Pretend to be nice

Li Qinghe's good mood lasted until the next day's class.

Although the director department of University A is one of the top majors in the country, there are not many majors, and the professional threshold is extremely high. The culture score and devil interview can get almost 90.00% of the people, so that there are only two students in each class. The number of digits is relatively thin compared to other departments.

There were only 18 people in Li Qinghe's class, and this year's class was even less. In addition, Li Qinghe had only fifteen people. Sitting in a classroom that can accommodate 60 people, it was extremely empty.

A literary middle-aged man with a big beard stood on the podium, looked around for a week, focused on the little white flowers that were out of place among the black motherland flowers that had been honed by military training for a month, put on a kind smile, and shouted: "Qinghe."

Li Qinghe, who lowered his head and lowered his sense of presence, froze, raised his head in despair, looked at the teacher whom he hadn't seen for almost half a year, tried to raise the corners of his mouth, and agreed with difficulty: "Teacher".

The little Heitan from the motherland watched their interaction in confusion.

He Bian smiled more kindly, and said, "I haven't seen the teacher for half a year, do you miss the teacher?"

A bad premonition rose in Li Qinghe's heart, and he nodded.

He Bian stroked his beard, with relief on his face, and said: "Since the teacher makes you remember so deeply, then you can take the first class." With a kind smile and kind eyes, "the teacher believes You must have not forgotten how the teacher taught the first class."

Well, think about yourself.

Li Qinghe lost his soul, looked at the teacher who sat in the back row with a wicked smile, and sighed heavily in his heart.

There are many advantages to having fewer students in the directing department. It is easier for a group of teachers to pay attention to those students, but it is easier to devote their minds.

Li Qinghe's talent in this area is excellent and he doesn't have the impetuosity of young people and is willing to study hard. The teachers are very rare about this student. Although he ran around rebelliously and refused to go to class last semester, he asked the teacher for the homework that should be handed in. Ask that the students are the same as the students in the school, and the quality of the homework is the best when it is handed over to them.

Several teachers let her go with their own selfishness, but this person was tossing about again. He wanted to repeat his freshman year. The teacher felt resentment in his heart. kindness.

Most of the first-year freshmen have known each other during military training. One month is not long, but it is easier to gain friendship in a hard life. Li Qinghe chose not to do military training from the beginning, so he naturally chose not to join this small group. Although Li Qinghe Sitting inside, but out of place.

Lao He is helping her. People are always strong, and they are more tolerant of outstanding people. Lao He attaches great importance to her, which is his affirmation of her.

So Li Qinghe, who was sitting in the corner trying not to be conspicuous, stood on the podium.

This year's freshmen finally saw the legendary Li Qinghe. Li Qinghe was not in the Jianghu for half a year, but the Jianghu is her legend. The juniors and girls are posting on the bar, school group and other channels as soon as they half a foot into the university gate. I got to know this man of the hour.

The juniors scoffed at the admiration of the seniors, thinking that the rumors on campus were too exaggerated, but now looking at the real person, they really looked a bit like the rumors.

Thin figure, simple clothes, half-length hair that reaches shoulders, light amber eyes with three white eyes, cold and alienated.

The person staring at her subconsciously looked away, thinking that Li Qinghe's indifference said in the group was really not bad at all.

Li Qinghe didn't know what the people below thought. He stood on the podium and recalled the first class that Lao He gave last year, and then started according to the flow of last year in his memory. It's not that Li Qinghe has a good memory, but Most of the first classes start the same way.

At the beginning of the endless self-introduction, everyone stood up and said their names, hobbies, etc. Now the students are actually more annoying, but in the first class, the teachers and students are more tolerant, and they will patiently speak up Take a look at your own name and hobbies.

When it's over, let them open the book and briefly introduce the reason and importance of this course. In fact, it means that this course is important. Don't skip class. It doesn't work anymore, but this is not something Li Qinghe should worry about.

