suburb of Rongcheng, with a vast area and a large number of colleges and universities.The crop after crop of college students supported the merchants in the commercial street and food street, and there were many opportunities for part-time jobs.But too much labor is worthless. Jiang Xiannian works in a restaurant near the school and can only earn about 7 yuan per hour.

Not cost-effective.

It took him a week to find a part-time job in this city hotel.

Although it is far away, but fortunately, the hourly salary is high, 12 an hour during the day, 20 an hour at night, at least 2000 in a month, and there is a small cubicle that belongs to him, where he can catch up on sleep after work Then take the morning bus back to school.

I washed my face in front of the faucet, and the discomfort caused by motion sickness disappeared.Jiang Xiannian used the hotel spare room card to open the spare room, rolled up his sleeves and skillfully changed the sheets and toiletries.

The laundry room is on the first floor. Jiang Xiannian dragged the clothes basket and passed by the housekeeping department. Several people downstairs were eating. Uncle Li, the security guard with a kind face, waved at him:

"Xiannian, I've got you a meal, come here quickly."

"My grandson is as old as you. He is about the same height as you. He weighs more than 180 pounds. There are two of you. Look at you, how thin are you?"

"It's true that he is not as handsome as you. He was born with a hulking back. But I saw you so thin, and you would have to be blown away when you went out when the wind was stronger."

"That's right. I haven't seen a child who is more beautiful than Xiannian. Look at the nose and eyes. I don't know how it happened. The stars on TV are not as good-looking as Xiannian."

"Yes, sit down and eat well, and then do it after eating."

A few people talked to each other, Jiang Xiannian paused for a while, nodded in response, waited until all the sheets on the first floor were changed and put them in the disinfection cabinet, then washed his hands and took a few mouthfuls of food.

Jiang Xiannian has a small appetite and eats slowly. I don't know if it's because he is a good-looking person, and his every move is also inexplicably good-looking.If someone speaks to him, he responds; if no one speaks to him, he stays quiet.The thin bangs on the forehead hang low, like a puppet cat eating obediently.

The people sitting with me couldn't help but look at it more.

However, before they could appreciate it enough, Jiang Xiannian got up again and went to the back kitchen to get busy.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, less than 10 minutes have passed, Uncle Li sighed: "You child, you should eat more."

Only a thin figure responded to him.

The hotel staff are on a "three shifts" system in the morning, noon and evening. There is a two-hour break between the afternoon and evening. Jiang Xiannian made up for the 10 minutes spent on eating, and worked for 4 hours at full capacity. :6, changed clothes and went into his cubicle.

After boarding the mobile game, the friend whose ID is "Eating chicken depends on dogs" is already online, and it is "Boss 3".

In addition to working in the hotel, Jiang Xiannian will also choose a suitable time to work part-time and play various games with him.

30 per hour.

After matching the Bluetooth headset, he sent a game invitation to the boss.

After the first round, the boss wanted to block the bridge leading to M City, Jiang Xiannian drove him over, the two squatted behind the old car, and successfully killed a team of four.

Seeing that the boss was going to lick the bag, Jiang Xiannian turned on the voice: "There is someone."

Jiang Xiannian's voice is clear, with an unconscious gentleness in it. Just hearing this voice, one can think of a clean boy in a white shirt in a midsummer classroom. The boy's fair and bright face.

Without seeing his face, Jiang Xiannian's superiority in sound quality was not concealed.The first time I heard him turn on the mic, even the boss, who is a straight man, had a brain crash.

He didn't come back to his senses until the game ended and he ate the chicken smoothly.

Over there, Jiang Xiannian has gone offline.

No more, no less, exactly one hour.

There was no class on Wednesday morning, and the evening shift ended at 2 am. Jiang Xiannian took a shower, dried his hair carefully, and slept in the cubicle until nine o'clock.

The cubicle is so small that it can only accommodate a bed and a clothes hanger about one meter long, and it won't be able to hold any more.The window was close to the head of the bed, and the sunlight came into the room and fell on the eyelids. Jiang Xiannian opened his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows casually.

Looking at the cramped space and ceiling without focus, his lower eyelids slightly drooped.

After a while, Jiang Xiannian climbed down from the bed, took a bucket of cold water and patted his face, washed up briefly and went downstairs to the hall.

Uncle Li pushed open the revolving door from the outside, put his hands to his mouth and breathed out:

"Xiannian, I looked around on the way here, and the man finally won't come today."

What Uncle Li said was that some time ago, he would show up on time every day during his working hours, take over the floor of the restaurant he was in charge of, cover it with roses, and tell him about the middle-aged man he likes.

