Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Beijing is about to bid farewell to the season of heating.

Jiang Wei picked out the freshly washed socks from the washing machine, arranged them neatly on the radiator like fish, and waited for them to change from wet fresh fish to warm dried fish.

The captain has gained two catties after a winter, and is swaggering past Jiang Wei with a real dried fish in his mouth, running all the way to the sofa, squatting down, and jumping up.

The first time he didn't jump up, half of his body was hanging below, and he took his paws for a long time to move his pregnant belly and fat wrinkled butt up.

Jiang Wei firmly believed that at the moment when the captain successfully landed, he heard his sigh, but the next moment, this fat man forgot his shame and lost his self-esteem, and gnawed on the small dried fish.

Jiang Wei looked at the captain and shook his head.

The captain also gave Jiang Weiwei a look, as if to say that Miao must have a good time if he is happy, and don't let the dry fish meet the moon.

Jiang Wei immediately promoted the captain to a confidant, gave him three pieces of dried fish, and pinched his fat face

Big Time 1902.

If only Zilu was half lazy as a captain.

Jiang Wei sighed, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, counting down in his heart.After another 10 minutes, he went out on his bicycle and went to the library to pick up Han Zilu.

Han Zilu has been staying in the library every night until closing. At first, Jiang Wei was with him every day, but after a long time, he couldn't stay with him anymore. He started to make trouble after reading a book for a while. As you can imagine, Han Zilu Ruthlessly kicked out.

He had no choice but to go back to the dormitory to play games with the cats, hold a video conference with Doudou and the others to discuss the business of the inn, and then wait until the closing time was approaching before he went to pick Han Zilu home.

Jiang Wei had known for a long time that Han Zilu had a yearning for college life similar to the captain's yearning for Xiaoyugan, so he tried every means to get him to study in his own class, but he didn't expect that since Han Zilu entered the school, he was like Like Superman wearing red underwear, he transformed himself into a top student who is even better than the students of Wuzheng University of Science and Technology.

Jiang Wei has studied in the Department of Ceramics for three years, and Han Zilu has just been here for half a year, but there is already a trend of catching up from partial to large-scale catching up. Needless to say, all kinds of things like art history, design history, arts and crafts history, etc. , Memorize things by rote, it all depends on kung fu, ever since Han Zilu got the history book on the first day, that look in his eyes made Jiang Wei anticipate his desperation in the future.

However, as art students in the Department of Ceramics, their main job is not to endorse or write papers, but to create, that is, to make clay according to their own ideas.

Every boy has rolled in mud puddles when he was a child, and Jiang Wei also came from that stupid period, but he didn't expect at that time that he would take making mud as a profession when he was in his early twenties, let alone My boyfriend who has no art skills is now more professional than him when playing mud.

Han Zilu is just studying with his class, which doesn't count as credits or grades. In theory, he doesn't need to take the public elective courses in the university, but if he doesn't take them if it is not necessary, he is no longer a bully Han Zilu.

Of course, he would accompany Jiang Wei to the classes he chose, and even the exams. Besides, whenever he had time, he would find a classroom where the class was held and go in to listen to the class.

After taking over, it becomes a situation where Jiang Wei attends class and he attends class, Jiang Wei makes up for him to attend class, Jiang Wei is lazy and he still attends class.

Jiang Wei considers himself not a hard-working student, but in the past four years he has been worthy of the organization, and has won many small scholarships, but with Han Zilu as a comparison, his last year of college life is like a mess.

At the beginning, Jiang Wei was really embarrassed by Han Zilu's comparison, and he tried to be strong for a while, but after two months, he revealed his true form, what should he do, that is, after this period of time when his true form was revealed , Jiang Wei discovered that Han Zilu was actually quite talented in pottery.

Most of the courses in college are basic courses. At first glance, everyone is similar. It is really difficult to stand out and be noticed by the teacher, but Han Zilu did it with ease.

The basis of traditional pottery is drawing and forming, and the basis of drawing is mud kneading.

The cylinder material shipped from Yixing was ravaged by the vacuum mud refiner, and when it came out, it was a neat cylinder, but it still could not be used directly. It had to be re-kneaded several times by hand before it could be placed on the drawing machine.

When I first started the traditional pottery class in my sophomore year, the teacher in charge of the class said with a chubby belly: If you want to pull the billet well, you must knead the mud well first.

Then, the teacher beat the mud bar back and forth with his extremely thick palm, completing this step with ease, and said to the students: This is called sheep's head rubbing.

This is a very vivid name, because during the kneading process, a section of "horn" will protrude from both sides of the mud ball, which really looks like a sheep's head.

This is the first kneading method that every student of the ceramics department learns to knead mud, but the requirements for the technique are slightly higher. Slowly no one used it.

Now on the kneading table, it is the world of "chrysanthemum kneading"

Soul Acquisition [Quick Transmigration].

Yes, chrysanthemum rubbing. In view of the progress of the times, chrysanthemum is no longer a simple plant species. When the teacher just said these words, the students burst into laughter.

