He's doing handicraft again

"Shall I send you off?" Xia Yao asked.

Before Xia Jiao could figure out how to refuse, Xia Yao opened the trunk, and the other four obediently carried several baskets of fish into it.

The helpless Xia Jiao had no choice but to make up for it. Like an old hen protecting chickens, he drove Xiao Yuan and Jiang Xin to the last row, and arranged Deng Yilin and Qin Shao in the middle to block his brother's sight, while he himself provoked a lot of humiliation. Sit in the co-pilot to attract his brother's attention.

Xia Yao saw his younger brother getting into the passenger seat with a stinky face, and smiled: "Is this the sun coming out from the west?"

——In the past, every time Xia Yao had to share a car with her, Xia Jiao would always pick the seat farthest from his brother.

Xia Jiao: ...

He pretended he didn't hear it, but when he thought that this seat might have been taken by his brother's various "special friends", he was really on pins and needles.

Xia Yao saw that his younger brother didn't want to talk to him, and seeing that Jiang Xin was sitting in the back seat and was blocked tightly, it was hard to reminisce, so he had to be a quiet driver.

As he drove, he fell into memories.

—

Two years ago, Xia Yao graduated with a doctorate ahead of schedule and was promoted from a teaching assistant to a lecturer.

After one lecture ended, Xia Yao saw 13 missed calls on his mobile phone, walked to a corner of the teaching building, and called back.

"Didn't you agree? Don't contact me after breaking up."

I don't know what the other party said, Xia Yao replied: "At the beginning, we said that we would get together and get together well. If you don't stalk us, we can still be friends."

The other party seemed to start a long speech, Xia Yao could only listen, feeling a little bored, so he looked around to find something interesting to read.

Walking to the window, Xia Yao looked down from the second floor and saw a boy above his head, his hands were doing something non-stop.

Interesting, he thought to himself, and then interrupted the chatter on the other end of the phone: "I have something to do here, so hang up first."

He hung up the phone and dragged the other party into the blacklist by the way.

What is this boy doing?Why did you choose such a corner?

Full of doubts, Xia Yao continued to look down.

I saw a transparent box on the boy's lap, with beads of various colors in the box.

The boy holds the needle in his right hand, threads a few beads from the box, and sews to the semi-finished product in his left hand.

As the fingers flipped up and down, a lifelike big spider took shape.

Finally, the boy carefully tied the knot, cut off the excess thread, and hid the thread knot in the hole of a certain bead. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and lifted the big spider up to look at the sun.

Each black bead on the spider reflects sunlight from different angles, letting Xia Yao know what "colorful black" is.

After admiring it for less than a minute, the boy skillfully put away the materials, tools and finished products, put his schoolbag on his back and left.

It's a pity that I didn't see the face, Xia Yao felt a little regretful and left too.

—

This boy was Jiang Xin who was in his third year at the time.

After arriving at the university, Jiang Xin has more freedom than before. He can save money from living expenses to buy materials and tools, and find a classroom with no one to study what to do.

But he still dare not show his hobbies in front of people, especially in front of people he knows.

Whenever Jiang Xin found someone passing by outside the classroom, he would immediately sweep the materials and tools on the table into his schoolbag.

On several occasions, Jiang Xin's hard-working semi-finished products were ruined just like that.

Later, Jiang Xin found a corner, a lawn between two teaching buildings.

He found that even if someone passed by the side corridor, as long as they didn't look up, they wouldn't find him.So this corner became Jiang Xin's secret base.

Whenever there is no class during the day, Jiang Xin would come to this corner to do his beloved little crafts.

It's a pity that there are no tables and chairs here, and it's easy to have back pain after sitting for a long time, and there are many bugs, and there is no lighting at night, so Jiang Xin will only stay for an hour or two at a time.

In the dormitory, Jiang Xin didn't dare to do manual work at all.Because he was afraid that his roommates would think that a boy who likes to do handicrafts is too weird. If they found out, he might be laughed at for four years.

Jiang Xin couldn't bear this kind of ridicule. He still clearly remembered the scene of being laughed at by the whole class in the junior high school labor class.

Therefore, he has been looking forward to having an independent space of his own after graduation.

—

A week later, after Xia Yao finished class, he remembered the boy he saw last week making beaded insects in a corner, so he went to the window in the corner to try his luck.

I didn't expect to see that boy.

Seeing that the boy was about to finish work, Xia Yao immediately ran to the first floor, and then remembered that the boy might not want others to find out, so he hid in a hidden place in the corridor.

As expected, the boy was very careful, and stepped out of the lawn after checking left and right for no one passing by.

Seeing the boy leave in another direction, Xia Yao immediately followed.

It turned out to be a student majoring in animation. Xia Yao followed the boy to a classroom, and saw that the next class in this classroom was "Creation of Film and Television Animation".

——Unfortunately, I teach economics.

Then, on this afternoon every week, Xia Yao started to get used to going to the window to watch boys doing handicrafts after class.

The more he looked, the more interesting he found this boy.

And then, it's winter vacation.

Xia Yao, who hadn't seen a boy for two weeks, made a decision to take an elective course on cultural quality next semester, called "Types and Development of Folk Handicrafts".

Since that boy likes handwork so much, he will be interested in this class.

Xia Yao thought so, and spent most of the next winter vacation collecting information about folk handicrafts and making courseware.

The new semester has begun, and Xia Yao's application for taking elective courses has also been approved.

