Window 2, Seventh Canteen

For northern cities like Beijing, the coldest months are not January and February, but November, March and April. The reason is simple. Although the temperature in early spring in March and April is not as cold as in winter, it can often be more than ten below zero. But it was also hovering around zero, but the heating had stopped, and it was as cold inside and outside the house.The same goes for November.

That is to say, in the transitional months of spring and autumn every year, thick quilts are needed for sleeping.

Han Zilu's bed was covered with two quilts, the same size, but one thick and the other thin.The thin one is a custom-made silk quilt, which is soft and drapes close to the body, and the thick one is a wool quilt. Although it is not soft enough, it is very thick, and it is covered outside the silk quilt to keep warm.

Although Han Zilu is not afraid of the cold, he can't sleep well, and he always tosses and turns many times a night. In order not to catch cold in the room temperature of around zero, it is a wise choice to prepare two large enough quilts.

However, Han Zilu has always slept alone, and never knew how much heat two people could generate when sleeping together. After all, Jiang Wei was the first person to sleep in his bed from night to dawn after he became an adult.

The two quilts are just right for him to sleep alone, but with one more person, the feeling is completely different.

Jiang Wei fell asleep after saying that I like you, but Han Zilu couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

A heart seemed to break a rib and jump out, and it took an hour to calm down.

He counted Jiang Wei's breath, fell asleep for a while, but woke up soon.

When I woke up, I couldn't fall asleep again.

I can't tell what kind of feeling it is, there is suddenly another person on this bed that has only been my own.

The other person's body temperature made the space inside the quilt warm and stuffy.

Hands and feet intertwined, from midnight until dawn, it feels beautiful, but also strange.

During the insomnia that night, Han Zilu seemed to think a lot, but when the sky outside the window was slightly bright, he felt that he didn't seem to think about anything.

He didn't know where the whole night was spent. Watching the night fade away and the day reappear, he only felt that the whole world had become a little unreal.

The person lying next to him didn't look like the one he knew before.

It was hard to describe that feeling, as if he had personally experienced a transformation, and the whole world had changed its color.

However, this is still his life, he still has to get up on time and work hard.

Han Zilu lay five or six minutes longer than usual, looking at Jiang Wei's blurred face in the morning light, the same facial features were in front of him, but it felt familiar and strange at times.

Five minutes later, he carefully opened the quilt. As soon as he stretched out his legs, he was shocked by the cold. After a night of heat and dryness, he was covered in thin sweat, and goose bumps came out when he encountered the cold air for the first time.

Only then did he remember that spring in Beijing should be so cold.

Getting off the bed in his whitened pajamas, Han Zilu walked to the window lightly. Through the gap between the curtains on both sides, he could see that the glass was covered with white mist, and a layer of tiny water droplets had condensed.

This is his daily habit. When he gets up, he has to stand here and look outside.

He could see the mist on the glass every day, but only today, the mist condensed into water droplets.

Is it because there is one more person in the room?

Han Zilu couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Wei.

He was still the same as when he fell asleep last night.

Han Zilu lost his mind for a while, and went to wash up and get ready. He had limited time in the morning, so he had to arrive at the hotel on time.

After a simple meal, he also prepared the share for Jiang Wei, changed his clothes and went back to the bed.

The sun had already emerged, and Jiang Wei's appearance became much clearer. Han Zilu leaned over and touched his forehead lightly, saying "Good morning" in a barely audible voice.

At almost the same time, Jiang Wei's voice sounded in his head - I like you so much.

Han Zilu's chest tightened and he had difficulty breathing.

He left the bedroom in a hurry.

In front of the sink, he lit a cigarette in his hand and looked at the face in the mirror.

Suddenly, I felt that my appearance became strange.

Some messy hair, red blood in the eyes, blue under the eyelids, it seems that every inch of his face is dyed with anxiety.

He remembered that he was a calm person, but he didn't expect that he would lose sleep all night because of a little thing.

Han Zilu smoked three cigarettes.

