howling breath

The excuse of quick wit is only in exchange for following him for a short distance.

The two finally bid farewell at the school gate. Lin Lang entered the boutique at the school gate, walked around without buying anything, and went back to the dormitory.

I don't know if he remembered to bring the key when he left, but Lin Lang left the door for Tang Yushu at night.It was just more than half an hour past the 10 o'clock access control of the dormitory, and Tang Yushu did not come back to the dormitory.

Lin Lang couldn't bear the drowsiness, so he turned on the small lamp by the bed and fell asleep first.

But not dreaming either.

From that day on, Lin Lang never saw Tang Yushu again.

In fact, it is not that Tang Yushu "disappeared out of thin air".

Because the two are not majoring in the same major - although they are both in the School of Film and Television Creation, Tang Yushu majors in film and television advertising, and Lin Lang majors in film and television screenwriting.They didn't meet each other during the class time, and as long as Tang Yushu didn't go back to the dormitory when the get out of class was over, he would "disappear" for Lin Lang.

Lin Lang's dream disappeared together with Tang Yushu.

I don't know if it was because of the increased burden of schoolwork after the official start of school, and the excessive mental work during the day made Lin Lang tired. Lin Lang never dreamed again in the next period of time.

On the third day without dreams, Lin Lang was a little flustered.Taking a break from get out of class, Lin Lang hid in the escape passage of the teaching building and called his psychiatrist: "It's been a long time since I dreamed of heavy rain."

"Didn't dream of heavy rain or didn't dream?"

"No dream."

"how long it has been?"

"Three days..."

"It's normal not to have a dream for three days—in fact, people are dreaming every day, but you forget it after waking up; what you remember after waking up is the subjective record kept by your brain itself."

"it is good……"

"Well, take it easy."

Lin Lang himself felt a little crazy after hanging up the phone.

It's just that I haven't dreamed for three consecutive days, and it's not like it hasn't happened since I was a child...

I don't know why I've been panicking lately...

On Saturday, Lin Lang helped translate the documents for a day in the tutor's studio. When he was about to leave in the evening, he received a call from the Academic Affairs Office: "You need to pay an additional tuition fee of 20 before it is credited to the account on the 4000th."

Lin Lang was at a loss when he heard this—the tuition fee for a graduate student at the Film and Television University is 8000 a year.Lin Lang applied for the subsidy in advance before enrolling, and the tuition fee only needs to pay 4000. "Why do you need to make up for it?"

"You applied for a single dormitory, right?"

"Correct."

"If you have the financial resources to apply for a single dormitory, you are not eligible for the subsidy - this is the rule."

Lin Lang felt a little ridiculous when he heard the word "financial resources": "But the single bed only costs 400 a year! Besides, there are two people living in my single bed."

The Academic Affairs Office couldn't listen to Lin Lang's words, and just repeated it mechanically: "This is the rule."

"I had to apply for a single dormitory because of some special reasons." Lin Lang was sweating a little on his forehead, and after thinking about it, he added, "Physical reasons."

"What physical reason?"

The tutor's studio was originally full of noisy chatter and laughter, because Lin Lang received a call, everyone lowered the volume friendly; but this quiet environment made Lin Lang even more embarrassed at this moment—— Do you say the words "I wet the bed"?

Lin Lang looked up at the crowd in embarrassment, but couldn't answer.

The other side of the phone couldn't wait: "Anyway, it's a rule; before the 20th."

Then I hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone, Lin Lang felt a little exhausted.

account is enough. 4600.

If I cut down on food expenses a little, I can barely make it through; at the end of the month, there will be a manuscript fee of about 1000.

Lin Lang walked towards the cafeteria, carefully calculating his livelihood.

It's not that I haven't thought about it: the big deal is to ask my doctor to issue a certificate.But thinking about it, Lin Lang felt really embarrassed—is it necessary for one more person to know about my faults?

After hesitating for a long time, Lin Lang still decided to choose the former between the two options of "tightening his belt" and "saving face".

After making the decision, Lin Lang couldn't help but sneer again, feeling like a self-deceiving guy with broken teeth and blood swallowing—as if there is only one person in the world who knows that he doesn't have those problems.

When he walked to the cafeteria door, Lin Lang received a call: "Teacher, have you arrived at the cafeteria?"

Lin Lang quickly restrained his downcast, and chose a relatively kind voice: "Here we are. Where are you?"

"I'm at this window on the second floor that sells rice noodles!"

Got it.It's rice noodles again.

The person who asked Lin Lang to meet was one of Lin Lang's readers.

After so many years of painstaking writing, I still have a few "fans" - because I only wrote magazines but never published books, so Lin Lang was embarrassed to call them "book fans".

At that time, when Lin Lang received the postgraduate admission notice, he posted a post on the forum; it happened that a reader was also from the Film University, and when he learned that Lin Lang was coming to the Film University to study for graduate school, he clamored and asked, "Meet the writer teacher after school starts!"

This reader's ID is [Shun'er], and he majors in modeling at the Film University.

Most of the photos posted on social networking sites are work photos with all kinds of exquisite makeup, and the occasions he goes to and out of are mostly high-end places-I thought he should be a cold and rich second generation, but he talks to Lin Lang every day Come on, I especially like to use all kinds of cute kaomoji and modal particles like "嘤嘤嘤".

A very contradictory and vivid character setting.

As soon as he went up to the second floor of the cafeteria, Lin Lang saw Shun'er.

It was similar to the photo - whether it was the face or the clothes, they all stood out in the crowd; the clothes he was wearing must also be of very high-end brands, although Lin Lang didn't recognize those brands.