Worthy of being one of the most popular teachers at the University of Posts and Guizhou, even if he opened such a remote elective course, the students would fight to the death.

Xia Yao was a little worried about whether that boy would take this course, and whether he won it.

In the first class, Xia Yao felt relieved when he saw that familiar boy sitting in the last row of windows in the classroom. That boy would really choose this class.

When the roll call came to the third "Jiang Xin", the boy raised his hand to signal.

So your name is "Jiang Xin".

I finally know your name.

—

Xia Yao will introduce a traditional handicraft in each class, and require students to submit a 3000-word essay every week, which must be handwritten.

He made things difficult for the students just to force them to drop out of class, so that there would be fewer light bulbs between him and Jiang Xin.

A boy cried: I am not afraid of handwriting, I am afraid that my bad handwriting will pollute your eyes, the teacher, and you will drop out of class.

But more students are still sticking to this course, completely ignoring Mr. Xia's "careful intentions".

In the second week, after Xia Yao introduced the types of brushes and how to make them, he assigned a small paper as usual, but he went further and added an additional condition - this week's small paper must be written with a brush.

This additional condition dissuaded half of the people, but Jiang Xin was not included.

Looking at the thesis submitted by Jiang Xin, not only is the content well-founded, but it also uses a thin gold body with beautiful lines and vigorous force.

Teacher Xia thinks Jiang Xin is more interesting.

In the third week, looking at the half-empty classroom, Xia Yao was satisfied, but Jiang Xin still sat in the last row of windows in the classroom.

It seems that forcing students to withdraw from class is useless, and most of the students' handwriting is really eye-catching.Teacher Xia, who never treats herself badly, told the students that starting from this week, small papers can be printed, written with hard or soft pens.

90% of the students chose to print, and the remaining students relied on their hard-tipped pens to write well. In order to attract Teacher Xia's attention, they still chose to write by hand.

Only Jiang Xin used a brush all the time.

Not only that, he used different fonts for each small paper, from Yan, Liu, Ouyang... almost wrote all the fonts in regular script.

In the last thesis, Jiang Xin frantically used seal script.

If it were someone else, Xia Yao would definitely score 0 without even looking at it.

However, seeing Jiang Xin's name on the thesis, Xia Yao went to the library to borrow a seal script dictionary, spent two days translating the thesis, and finally gave the highest score.

How much you want to get my attention, Xia Yao thought happily while translating.

—

Jiang Xin didn't spend so much time.

He just didn't want to put aside the brush and ink that he only used once, so he insisted on writing small papers with a brush.

I write in different fonts, just want to get back the feel of practicing these fonts while writing the thesis.Moreover, he is particularly interested in this class, and writing with a brush can deepen the impression.

As for why the last thesis was written in seal script?

Didn’t Mr. Xia introduce seal cutting in the last class? Jiang Xin used seal script for the occasion.

Mr. Xia, who knows astronomy but geography, should also be proficient in seal script, Jiang Xin thought while writing.

So I can only blame Xia Yao for taking the class too well.

In order to make a good impression on Jiang Xin, Xia Yao not only devoted the entire winter vacation to this class, but also practiced repeatedly before each class, and finally successfully created the illusion of being well-read and knowledgeable.

With the end of the course "Types and Development of Folk Handicrafts", Xia Yao and Jiang Xin no longer meet each other.

But Xia Yao thought that Jiang Xin must be interested in him, so he worked so hard to write a small paper, so he waited for the little boy to come to confess his love.

No surprises, Xia Yao didn't wait, and then the summer vacation began.

Xia Yao put the other students' papers into the shredder, but Jiang Xin's paper was kept and brought home.

In this long holiday, I can only rely on these small papers to express my thoughts.

—

At the beginning of the new semester, Xia Yao originally thought about opening another elective course to attract Jiang Xin to choose it, but then he thought that Jiang Xin was promoted to senior year, and he should be busy with internships and would not stay in school often, let alone choose an unrelated course. Important electives.

It's better to wait for Jiang Xin to come to him to confess to him. After spending so much time writing those papers, he won't just give up halfway.

As long as you say it, I will agree immediately, Xia Yao thought to himself.

Then just waited and waited, and a year passed.

Xia Yao realized later that he seemed to be acting passionate.Looking back on Jiang Xin's appearance as a handicraft, it turned out that he was really just doing things seriously.

It's okay, it's better to graduate, so it won't be considered a teacher-student relationship.Since the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain.

Xia Yao went to the employment office of the school and used his position to check Jiang Xin's whereabouts after graduation. While waiting for the results, he was still thinking about how to create a chance encounter.

"Mr. Xia, this student chose not to be employed and went back to his hometown." The teacher from the Employment Office said.

These words hit Xia Yao's head like a bolt from the blue.

So, is this a fate without a relationship? Xia Yao smiled bitterly in his heart.

—

Finding that the car in front had stopped, Xia Yao stepped on the brakes quickly, and the memory was interrupted accordingly.

There is a traffic jam.

The author has something to say: The author asks: You have been playing crafts for so many years with a small salary, where are the finished products?

Confused Jiang Xin: I don't know either.

Tsundere version Jiang Xin: What's none of your business?

Escape version Jiang Xin: Maybe you went to a different dimension?Could be sucked away by a black hole?possible……

The ruthless version of Jiang Xin: Throw it away.

Rational version of Jiang Xin: I have to ask the author...