Jiang Wei still remembers that at that time, Liu Mu smiled wretchedly, changed the order of the front and back, and immediately renamed it "Rubbing Chrysanthemums". The first class of students who made fun of chrysanthemums.

However, the students were not as calm as the teacher. After Liu Mu, there was a period of time when everyone got together to knead mud, someone would always yell loudly at the work table, "Come knead chrysanthemums!"

Now three years have passed, the students who attended the class together at that time have graduated, and now the students in this class are all seniors. No one would deliberately make fun of this matter, and no teacher would come to demonstrate the mud kneading method , Jiang Wei, as Han Zilu's senior and boyfriend, naturally took on the important task of explaining carefully.

According to the tradition, he demonstrated the kneading of the sheep's head first, then calmly threw the freshly kneaded mud ball a few times, pressed one piece hard, and started the anti-clockwise three-dimensional folding.

While rubbing, he said, "This is called chrysanthemum rubbing, another name is rubbing chrysanthemum."

As a name that has been joked about by everyone for three years, no matter how funny the jokes are, they are flat. When Jiang Wei said these words, he was definitely not pretending to be calm, but really didn't realize anything wrong.

But after hearing this, Han Zilu let out the loudest laughter in months, and he squatted on the ground laughing so hard.

This reaction directly broke Jiang Wei's calmness. Although it didn't make him laugh together, it made him blush for a long time.

When he knew the name of this cheating father back then, he was still an upright straight man, he didn't think deeply about the so-called chrysanthemum, and he passed it with a smile. Later, even if he got in touch with Han Zilu, he didn't think too much because of his habit of thinking , facing Han Zilu's gaffe at this moment, he had to think about turning the direction, and let his brain circuit run wildly for thousands of miles, circling the earth three times.

He coughed twice at Han Zilu, showing the air of a senior, "Why are you laughing, these are the names passed down from the ancestors."

Han Zilu laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, he bowed his waist and looked at Jiang Wei, "It's over, it's over, I won't be able to cook properly in the future, do you know that this kneading technique is almost the same as kneading dough."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wei also burst into laughter, and ended up taking a blow from the head master of the studio together with Han Zilu.

In Jiang Wei's view, the matter was over after laughing, but a few months later, after the teacher finished circling the table, he stood behind Han Zilu, nodded and patted him on the shoulder, "Within three sessions Among the students, you are the best at kneading mud."

At that time, the whole class looked at Han Zilu in unison, and there was still a hint of evil in the eyes of the gangster next to the female characters.

The teacher said again: "It's rare for a sheep's head to be kneaded like this, but chrysanthemums are better. If you have time in the afternoon, knead some for me, and I will also pull a few pots to grow flowers."

The evil in the eyes of the female hooligans directly escalated to wretchedness. Jiang Wei had no choice but to grin at them, showing the attitude of protecting food like the two tigers in the community, telling these unscrupulous bastards not to flirt with Han Zilu.

If you want y, you can only do y by yourself.

Although it was just the most basic kneading mud, Han Zilu became famous for it.

The junior and junior seniors were not familiar with Han Zilu, and they were too thin-skinned to tease him directly, so they inquired about Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei has made no secret of his sexuality since his junior year. He is almost a homosexual known to everyone in the Academy of Fine Arts, and almost everyone in the Department of Ceramics knows the relationship between Han Zilu and him. Will deliberately ask, "Is Han Zilu in your class? I heard that he is very good at kneading mud, especially chrysanthemum kneading."

Every time at this time, Jiang Wei wanted to shoot people away with a lump of mud.

But he endured it, smiled and said to others: "Who? I don't know, I haven't heard of it at all."

The sky of Confucianism and Taoism. "After returning home, I will remind Han Zilu repeatedly, be careful of these girls from the Academy of Fine Arts. Words like female hooligans are far from enough to describe their shamelessness. They are simply a group of aliens sent to destroy the earth. high-risk organisms.

Fortunately, Han Zilu's training period is only one year, otherwise he would have come into too much contact with these scourges, and might have to come to a second-stage transformation with salted eggs covering his eyes.

Jiang Weiyi thought his way to the library, went to the third floor, and saw Han Zilu's special seat from a distance, but the seat was actually empty.

What about people?

Going to the bathroom?

When Jiang Wei approached, he saw that there were no books on the table. He thought that Han Zilu might not be on this floor, but he went around to the toilet, but found no one. He went downstairs and looked around, but there was still no one.

Only then did he remember to make a phone call, but when he touched his trouser pocket, it was broken and he forgot his phone.

I hurried back and finally found the mobile phone in the cracks of the sofa cushions, only to find that it was out of battery.

After charging and turning it on, Han Zilu's text message popped up as soon as the screen lit up.

【See and call me back】

Isn't something wrong?Jiang Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly dialed, but before he could speak, Han Zilu asked instead, "Where did you go? Turn off the phone and not reply to text messages."

"I just wanted to ask where you went. I went to the library to look for you just now. Where are you?"

"What about the hospital?"