Lin Lang took a sniff and looked at the old washed white shirt on his body; the chemical fiber had lost its toughness and looked loose; looking at the feet, the rubber and cloth of the canvas shoes were still torn in several places.

Laughing at himself, Lin Lang walked over to greet Shun'er.

He has never publicly released his own photos, so it was Lin Lang who introduced himself to Shun Er, "I am Lin Lang", and Shun Er was able to identify the person.

As soon as she saw the author she liked, Shun'er immediately became overjoyed: "Mr. Lin Lang?! I'm your idol!"

Lin Lang didn't react: "Huh?"

Shun'er quickly sorted out the subject, the verb, and the guest: "I made a mistake! You are my idol!"

Lin Lang thought to himself: You are right - if we sit here, you are more like an "idol".

Shun'er turned to the window behind him and ordered a big pot of rice noodles, then ran back briskly: "Oh! I started to like you when you wrote a column for "Longxia" magazine! It really suits me Taste! I didn’t expect that one day I would meet you, teacher! Hey, why didn’t you write it later? Is there a bigger development platform?”

"No." It's just that people don't want my manuscript anymore.

"Why did you think of coming to Chengdu?"

"There's no particular reason..."

"Chengdu delicious?"

"I'm not a fan of food."

"Chengdu girls are good-looking?"

"I don't want to fall in love..."

"Teacher, you are also good-looking."

"..." Lin Lang didn't continue the conversation this time.

Shun'er is not big, but has a rather loud voice. This unadorned confession is expressed with full of air.It attracted the attention of someone at the next table.

Lin Lang was sweating on his forehead, and thought to himself: It is inevitable that there will be rumors outside that all the students of Yingda University are romantic; whether this is Shun'er or that Tang Yushu, they all seem to have no eyes for others.

Shun'er talked a lot, so Lin Lang didn't need to bother to prepare any social words, he just let him talk and passed the meal.

The Film University only has one dormitory building for men, so Shun'er and Lin Lang went back to the dormitory together.Shun'er lived on the third floor, but when she passed by, she didn't intend to go back, so she followed Lin Lang up to the sixth floor.

But Lin Lang was really tired, so he issued an order to evict the guest before opening the door: "I still have a manuscript to write, so I won't welcome you today."

"Okay..." Shun'er acted coquettishly on the spot, pouted and squirmed, and after a long while reluctantly turned around: "Then teacher, I'll go first."

Lin Lang nodded.

After dismissing the present treasure, Lin Lang pushed the door open.

Can't push.

It means that Tang Yushu is still not here.

I inserted the key and opened the door, and walked back to the empty 601.As soon as he sat on the chair and unloaded his schoolbag, the door was pushed open.

Lin Lang turned his head abruptly.

But...the person leaning against the door frame was Shun'er.

"Hey... what's the matter?"

"Wow, you live in a single bed—hey, why is there another person?"

"Ah."

"Ah... I envy him so much."

Lin Lang thought to himself: If you really live with me, you don't envy him... It only took me half a day to get him so angry that he refused to come back to the dormitory.

"Ah...well...my name is Zhao Shun, teacher, you can just call me Shun'er——Can I play with you more often in the future?"

"Yes, yes." I am grateful.

Shun'er's face was flushed, and she leaned against the door frame and twisted her body for a long time, then said, "Oh, I like teacher so much!" and ran away.

The door was left open.

The students passing by outside the door looked at the direction Shun'er ran away, and then at Lin Lang in the room; their faces were complicated.

Sweat dripped from Lin Lang's forehead again.

When closing the dormitory door, Lin Lang passed by Tang Yushu's bed.

His mosquito net was scribbled on the bed board with hooks, and the glue came off in several places, so the mosquito net collapsed in half.

With compassion in his heart, Lin Lang took out the unused hooks and helped him tidy up again.

When tidying up, Tang Yushu's smiling face kept appearing in Lin Lang's mind.

Wave it, don't go.

The picture condensed by that expression was of no practical value to Lin Lang, but it just couldn't be erased.

It’s like a pleasant landscape photo, like a video recording of pets being silly, like [CCTV host slips of the tongue collection]...or likened to mental morphine?

Also suitable.

Lin Lang thought of Shun'er's emotion again: "Ah... I'm so envious of him."

yes.He is quite worthy of your envy.My "roommate" is obviously not bad.

Lin Lang thought to himself: Too many people actually don’t know much about you, but they always like to draw a picture of you in their hearts with the news they get on the wind, and use poor painting skills; in the end, they don’t think it’s ugly My own problem, I only believe that: that ugly look is you.

There are too few people like Tang Yushu and Shun'er who smile at you immediately.

Even if there is, it may not be credible.

There was an accident at home when he was young, and Lin Lang stayed at his uncle's house for a long time afterwards.

At that time, when my aunt took her hand and called her "Lang'er" tenderly, and asked herself "Would you like to live with my uncle and aunt in the future?", Lin Lang once mistakenly thought that it was sunshine.

But the woman who gently took his hand and took him away, saying that she would "live together" with him, completely lost patience with the young Lin Lang who was suffering from enuresis after a while.

In the early morning of a certain day before dawn, she dragged him heavily from his sleep to the ground, and stuffed a plastic sheet wet with urine into his immature mouth.

While stuffing it, he asked him: "Why didn't you die with your mother?"

At that time, Lin Lang had just changed his deciduous teeth.

Shocked, he looked at his mouth full of blood, thinking that he would not survive that day.

The author says:

Okay, I admit it... I wrote abusive texts...

My hands tremble as I write...

(But tomorrow will be sweet and Yushu will be back!)

Hands are still shaking...