Before going out, he checked repeatedly several times before finally leaving home.

The moment the door closed, there was an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Seven o'clock is the time for Han Zilu to rush to work, but Jiang Wei is still sleeping.

Two or ten minutes later, his cell phone rang, and after three times, Jiang Wei reached out to touch it.

This is not his usual alarm, but the ringtone of the phone.

It's so early, I really can't imagine who will find him.

"Hello..." Jiang Wei's voice was hoarse in the morning.

"Get up, you'll be late for sleep." It was Han Zilu's voice.

"Zi Lu?" Jiang Wei took two seconds to wake up, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly sat up after seeing where he was.

Han Zilu smiled on the other end of the phone, and he could hear the noise around him.

Jiang Wei sat on the bed blankly, "Where are you?"

Han Zilu: "I've already gone out."

Jiang Wei felt a little upset, "You left first? Why didn't you ask me to come with you?"

Han Zilu: "I can't bear to see you sleeping soundly, but it's time to get up now."

Jiang Wei glanced at the time, indeed, I'm going to be late if I can't afford it, this Friday, as usual, is a professional class in the morning, and there is absolutely no way to escape.

Jiang Wei: "What time did you go out? Are you sleepy after waking up so early?" Jiang Wei had already got out of bed while speaking, and only then did she have a sense of reality, and she actually slept at Han Zilu's house all night.

Han Zilu: "I'm used to it, you go wash up, I left you breakfast, you go to the kitchen, you can eat the food in the steamer, the porridge in the small pot, the temperature should be just right, try it, if it doesn't work, heat it up a little , go out after eating early, I left some change for you on the coffee table, go downstairs and take a taxi in a while."

Jiang Wei scratched his head, "Don't treat me like a child, explain so carefully." Even though he said so, his face was full of smiles.

Han Zilu: "Then I won't cook for you next time, let you go out to eat by yourself like an adult."

Jiang Wei hurriedly apologized, "Don't, don't." While speaking, he had already ran to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot, and saw a bowl and a plate.

In the bowl is a tender steamed egg, and in the plate is some kind of sauce.

Look at the small pot again, it is fragrant millet porridge.

Jiang Wei sprinkled the sauce on the surface of the steamed egg as instructed, filled it with millet porridge, and ate it after washing up casually. During the process, he also turned on the hands-free to live broadcast with Han Zilu.

Han Zilu was on the bus, and there was some noise around him, while Jiang Wei was busy washing and eating.

Although the two were talking on the phone, they didn't really hear a few words clearly, but this is not important. Keeping on the phone can make Jiang Wei feel that Han Zilu is with him. I don't know if Han Zilu will feel the same way.

In the steamed eggs made by Han Zilu, there are shrimps, water chestnuts, and shiitake mushrooms. The sauce seems to be mainly soy sauce, but it can taste the taste of dry oil, and it also has a hint of coolness. It seems to be mint?All in all, it has a very complex taste, combined with the delicateness of steamed eggs, it has a special taste.

Han Zilu repeatedly said on the phone that there was not enough material and time, so that was the only way to go. He also said that next time he had time to eat together, he would definitely cook something delicious.

Jiang Wei wiped her mouth and ate porridge contentedly, "Next time I have time? Isn't that tomorrow? I'll come to you tonight and stay overnight. Tomorrow we can stay together all day, and we can play whatever we want .”

Han Zilu's voice was a bit noisy, Jiang Wei had to repeat the words, and finally got a response, but Han Zilu said: "Today may be very busy, and I will get off work very late, so don't bother, I will go to school early tomorrow morning I'm looking for you, let's stroll around the school by the way."

"It's okay..." Jiang Wei swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, "Okay, that's it."

"Okay, let's not talk about it, you eat quickly, go to class when you are full, and don't be late."

Jiang Wei responded and hung up the phone, always feeling a little lost.

He washed the dishes, tidied up and went out. It was still early when he arrived at school, 10 minutes before class.