Then they mentioned the credit exams and why they didn’t fail the course that they were most concerned about, and then it was the most annoying part, which was also the reason why Lao He didn’t want to go to class—letting students pay for SLRs.

This matter is simple on the surface, and the reason is justified. The students in the directing department basically have a SLR for their future assignments. It is always inconvenient to borrow, and the students are prepared in their hearts.

But the freshmen who are most worried about thinking in high school still have the good quality of being good at asking questions, so...

"What kind of DSLR should I buy?" It was a boy who spoke, maybe he didn't know how to address him, so he didn't ask directly.

Here comes the link that teachers avoid, this link is particularly difficult to answer, some people can't afford the expensive ones, some people don't like the cheap ones, and...

"Where is the best place to buy, do you have any recommendations?"

Young teachers will recommend friends they know to buy from there. The price will indeed be lower, but after a long time, they will find that it is not good at all.

You recommend the model, they buy it for a period of time, and they will buy it if it works well. If there is any problem, they have to put it on the teacher. In short, it is thankless.

Li Qinghe pursed his lips, imitating Lao He's panacea, asked the SLR model, and said what performance the SLR should have, and asked Taobao, JD.com, and relatives and friends he knew could go and have a look.

But there is no fool who can get into A University, how could you bypass it in a few clicks.

Li Qinghe put all his energy into it, and with a polite smile, he roundly avoided the straight-ball questions.

When she raised her eyes again, she saw that Old God He was holding a thermos and taking a sip of tea, looking very happy.

Li Qinghe gritted his teeth, blocked another straight ball, and secretly stamped the face of the boy who asked the question, three times already.

The sun is dazzling, the sycamore outside the window is shaking, the light and shadow are spreading on the wooden desk, the pages of the book are turned page after page, accompanied by the sound of rubbing the floor when the chair is pushed away on the last Friday, this week has been in such a hurry past.

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Li Qinghe especially likes rain, which is the conclusion that Lin Guan observed after the rainy season came.

On rainy days, Li Qinghe would always put down what he was doing, soak a glass of mint water or something else, and sit leisurely on the sofa near the balcony, watching the rain quietly through the glass door.

Sometimes in order to get closer to the rain, she would also run to the balcony, sit casually on the ground, leaning against the glass door, feel the rain coming, like a child who has never seen rain, with light amber eyes full of joy .

Lin Gu'an didn't quite understand her inexplicable liking, and felt that the light amber eyes should belong to the distant Nile River, which should be a dry place with scorching sun and little rain all year round.

But thinking about it this way, it seems that she can understand why she likes rain so much. In an area full of deserts, a miraculous rainstorm can create an oasis, which is something worthy of praise and dance. It also seems unsurprising.

Lin Gu'an recalled that some time ago, when Li Qinghe said that he was looking forward to the Carney period, he probably misunderstood it?She has no other thoughts, but simply likes the rain, the torrential rain that lasts for 200 million years... Li Qinghe can be so happy every day.

Interesting to say, some time ago Li Qinghe dragged her to play an abo test game, saying that it was sent by a friend, and she thought it was fun.

Li Qinghe's result was milk-flavored Alpha, and felt that this test did not fit her image at all.

Lin Gu'an also thinks it's wrong. If there really is a world like abo, Li Qinghe should be an Alpha with a strong, unignorable and aggressive taste. Ordinary people will subconsciously reject it, but those who like it are extremely addicted to it. smell.

Reminiscent of the formation of the Carnian period because of the continuous heavy rain caused by a large amount of carbon dioxide emitted by volcanic eruptions.

Isn't it the smell of gunpowder when the volcano erupts?

So the alpha with the smell of gunpowder is really very appropriate.

Unhappy Li Qinghe puffed up, the volcanic eruption caused the torrential rain that he liked, and the torrential rain extinguished Li Qinghe's unhappiness.

It's flawless logic.

However, Lin Gu'an still underestimated her liking for rain. Since that day, she changed Li Qinghe's liking for rain to Li Qinghe's believer in rain.