This man is not the first, and this kind of liking is not the first time either.

I said I like it, but I actually like it because I love it.

Jiang Xiannian did not deliberately avoid it, but ignored it as usual.

No matter what methods those people took, whether gentle or romantic or threatening, Jiang Xiannian's performance seemed to be indifferent from the bottom of his heart.

Apparently, this method works well.

After wringing out the overalls he changed yesterday and drying them out, Jiang Xiannian got on the bus back to school.

"North Bridge and South Lane at the station ahead, please prepare to get off the bus if you need it..."

Amidst the mechanical announcement, the mobile phone attached to his trousers kept vibrating, and Jiang Xiannian took out the mobile phone.

When he saw the contact's notes clearly, the brown pupils shrank, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Very subtle mood swings, but it was not unusual for Jiang Xiannian's always calm face to show up.

It seems to be a kind of struggle that goes deep into the bone marrow.

With his fingernails on his palm, Jiang Xiannian turned down the volume and answered the phone.

Immediately there was a woman's cry.

Jiang Xiannian's eyes dimmed.

"I will find a way for the money."

After leaving these words, Jiang Xiannian hung up the phone, untied his backpack, and rummaged through it without expression.

The middle-aged man chasing him once slipped a business card into it.

Because he didn't care, he didn't think about throwing it away. Jiang Xiannian easily found the business card at the bottom of the schoolbag.

A black hard card, with a few lines written on it in gilt fonts.

Name and contact information.

Staring at the phone number above for a long time, Jiang Xiannian grabbed his business card, got off the car two stops earlier, and went to a milk tea shop to buy a cup of oat milk with added sugar.

Instead of returning to school from the south gate as usual, he walked around to the north gate with milk tea.

There are few people in the north gate, and it takes only ten minutes for a car to pass by.

Jiang Xiannian was tired from walking, so he sat on the bus platform and opened the milk package.

The beige barley floated on top of the hot milk, and there was a layer of frosting that was not evenly stirred. Jiang Xiannian shook the cup gently, and took a sip in the rising heat.

Sweet.

The sweetness is greasy, and there is some indescribable bitterness after the entrance.

Frowning and taking a few sips, Jiang Xiannian put down his cup and took out the crumpled business card.

A supercar galloped past the south gate of Peichuan Film Academy, and the sound of the roaring engine brought him back from his thoughts.

Jiang Xiannian subconsciously followed the sound and saw the person in the driver's seat with a stinky face.

The skin is very fair, the facial features are three-dimensional and deep, the expression is cold, and it looks very unfriendly. The afternoon sun shines on the chiseled side face through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the street trees.

Unable to tell whether it was the reflective earrings on one side of the other party, or the light at noon was too dazzling, Jiang Xiannian subconsciously wanted to look away.

One of the two faces south and the other faces north, separated by a distance of several meters and the isolation zone, they met each other face to face.

The expressions of the people in the car became weird in an instant.

Jiang Xiannian's eyes stayed on the other person's face for a short while and then moved away, but the sound of the roaring engine was getting closer and closer to him after the "brushing" sound of the tires rubbing against the ground violently.

The red supercar made a sharp turn and stopped in front of him.

Jiang Xiannian raised his head, and the people in the car walked towards him, with long legs staggered, and walked up to him in a few steps.

"I'm Ji Baicen."

"I like you very much."

Ji Baicen spoke very fast, Jiang Xiannian couldn't hear clearly.

A large bouquet of roses hit him in the face, Jiang Xiannian parted his lips, and Ji Baicen's face turned to the side, not looking at him.

He guessed that Ji Baicen's slightly red earlobes were just frozen by the cold wind.And the precious car key in the middle of the rose stamen proved his conjecture.

Jiang Xiannian pursed his lower lip.

Ji Baicen's actions are no different from those who chased him before.

Even the attitude is more casual than the person who wanted to take care of him before. It was as casual as if he happened to be carrying a car full of roses. He couldn’t find someone to confess to or was rejected. He accidentally saw it on the road, so he changed the object of his pursuit on a whim. he.

As time passed, Ji Bocen seemed to be impatiently pulling his hair, and the tips of his frostbitten ears became more and more red.

Jiang Xiannian grabbed Ji Baicen by the corner of his clothes before he left.

He needs money very much now, and it doesn't matter who he is.

But if he could, he wanted to pick this guy.

Jiang Xiannian grabbed the corner of Ji Baicen's clothes and subconsciously licked his lips: "How much can you give me?"