blowing clouds

Lin Ji found that after drinking, Chen Xiyang looked more like an older brother. Even if he needed to be busy serving him, it was a different kind of warmth. Unfortunately, his brother was not a knight who was greedy for things in the cup. An unkind face.

Of course, Lin Ji knew in his heart that he might be able to use quotation marks if he was unreasonable.

As the weather gradually cools down, Chen Xiyang has a feeling that time flies. University life is too carefree and unrestrained.The first semester has come to an end, and Chen Xiyang, who only made progress in smoking, drinking and climbing the grid, is not panic, and lives this kind of life that Xu Donghai said is extremely valuable day after day.

And life once again ushered in the starting point of a change, and it was the smiling face of Xu Donghai rushing back to the dormitory. Perhaps this character was to be passed down in ancient times.

"Comrades! Good news, great news!" Xu Donghai stopped talking after shouting, and wanted to whet the appetites of others. His smug death looked as if he had just received a transfer notice from the Chinese Department of Peking University. .

In the full dormitory, only Chen Xiyang was willing to give him face, peeking out one eye from behind the book and looking him up and down suspiciously: "Fan Jinzhongju?"

"Hit your grandma!" Xu Donghai cursed with a smile, and changed the topic before Chen Xiyang launched a counterattack, "According to reliable information, the building north of our school is going to be converted into a library! And the city will personally organize book purchases. We'll have somewhere to spend our time."

Their school does not have a long history, and there is no rich man who donated money to build a building. Therefore, the building of the library is still only known by its name. If what Xu Donghai said is true, this is indeed a building. nice news.

"Everyone, there is even better news!" Xu Donghai raised his head and drank his saliva before continuing to dance, "My girlfriend plans to take this opportunity to start a literature club in school, and there are clubs in schools in big cities. , we can’t fall behind, can we? Everyone from the Faculty of Arts has to participate!”

Chen Xiyang basically resisted all the lively things, and the so-called clubs were no exception, but he knew that Xu Donghai, a bastard, would not let him go, so he didn't open his mouth to make fun of himself, and continued to stare at the magazine in hand.But ask yourself, in the final analysis, Chen Xiyang did not really reject this matter. As for the reasons... the charm of literature itself, the changes Xu Donghai brought to him, and the reasons for other people, I am afraid there are all reasons.

When passing by the North Campus recently, Chen Xiyang actually saw a few leaders in suits and leather shoes standing together and pointing fingers, but it may take some time before the library really comes out, but the literary club is in full swing. up.

Almost all the people from the Faculty of Arts signed up, but most of them participated in name for Xu Donghai's face. When the first group activity was actually held, Chen Xiyang, who was sitting on pins and needles, looked around. Xu Donghai, there are almost no people with this major.

"It's a pity, it hurts!" Xu Donghai was still pretending to drag his words, "I didn't expect our major students to be so arrogant and conceited, and they don't bother to communicate with others?"

"I just want to spend evening self-study in peace," Chen Xiyang said softly with a deadpan face, "To tell you the truth, that's exactly what I mean."

Xu Donghai didn't say a word, but took his claws away from his girlfriend's body on the other side, and grabbed Chen Xiyang.

"..." Chen Xiyang wanted to leave even more.

Xia Jun—that is, Xu Donghai, whose name was forgotten by Chen Xiyang—glanced at them with a smile, and then, as the organizer of the club, she got up and began to talk about the scene. After the English-speaking student ignited her enthusiasm for literature, she told the content of the first meeting.

As Chen Xiyang expected, it was so vulgar that it was beyond words: one person recommended a book that he loved the most.

Xu Donghai whispered in his ear: "Look, for people like us who have read all over the world, this is the moment of becoming famous! Hey, you will behave well in a while, and try to trick a little girl into being your partner."

Chen Xiyang looked at him: "I'll give you one dollar, let me go."

Xu Donghai turned a deaf ear and began to plan: "I will talk about "The Deer and Ding Tale" after a while. Many people have misunderstood this book, but they don't understand what the old man is thinking. When I say something, I will definitely convince them. "

"Sister-in-law, Xu Donghai said he wanted to be Wei Xiaobao."

Chen Xiyang turned to Xia Jun for help, but the other party was powerless to help him because someone had already stood up to speak.

"Good evening, everyone. I am a student of food safety. Let me show off first. I recommend Mr. Shen Congwen's "Border Town". When I read this article in my middle school textbook, I felt very comfortable. I feel that after finishing the study, I couldn’t wait to buy the whole book to read. This is the most coherent novel I’ve ever read. Everyone knows that its story is not very strong, but the more concise and clear the text, the more you can see everyone’s skills , so I want to recommend it to all my classmates... Finally, I want to say that Nuosong will definitely come back!"

The short-haired girl who studies food safety naturally received warm applause after sitting down, and Xu Donghai leaned into Chen Xiyang's ear again: "Okay, this person has something."

"Hush!" Chen Xiyang's expression became serious at some point, as if dissatisfied that he interrupted his meditation.

Someone took the lead, and students who were strangers to each other one after another like whack-a-mole.

"Hi students, I recommend the first vernacular novel in China, Mr. Lu Xun's "Diary of a Madman"..."

"I recommend Cervantes' Don Quixote..."

"I recommend Hugo's "Les Miserables"..."

The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter. The eyes of these young people who love literature are getting more and more fiery, but Xu Donghai's expression is reserved, as if he has changed into a different person, and he doesn't say a word. Then sadly.

Chen Xiyang seized the opportunity and quickly mocked: "Brother Donghai, what are you doing in a daze, you stand up and make a name for yourself."