It was a gloomy afternoon shrouded in black clouds. Lin Guan, who was resting at home, was busy rushing out of class, while Li Qinghe hurried out and forgot to take an umbrella.

Looking at the sky and the occasional lightning, it seemed that there was going to be a heavy rainstorm for a long time, Lin Guan went out with an umbrella to pick up the children and go home.

Originally, I wanted to wait for her at the entrance of the teaching building, but I didn't expect to see a child walking in the rain on the road halfway.

There was a black forest in the distance. They were on both sides of the road, separated by a not-so-wide asphalt road. The heavy rain was pouring down. Lin Guan looked at her through the huge rain curtain.

Raindrops the size of marbles fell down, the eaves were splashed with water, the trunks absorbed enough water, the leaves showed the unique green of this season, pedestrians with umbrellas on the road hurried, only Li Qinghe walked slowly with his hands in his pockets , with brisk footsteps, as if stepping on unknown dance steps.

In fact, there is no romance as written in the novel. In the eyes of others, she is like a wet chicken, her dripping hair clings to her eyes, and her slightly long eyelashes fall into a thin curtain of water.

The passing vehicles were even more noisy, and the ear-piercing sound of Didi was particularly annoying in the chaotic rain.

Lin Gu'an didn't bother her, holding a transparent umbrella, followed the child's footsteps on the other side, a strange pair of idlers in the busy street.

No matter how long the road is, there will be an end, and Li Qinghe stopped at the end downstairs.

Rain and fog are Lin Guan's natural shelter. She keeps a distance that is neither too far nor too close, and fearlessly looks at the people in front of her.

It was obvious that Li Qinghe was a child out of vulgar tastes and would not imitate Peppa Pig to step on puddles. She stood in the rain and looked at the brightly lit windows on the third floor of the small red brick building covered with creepers.

In the rain that did not slow down at all, she seemed very relaxed, she sat down on the grass full of puddles, the icy cold water flowed into her clothes, the smell of the sky mixed with the green grass and soil, it was the harmony between the sky and the sky. The closest ever.

Nature always has magical powers, the sound of water hitting the leaves, the sound of rain hitting the floor, the iron plates of the security windows crackling, and the wind can't stop. In this clear and chaotic rhythm, Lin Gu'an felt that It was so quiet that even from a distance, she could hear the voice of the out-of-key lyrics, like devout believers singing carols of rain.

If others see it, they will definitely shout crazy. How can anyone look at the home that they can go back to on a rainy day?

Until Li Qinghe finally had the idea of ​​going home, she stood up, the muddy marks on her body were still washed away by the rain, she walked home slowly like a contented child.

Lin Gu'an held an umbrella, waited quietly, and the phone rang.

"Have you returned home yet?"

"I just thought you picked you up without an umbrella".

"You guys finished class early, okay, then I'm back."

"Go take a shower first, I'll be right back."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Guan waited for a while before walking back.

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The bathroom was turned on with a warm Yuba, steam was coming out of the frosted glass door, and Li Qinghe changed to a different place to get in the rain.

The hot water washes away the bone-piercing cold that remains in the bones, and the purple color slowly disappears on the skin, but the joyful mood still surrounds the body.

She saw the sound of the door opening and closing, the rustling sound made her take a shower faster, the white foam fell into the crimson crest of the collarbone when she rubbed vigorously, it didn't stay for long, it was washed away soon Let's go, only the cool mint fragrance remains.

Putting on her clothes in a hurry, she stood behind Lin Gu'an who was making ginger soup in the kitchen, frowning.

Lin Gu'an changed into home clothes, turned her head to look at her steaming, with a strand of hair standing on top of her head.

"Why don't you take a shower more? After so long in the rain, you are prone to catch a cold?" The tone was flat.

Li Qinghe scratched the back of his head, and said naively: "It's okay, did you get caught in the rain just now? Go and have a shower."