The classroom was empty, except for him, Zhao Siyuan was the only one.

Looking for ideas to sit at the table near the door, eating meat floss bread and drinking milk.

Jiang Wei walked over and patted him on the shoulder. He raised his head and pushed another bread and milk on the table in front of Jiang Wei, "Have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Wei naturally ate it, but he didn't want to disappoint Zhao Siyuan's kindness, so he took the bread and ate it.

After not eating a few bites, Zhao Siyuan suddenly asked: "You didn't come back to sleep last night, where did you go?"

Jiang Wei answered truthfully, Zhao Siyuan hummed and stopped talking.

Five minutes later, other students came to the classroom one after another.

It was about eight o'clock, Jiang Wei took care of the bread and milk, and just as he was about to return to his seat, Zhao Siyuan grabbed his arm, "Take me to meet you when you have time."

Jiang Wei: "Huh?"

Zhao Siyuan: "Chef, take me to meet you when you have time, as agreed before."

Jiang Weiyi was happy when he heard that, "Okay, I've wanted to introduce you a long time ago, when do you want to meet?"

"I can do it, you arrange the time."

"Why don't you just find a time next week?" Jiang Wei was selfish, and it was rare for him to be alone with Han Zilu tomorrow, so he didn't want to introduce the two of them to each other at this time.

Zhao Siyuan hummed and stopped talking, and Jiang Wei also returned to his seat, ready to go to class.

After school at noon, the two walked and ate together, and the way of getting along seemed to return to the way it was a few months ago, but Jiang Wei always felt that there was something wrong with Zhao Siyuan, and he couldn't help but began to wonder if he had offended him.

But after asking several times, Zhao Siyuan always refused to admit it, and Jiang Wei couldn't force it either.

There was no class on Friday afternoon, Jiang Wei was idle in the dormitory, sent a few text messages to Han Zilu, and then continued to study tomorrow's itinerary, the afternoon quickly passed.

There are classes in the evening, and in the large classroom of c300, although some people skip class every day, generally speaking, there are still more than 200 people sitting in it.

Seating in the classroom is random, but many people have their own fixed area.

For example, Jiang Wei, as long as he came early enough, he would always sit in the third-to-last row from the back left, and today was no exception.

The seat numbers are different in almost every class, but they are all familiar faces.

Most of the early arrivals sat at the back of the classroom. These few of them were used to early arrivals and could always grab a good seat, but others gave priority to the last row, and he preferred the bottom third.

Ten minutes before the start of class, the classroom was half full. Jiang Wei was looking at his mobile phone when he suddenly felt his shoulder was touched.

Looking back, it was an automated boy who was in the same discussion group before, so he said a few words.

Seeing the boy's expression, it was obvious that something was wrong, but the two exchanged a few words, but they were all casual greetings. Later, Jiang Wei couldn't help asking: "Is there something wrong?"

It was only then that the other party clarified the purpose of coming, "I heard that a student in your department committed suicide, do you understand the situation?"

Jiang Wei was originally in a calm mood, but when he was asked this question, he suddenly felt his heart sink, "I don't understand, what's wrong?"

The other party curled his lips, "It's nothing, I just want to know why they committed suicide. You know, there are several suicides in our school every year, but this matter is disgraceful. The school is covering it up and suppressing it, so there is not much information we can know."

The boy sitting next to him answered, "Yeah, I also heard that the school has a quota for this, and there can't be more than that number in a year, or you'll be troubled by the Education Bureau."

The automated boy joked: "Yeah, jumping from buildings is a regular event in our school. In the past, they used to jump off the main building. In recent years, the control has been very strict. It is impossible to go up to the top floor, but the three teachers should not be able to go up either. How did you dance?"

The boy next to him rubbed his chin, "Who knows, but we're okay, eagles hit the sky or something, there must be a place to hit, the one with fish flying on the shallow bottom is even more troublesome, Weiming Lake is so big, it's impossible to jump." I can't stop it."

Automatically agreed, "So they die a lot, and our school is not bad."