Xu Donghai licked his lips, speechless.

It’s not that Jin Yong’s books are not good, but in the face of these world-renowned literary masterpieces, a martial arts novel is really not on the table, so it’s better to recommend reading pictures...

Chen Xiyang smiled, as if mocking a close friend, but also as if feeling emotional: "If you say that the masters are among the people, people in the College of Arts need to work hard."

Xu Donghai blushed and forcefully explained: "Actually, "The Deer and Ding Tale" is not very good, and the characterization in "Liancheng Jue" is wonderful, but I didn't prepare in advance..."

The banter on Chen Xiyang's face subsided: "I think it's a good thing to be a little embarrassed. Compared with other professions, literature requires hard work and hard work. We haven't read so many famous books, let alone Don't mention those unpopular masterpieces, these are the treasures left by the ancestors, we need to work hard to improve ourselves."

After sighing, Xu Donghai's open-minded smile returned to his face: "Don't talk about it. When the library is built, you can find me there if you need anything."

The two got up and planned to leave quietly, but when one foot stepped into the corridor, Xu Donghai stopped without saying a word. Chen Xiyang was quite patient. Perhaps it should be said that he knew what Xu Donghai was thinking, what did he say? Didn't say anything.

After the classmate in the classroom who recommended Mr. Lao She sat down, Xu Donghai strode back, and his hearty laughter sounded in the classroom: "After thinking about it, let's communicate with everyone, I recommend a book by Mr. Jin Yong. ..."

No student scoffed at popular novels, and the kindness and anticipation in their eyes did not diminish. As for Chen Xiyang, who was standing outside the door, his attention seemed to be no longer on this matter.

He stepped in the darkness of the corridor, and the open classroom door opened up a bright area in front of his feet like a sharp knife. He didn't understand why, and he didn't know what to do next, but he felt that he wanted to move forward, to stand In the light.

So he did that, and stepped forward into the light. People who saw this scene would not have any thoughts, let alone so many people who didn't see it, but this seemingly meaningless little thing is very important to him. For Chen Xiyang, it seems to be of great significance. There is no shadow of himself in front of him, and there is a bright light.

The reconstruction of the library is a long process. Before the final result came out, Chen Xiyang resumed the habit of visiting bookstalls with his saved living expenses in middle school.However, the difference is that his eyes are no longer focused on martial arts-style works. Those masterpieces that used to be tasteless, artificial, and stereotyped in his eyes seem to have suddenly become treasures buried in the shallows, shining with indescribable charm. Alluring golden light.

Lin Ji gradually adapted to life at school, but a new change came at home, that is, Chen Xiyang talked less, and his whole person became more desolate.But the strange thing is that, while the desolation got worse, Chen Xiyang did not have the coldness that prevented outsiders from approaching him. When he was reading silently on weekends, Lin Ji tried to take a nap in bed, and they were able to live in peace.

Chen Xiyang is not sure whether he is naturally suitable for writing, but once his eyes are opened and his thoughts are surging, his hands will itch, and he must write a few strokes.He was not as turbulent as when he first started writing, but the slightly excited state of mind lasted for a long time, and the unspeakable thoughts in his mind flowed more and more smoothly under the pen.

Lin Ji rubbed his eyes and yawned silently when he felt the surroundings were a bit cold, but even though he just woke up, he was sure that the cold was due to the window being opened, and had nothing to do with the person who opened the window. Chen Xiyang in front of him was smiling.

Of course, Chen Xiyang was not aiming at his cheap brother, but at the densely packed paper in front of him.

But when Chen Xiyang heard the movement and followed the trend, it was equivalent to giving him a smile on his own initiative. Lin Ji didn't know how to react, so he could only grin foolishly.

Chen Xiyang didn't know what his purpose was, so he pushed the paper forward lightly: "Look?"

From a certain point of view, Lin Ji is also a person who forgets to eat but not to play. He immediately walked over with his slippers, picked them up and looked at them, as if he had forgotten the similar scene not long ago.

Looking at it, Lin Ji's delicate brows came together, as if his brother had written an inexplicable and weird story.

To put it simply, the little prince in the palace is cursed, the devil will come to him every night, and everyone in the palace fights the devil to protect him.Gradually, his father, queen, queen, ministers and generals all died, and finally there was only an unnamed guard by his side. When the little prince thought he would not survive the night, the guard swore to protect him.That night there was a strong wind, and the little prince hid in the bedroom and did not dare to go out. Outside was the sound of guards fighting with the devil. The little prince passed out because of being too nervous. When he opened his eyes again, he felt the sunshine. Dazzling, it was dawn, and there was no movement outside.

The little prince pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked out, but the story ended here abruptly, without a follow-up, nor did he say what kind of scene he saw.

When Lin Ji hesitantly put down the manuscript paper in his hand, Chen Xiyang asked with a half-smile: "Have you finished reading? What do you think will be the ending?"

Lin Ji pursed his lips and did not speak.

Chen Xiyang thought that he couldn't make up an ending, so he changed the direction and asked, "Then, do you think that little guard will still be alive?"

What he didn't expect was that Lin Ji nodded with great certainty: "Yes!"

"Why?" Chen Xiyang didn't even realize that after getting this answer, his brows and eyes became extremely relaxed for a moment.

Lin Ji failed to give a sufficient reason, but he looked straight into his brother's eyes and said calmly, "He will."

With the back of Chen Xiyang's head leaning against the wall, he suddenly felt that the uninvited wind from outside the window was not so cold, and it was blowing comfortably, which could be called a gentle hum.