fine water spring river

Lu Xi stayed on the set until the film was finished, and when school started in September, Yang Zitong helped him clock in and report.The crew was extremely busy, from morning to night, from night to morning. "It's a lot of money," he said to Yang Zitong, "The boss said that my name will be added when it's released."

"Amazing." Yang Zitong lost interest, "When are you coming back?"

"It's coming soon, I have to go back to complete the design."

"Just remember to come back..."

"Boss" is not actually a boss, everyone calls him "Beibei".Gu Beibei asked Lu Xi if he wanted to join his team after graduation, "It's easy to make money in this line of work."

Lu Xi originally planned to be a remedial class teacher, and the money came quickly.He has no artistic pursuits, just wants to make money.Money, how to survive without money. "The money comes quickly, even if you're tired, as you can see, I'm on standby at any time. But I have some resources in my hand." Gu Beibei said, "I think you can endure hardship."

What Lu Xi is most afraid of is suffering, "Then let me think about it."

"Success." Gu Beibei was also very happy.

In mid-October, Lu Xi dragged his luggage back to Shanghai, the subway was shaking, and the crowd was expressionless.He swayed with his eyes closed, and when he arrived at the station, he almost couldn't stand up, his legs were numb.As soon as I got out of the subway station, I smelled a sweet fragrance, and the sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed.The golden sweet-scented osmanthus falls on the branches. When he was in the north, he had only read about this fragrant flower in poems.But there are Sophora japonica in the north, and the white and small flowers are like snowfall.Lu Chunjiang didn't know where he heard that it would be good luck if the Sophora japonica flower fell on him, so he led Lu Xi and stood under the tree to wait.Sophora japonica blossoms one after another, falling on the heads of the two of them.

"You have more than me, my brother is blessed."

gab.Lu Xi walked into the school, went back to the dormitory and fell asleep with her head covered.He thought he was going to sleep for three full days, only to wake up the next morning and not be able to sleep at all.The scar on his arm was itching faintly, Lucy scratched unconsciously for a while, got up and went to the hospital.

After returning to school, Lu Xi continued to work for the teacher in the studio.Yang Zitong went to an elementary school for an internship, and was entrusted by his family. "Old Cao doesn't want me to be too tired." He explained to Lucy, "It's boring."

"Pretty good." Lucy was busy painting with one hand, "When will you get married?"

"You have to graduate anyway! Don't worry."

"That's just right, I still can't pay for it now."

"I don't want your money."

"How can that be?"

"Panpan, I miss you."

Lu Xi smiled, "Then you come back to play, it's just a little far away."

"Oh, it's better to go to school." Yang Zitong said in a low voice, "I always feel like I'm still a child, why do I have to work?"

"If you work, you will have money."

"Money, money, money, money is on your mind."

Of course, Lu Xi was concerned about money. He was not Yang Zitong—a local, with well-established parents, a house at home, and no worries about food and clothing.He doesn't like it either. If he also becomes a teacher, he won't even be able to pay the rent.He envied Yang Zitong very much, how nice, carefree, spending his days comfortably.A few days ago, Song Yiming suddenly contacted Lu Xi and asked him how his preparations for studying abroad were going. Lu Xi couldn't laugh or cry, and replied that he had given up. Song Yiming felt very sorry, "You should try it."

"Don't try, let's work first."

"Foreign languages ​​are not good, or—"

"No money." Lucy said bluntly, "I can't afford it."

After more than a week, it entered November, and it was cold and rainy.The sweet-scented osmanthus fell all over the ground, and Lu Xi walked to the studio every day on the corpse of the sweet-scented osmanthus.When I got up this day, the rain stopped, and the cloud was like a big gray cotton candy, with the cloud base drooping.A nearby chimney billowed long white smoke, and a few birds hopped in the grass.Suddenly the clouds opened and the sun appeared, and the sun was light.After walking for a few minutes, Lucy began to regret wearing a thick coat, taking off her scarf, and a thin layer of sweat on her neck.

Because she was busy, Lu Xi didn't go back to the dormitory that night.He didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning, lying on the red sofa in the studio, covered with a quilt brought by someone.There were people walking around all the time, so I couldn't sleep well.After eight o'clock and almost nine o'clock, Yang Zitong came, carrying breakfast.Lucy rubbed her eyes and sat up, covered in static electricity.Yang Zitong smiled and said, "Look at you, you have two dark circles under your eyes, similar to a panda, you can go to the zoo."

Lu Xi washed up and drank soy milk listlessly.There is sugar in the soy milk, but the taste is bland, like sugar water with some soy milk added.Yang Zitong stood next to Lu Xi, trying every means to tidy up his messy hair, "What should you do if you look like this?"

"Cold."

"Chill your head."

"Is it fun to be an elementary school teacher?"

Yang Zitong put down his hands, "Hmm...not fun."

Lu Xi gnawed on the bun, "Well, why is it meat?"

"I'm sorry, the sour beans are sold out." Yang Zitong patted his leg, "It's boring to accompany the little kids to draw, so I help them publish the blackboard newspaper. It's quite leisurely to say, and I'm not the main subject teacher, and no one asks the art teacher Be a class teacher. But I feel bored, but if you have to tell me what I want to do, I can’t say it.”

"It's good to be free." Lu Xi swallowed the buns in two or three bites, "Damn, I'm starving to death."

"Panpan, you, you have to take care of yourself by yourself." Yang Zitong pinched Lu Xi's face and forced him to look at him, "I used to urge you to eat breakfast, and you won't take good care of yourself if I'm not here." Eat. In the studio, you will order takeaway, what else is there in the middle of the night? Just KFC McDonald’s? This place smells like fried chicken... eat it every day, don’t you feel tired?”

"I'll start my own business when I rent a house." Lucy felt guilty and blurted out a lie.Yang Zitong smiled, "You, you don't know how. You just know how to order takeaway."

"It's so easy to come back to play, so don't scold me." Lu Xi changed the subject, "Look at my drawing."

He stuck the storyboard on the wall, and it was a whole wall.Yang Zitong watched melancholy for a moment, "That's great," he muttered in a low voice, "At the beginning... I wanted to draw well, and then I would make animations, animations I wanted to make. Now—forget it!" He quickly put the computer in front of him. The accumulated instant noodles and takeaway boxes were caged together and stuffed into a garbage bag, "I'll throw it away, you're about to drink that bag of milk."

Lucy said, "I'm drinking soy milk, you can drink it."

"Drink quickly!" Yang Zitong glared at him, and walked out briskly.Lucy finished drinking the milk, and he hasn't come back yet.Lucy crumpled up the empty milk bag and shot it like a ball.His aim was always good, but this time he skimmed over the edge of the trash can and rolled under the computer desk.

"Damn it." Lucy cursed, and got down on the knees to reach for the milk bag.When he stood up again, Yang Zitong came back with a strange expression and bright eyes.

"...What's the matter?" Lu Xi's back was hairy from his stare.

"Someone is looking for you." Yang Zitong squeezed his throat and said.

"Who is it?" Lu Xi threw the milk bag into the garbage basket, when the door opened, and someone leaned in cautiously—wearing a jacket, with disheveled hair and red eyes...it turned out to be Lu Chunjiang.

"Hope."