After speaking, the two looked at Jiang Wei at the same time, "Student, do you really not know what's going on? I heard that they committed suicide for love."

Jiang Wei frowned, "Sorry, I don't know."

Just as the two boys were about to say something, the teacher had already entered the classroom. They sat down immediately and entered the lecture mode almost instantly.

But Jiang Wei couldn't switch freely like these people, and almost didn't listen to anything in this class.

After class, he deliberately walked around the Three Teachings.

But everything is as usual, and it is impossible to imagine that people have died here.

When get out of class is over, students swarm out of the classroom, ride their own bicycles, merge into a river of wheels, and transfer from one place to another under the cover of night.

Jiang Wei went back to the dormitory in a dull mood. When he passed the sixth floor, he couldn't help but stop, looked at the door of 612, looked at it, and walked over.

The two A4 sheets of paper were still attached to the door, but the words on them were thickened a lot with a black marker.

While he was watching, the door suddenly opened, and a person walked out of it.

This person happened to be known by Jiang Wei, not a clothes dyer, but a girl from the industrial class.

Seeing him, the girl stopped in her tracks. The two faced each other awkwardly for a moment, and the girl suddenly asked, "Do you want to go in? They are all here."

Jiang Weizheng didn't know how to answer, so the girl pushed him into the room.

Of the five people in the room, Jiang Wei only knew one person, the one who snatched the camera with him at noon yesterday. He was in the dyeing class and shared the dormitory with Chen Yang. His name was Tang Han. He was a very thin boy. He looked quite normal yesterday. , but today I changed to a mohawk, and it was dyed pink and orange.

When Tang Han saw Jiang Wei, he introduced it to the other four people in the room, "He is Jiang Wei, and he was the one who helped deal with those idiot reporters yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, the other four people showed friendly expressions on their faces, not as gloomy as they were at the beginning.

He was not familiar with these people at all, so he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only choke out a sentence, "The reporter didn't come to make trouble again, did he?"

Tang Han snorted, "Why don't you come? But don't dare to be so arrogant."

After saying this, several people fell into silence again.

Jiang Wei felt that he was very redundant here, and was about to find a reason to leave, when another boy in the room said, "Jiang Wei, do you know Yang Yang well?"

Jiang Wei: "Uh..." How should I answer this?

Fortunately, Tang Han spoke for him, "I don't know him very well, I haven't seen him here before."

The boy snorted, "Then thank you for standing up for Yangyang. We played so well with him for nothing. We were not there at the critical moment. Fortunately, we have you." After finishing speaking, he sighed deeply.

The atmosphere in the room was a little gloomy for a while.

Tang Han said again: "Although we are not familiar with each other, Jiang Wei and we are all the same way. He and Zhao Siyuan are a couple."

The corner of Jiang Wei's mouth twitched subconsciously, wanting to explain, but in the end he didn't speak. He and Zhao Siyuan didn't know who passed it on. Now it's almost a grade consensus. Too many people have asked him, so he didn't even bother to explain.

Several people in the room showed a clear look, and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Tang Han suddenly patted Jiang Wei on the shoulder, "Tomorrow morning we have a small memorial service for Yang Yang, are you coming?"

Jiang Wei almost blurted out, "Okay."

Tang Han smiled, "Well, tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, we will borrow the classroom in No. 503 of the Three Teachings. It is a small memorial service. There are only a dozen people who have a good relationship with him. I think you can be there Yangyang will be happy too." Speaking of this, Tang Han's eyes suddenly turned red.

Jiang Wei also had a sore nose. Fortunately, Tang Han was considerate, and immediately sent Jiang Wei to the door, saying that they still had something to discuss, so he would not waste his time, and let him go back to rest early.

It was only now that Jiang Wei had time to come out of the oppressive room, but he still felt his nose sour all the way to the door of his dormitory.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhao Siyuan sitting there.

He said, "I heard that there will be a memorial service for Chen Yang tomorrow, are you going?"