Lin Gu'an glanced at her indifferently: "Okay, remember to drink a bowl of ginger soup."

Li Qinghe still had that naive look, and seriously agreed.

Walking into the hot bathroom, Lin Guan smelled the coolness of mint mixed in the water, and recalled the follow-up of the abo topic.

She took a test along Li Qinghe, and the result was a red wine-flavored Alpha. Li Qinghe yelled that this test was outrageous.

"Then what kind of Alpha should I be?" the chuckling Yu Jieyin teased the child.

"Smell of rain." Li Qinghe in his memory scratched the back of his head and said with some embarrassment, his earlobe felt a little hot.

Full of wicked children, Lin Gu'an secretly slandered, the mist once again filled the air, and he stepped on the warm tiles with bare feet.

Lin Gu'an hummed the out of tune words he just heard.

i feel a little cold

because I'm in the drizzle

walk alone

My palms and forehead are wet

I don't know when I became dark

It seems that as long as it has been relying on here

can wait for the light

silent drizzle outside

tell me about the day

Little things I didn't know and didn't expect

Silent and hot day

We all know that raindrops quietly change in the drizzle

I listen to these voices

I don't know when I fell asleep again like usual

Lin Gu'an imitated Li Qinghe and repeated, "As long as you rely on this place, you will be able to wait for the light." The inconspicuous words dangled in the small space.

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The next day, Lin Gu'an put his hands on his hot forehead, and thought depressedly, people who were drenched in the rain were still jumping around outside, why did he, who was holding an umbrella, catch a cold?Before he could figure out the result, the person who was said to be lively and jumping went outside to buy medicine and came in with hot water.

With worried eyes, Li Qinghe helped Lin Guan up, and handed her water and medicine together.

He picked up the thermometer and looked at it again, with a heavy tone: "It's 38:[-], take medicine first, and go to the hospital if it doesn't go down."

She muttered depressedly to herself: "Why did I catch a cold? I took a hot bath and drank ginger soup."

Changing his tone, he jokingly said, "Miss Lin Daiyu, why are you so hypocritical?"

Depressed after taking the medicine, Lin Gu'an almost didn't come up when he heard this, and glared at her angrily.

The sick cat stared weakly, and the culprit, Li Qinghe, didn't hesitate at all, and stuck a fever-reducing sticker with a cartoon picture on her forehead.

Recently, the weather has been cloudy and sunny, and there are too many people suffering from colds. The pharmacy is seriously out of stock of fever-reducing stickers, so Li Qinghe had to buy the remaining children's fever-reducing stickers.

Lin Gu'an, who has always been mature and steady: "..." He raised his hand and wanted to take it off, but Li Qinghe quickly pressed it down, took her hand and stuffed it back into the quilt, compacting the quilt that couldn't close.

"There's only this, you can use it later," Li Qinghe suppressed a smile.

"Get out!" Lin Gu'an was furious, thinking that any well-behaved puppy was an illusion, and it was clearly an annoying child.

"Don't be angry, I didn't mean it, this is the only thing left in the pharmacy,"

Lin Gu'an felt that this person was doing it on purpose, so he weakly chased him away: "Get out, go! I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, okay, then I'll come in and take a look later."

Lin Gu'an didn't want to talk, she was in so much pain, the medicine she just swallowed was not as painful as her, wearing the children's version of the anti-fever stickers, fell into depressed meditation again.

"The fever is gone." Li Qinghe squatted beside the bed, looked at Lin Gu'an who was still frowning in a coma, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lin Daiyu", she murmured softly, "Get well soon".

The door was closed again, and the white porridge in the kitchen was once again bubbling hot. Li Qinghe sighed, and turned off the gas that had been turned on twice.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have brought an umbrella...so you wouldn't catch a cold..."

"Is this still an Alpha? It's so weak, it's obviously an Omega."

"Zero Gu'an".

In the empty kitchen, the child who disliked Lin Guan secretly muttered.

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The verses in this article are taken from "The Poem of Rain"