first love

There is a strange sense of stability when I hear the rustling sound of turning the pages of the book or picking up the pen to write.

There were many people in the library near the end of the period, but Wen Lan still occupied the sofa on the third floor, and Xie Nanqun was sitting next to him, who was listening to music and doing questions.

In fact, it's not warm here at all, not as good as the study room full of people downstairs, so Wen Lan put on a thick coat and didn't take off the scarf.Very tacitly, Xie Nanqun did the same, but kept the gray sewing hat by his hand, like an extra cat that was lazily sleeping.

Wen Lan was still not very good at complex calculations, and wrote business English papers very quickly. At this time, he was grinding a few calculation problems of comprehensive analysis and frowned even more, but he did not get the correct result.

But halfway through, he noticed the eyes of the people around him and looked back suspiciously.

Xie Nanqun, who was caught, smiled and did not hide the fact that he was not concentrating at all. He opened the back of the notebook, tore off a blank page, and wrote with a pen: This place was miscalculated, it should be like this.Then carefully listed the correct calculation process step by step at the bottom, and pushed the paper over.

Wen Lan lowered his head, looked at it seriously, and did the calculations again, his eyes blinked happily, the drooping eyelashes that were originally miserable, now looked like butterflies that suddenly became active.He nodded and left a sentence on the paper: What about question 172 on page 18?I always felt there would be an easier way.

After a while, there was an extra calculation on the back of the paper that was pushed back, and the part in the middle that was simplified compared to the standard answer was carefully circled by a red pen.

Wen Lan flipped through the book, and at the same time compared the formula given by the other party, it was indeed more concise as he imagined, and he found a different way, enough to see how clever the person who wrote it was.This is what Wen Lan wanted to learn. He transcribed it in his notebook according to the content on the paper, and pasted a post-it note on it for marking.

Xie Nanqun, who had been watching each other's expressions, smiled unconsciously. It was too boring to stay in the dormitory alone at Christmas, so he and Wen Lan stayed together, even if they didn't talk, they read books separately, and occasionally used notes to ask and answer some learning-related questions. Nothing will be boring.His elbow suddenly felt itchy, as if he had been poked by something. He turned his head and met Wen Lan's crooked eyebrows, and then a note appeared next to his hand: I can't go to the New Year's Eve fireworks this year. Go and play.

He replied: good.

Wen Lan smiled softly.

After the end of the exam, it was already early January, and the trees between the teaching buildings became thinner, with a few solitary leaves hanging on the dry branches.Wen Lan and Xie Nanqun were walking on the path, and the people around were discussing how difficult the test paper was just now, and how to play during the holidays. "Brother Qun, do you... have any plans for the holiday?" Wen Lan asked tentatively.

Xie Nanqun has an idea, but it hasn't been planned yet, so he doesn't confess: "No, I'm not in a hurry anyway, I want to rest well these few days."

"Right."

Nevertheless, when Wen Lan proposed to visit the old lady in the nursing home on a sunny morning, Xie Nanqun readily agreed.Aunt Fang was very happy to see the two of them here. She also boiled a pot of ginger syrup and put two bowls on the table.The old lady had just finished singing a play, and she was helped to sit down cheerfully. She shivered and pushed her glasses: "Oh, it's cold, are you still here?" She looked at the ginger syrup again, "Drink quickly, it's warm and warm." .”

"Okay, it's not cold outside, I just want to come and see you." Wen Lan's voice softened.In front of such an old man, it seemed inappropriate to make noise, so he could only get closer to talk.

The old lady smiled brightly, turned her face, and noticed Xie Nanqun's attire: "Oh, this young man is here too... The scarf is very beautiful, who knitted it?" She also used to wind wool and knit sweaters for her family Wool trousers, you can tell at a glance that they are hand-woven products.

Xie Nanqun's eyes moved, it was a more complicated emotion like joy: "The author is here." He pointed to Wen Lan beside him.

"What a skillful hand." The old lady was a little surprised, "My grandson had a girlfriend before, ouch, send me a photo to show off, the scarf hanging around his neck still leaks air!"

Wen Lan paused, and couldn't help but smile; "It's not that bad, is it? I think the blanket on your lap is not bad?"

The old lady pulled the blanket subconsciously when she heard the words, and then waved her hand embarrassingly: "The craftsmanship is not good, but filial piety. I came here a while ago, and I was still thinking about letting me go abroad..."

"I dare not take out the gloves I gave you."

"Knitting it for me? Good boy, really good boy."

Xie Nanqun next to him didn't say much, but looked at the old and the young in a harmonious atmosphere, secretly guessing what was going on at Wen Lan's house.The other party obviously treated the old lady as her own grandmother, maybe because she was too kind?Or Wen Lan was too lacking in this aspect, so when he got along with the old lady, he unconsciously showed admiration.

No matter which conjecture it is, and recalling from his freshman year to the present, except for that so-called cousin, Wen Lan has basically never contacted his family - he just felt uncomfortable in his heart,

When Xie Nanqun was distracted, Wen Lan had already talked with the old lady about his studies, and elders generally cared about these things, so he didn't hide it, saying that he was confident of winning this year's scholarship.

"It's good to be promising." The old lady really likes the young man in front of her. She is soft and motivated, and she still remembers visiting her, an old man who has always been a vegetarian. , take advantage of the holiday to go to other places to play, you are still young!"

Xie Nanqun finally interjected: "I'm going to take him to the north. My house is over there. It's snowing beautifully now."

Hearing this, Wen Lan looked at him in surprise, but Xie Nanqun didn't explain much, just gave him a smiling look.

It wasn't until the old lady felt tired and wanted to go back to rest that the two left, chatted with Aunt Fang, and walked to the subway station a street away under the other's watch.

While waiting for the bus, Wen Lan couldn't hold back, and asked, "Brother Qun, what do you mean by going to the north?"

Knowing that he would be uneasy, Xie Nanqun smiled: "I will definitely go back during the holidays. It's pitiful for you to stay here alone for the New Year. We are so familiar, and you want to see the snow again, so why not go to my house to play. At that time, I can still take you around the company, which is considered a part-time job."

In fact, this review is not bad for money, but what Xie Nanqun said was very tempting, he swallowed, and asked again: "Really? Will it be too troublesome?"

"What's the matter." Xie Nanqun put his arms around his shoulders, "Food, shelter, and play with me, do you want to go?"

Wen Lan nodded.

The subway came clanging, and the two got on the train one after the other, Xie Nanqun naturally gathered them in front of him, separating them from the crowd.Wen Lan's mind was filled with the idea of ​​going to the north with the other party, and that he would definitely live in this man's house. The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became, but he was extremely looking forward to it, and he didn't realize that this posture should make him feel shy.

And Xie Nanqun kept looking down at his pensive face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.