"what?!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, but I can't leave for a while."

"Ah? What do you mean? Where are you? I'll find you."

Han Zilu thought for a while, "Okay, it's probably going to be a long time anyway, when you come over, help me bring that modern design history."

Jiang Wei: "..."

Han Zilu: "Oh no, that book is too heavy, forget it, just bring me a copy."

"So you use the hospital as a library! Tell me what happened!"

Han Zilu: "I've already said I'm fine, my sister, you remember, she's the one I met once before."

"Huh? Sister is sick?"

"No, she's about to give birth, wait a minute, she's calling me, I'll send you the address later, hang up first, sister wait a moment - come right away!"

Jiang Wei: "..."

Soon to be born?Have a baby!

Birth, old age, sickness and death, Jiang Wei has lived so long but has never seen life. This matter of giving birth to a child is a huge challenge no matter how you think about it. In his opinion, the difficulty is comparable to standing on the moon and waving at the earth. Still have to see.

After Jiang Wei got out of the rental, he almost ran to the hospital in big strides. During the 10 minutes of his journey, Han Qi had already been transferred to the delivery room.

Han Zilu was waiting outside, and there was a little nurse next to him who was trying to strike up a conversation in the name of recording.

When Jiang Wei arrived, Han Zilu and the little nurse turned to look at him together, and the nurse frowned, "Are you the child's father? Why are you here so late?"

"Ah? No, no, I—" Jiang Wei saw Han Zilu's face in embarrassment, and hurriedly grabbed him and said, "The child is not mine, we are together, and neither of us can give birth to a boy."

"Pfft NBA's humble gentleman!" The nurse couldn't help laughing, and Han Zilu said with an embarrassed face: "My brother-in-law is still on the way, the traffic jam may not be so fast."

After the nurse walked away, Jiang Wei grabbed Han Zilu and asked a bunch of questions.

Han Zilu explained them one by one. Simply put, Han Qi had an argument with her husband because of the children's education in the future, and ran away from home in anger to find Han Zilu. The two met at the coffee shop of the Academy of Fine Arts. I made a call, but Jiang Wei's phone ran out of battery and didn't answer.

Han Qi drank two cups of hot milk and completely entered the mode of complaining. Maybe he was too excited to say that he went to the hospital a week before the due date, and he was still full of energy until just before entering the delivery room. Husband who "does not respect traditional Chinese culture".

Han Zilu said: "About this point, I also asked my sister. In fact, she said that she wanted to wear long hair for the child to wear Hanfu. Her husband disagreed, saying what if it was a boy. My sister said that it would be the same for boys. As a result, the two of them quarreled, from a hairstyle issue to a human rights issue, oh yes, what books did you bring me?"

Jiang Wei opened his backpack and took out a book of Grimm's fairy tales.

Han Zilu: "..."

Jiang Wei: "As soon as you mentioned having a baby, I subconsciously chose this book. I really didn't mean it."

Han Zilu: "You definitely did it on purpose."

"Hey, what's so good about those professional books? It's rare to catch up with your sister to have a baby. Let's read something that fits the occasion and tell each other stories. How about one article for each person?"

Han Zilu turned a page casually, "Then let me start first. Once upon a time, there was a king who had three sons. The eldest and second son were clever, but the third was taciturn. They both called him "fool". When he grows up, he wants to pass the throne to his son, but he doesn't know who to pass it on..."

"It turns out that fairy tales also contain power and conspiracy dramas." Jiang Wei sighed.

Han Zilu: "Are you listening?"

"Keep going."

"Then, it was the third's bride's turn at the end. I saw the little princess turned into a princess and jumped through the hoop with ease. Now, everyone present was speechless, the third Successfully inherited the throne and became king."

Jiang Wei: "Where did the author see that the eldest and second child are smart... Of course, the third child is also really stupid, except for golden fingers and hugging thighs. This fairy tale is a typical example of lowering the average IQ of the characters to highlight the protagonist? "

Han Zilu tapped Jiang Wei's forehead with a book, "You come to the next chapter."

The sound of reading outside the delivery room continued until midnight. Finally, a baby’s cry came from the crack of the door. Then, the nurse came out and said, "Congratulations, mother and daughter are safe." She glanced at the three men on the stool, " Which of you... is father, come with me."

The child's father jumped up with a cheer, Jiang Wei stretched his neck to see the baby, but failed.

Han Zilu: "Girl, don't worry about whether you have long hair now."

Jiang Wei was stunned for a moment, "Oh my god! Your sister just gave birth to a little mixed-race loli!"

"You just heard it."

"Hey, why don't you let her have a few more children, and share one with me, and I will help her raise it!"

Han Zilu: "Fathers are not so excited, why are you excited? You want to die by yourself."

"No shame, no shame, you're not married yet, you just miss having a baby."

Han Zilu smiled and shook his head, looking towards the delivery room.

Jiang Wei hooked Han Zilu's shoulders, "After graduation, the two custom-made suits should be ready. Do you think the wedding should be Chinese or Western?"