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At the end of the winter vacation, the snow-covered university campus welcomes returning students, and within half a morning of the beautiful scenery, it is trampled into slush and dirty water.

Mao Fei was standing under the camphor tree waiting for someone, wrapped up like a bear, wearing a thick and long red scarf, which made his frozen pink face more like a peach blossom, holding a cup of red bean milk tea in his hand, The straw is specially selected, it is also red, and it is bent into the shape of a heart.

The waiting person has not yet appeared, and the confession scene has been played out several times in my heart.

Go up to the senior first, give him a smile, smile happily and shyly, then hand over milk tea and say "senior, please drink".

When he was drinking, he took the opportunity to exaggerate the atmosphere, recalling the first meeting in the club last semester, and recalling the uninterrupted chat during this winter vacation.

Recalling so far, the atmosphere is strong, and everyone will know that the next step is to pierce this layer of ambiguous window paper, and use a confession to reach a perfect climax/climax.

Mao Fei was secretly excited, and exhaled impatiently, "Didn't you just say that you were going back to the dormitory, where are you?" He murmured, "It's not blocked, is it?"

It's too cold, skipping class and shivering here.

I also forgot to put warm baby in the shoes, and I can't find the feeling of my toes at this moment.

Mao Fei stomped his feet, and a flurry of snowflakes fell down, making his eyelashes tremble.

He picked up the scarf and surrounded the milk tea to keep it warm, then took out his mobile phone and clicked on the dialog box called "Senior Zhu Ming". The chat ended half an hour ago:

Senior Ju Ming: It’s very cold in the classroom, you need to wear more clothes.

Feifei: I wear so much that I can barely walk.

Senior Ju Ming: [You are the prettiest kid in the village.gif] I just finished doing work for the counselor and am going back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep.

Feifei: Okay, I'm going to class too.

Senior Zhu Ming: [You are the most obedient cub in the village.gif] See you tonight, don’t forget to bring your oil painting.

Feifei: I will never forget, see you tonight!

Mao Fei couldn't wait for the evening, he was full of joy, others carried books and walked to the teaching building, he carried money and ran to the milk tea shop, he was bound to block people in broad daylight and express his heart.

Think about how wonderful it is to receive a confession from your ambiguous partner before you catch up on sleep, and after you fall asleep, you can wake up from your dreams.

Putting the mobile phone back into his pocket, Mao Feimei felt happy for his senior, and turned into a search radar, staring at the entrance of the dormitory building and within a radius of ten meters, and then found the senior who came late.

There was a girl next to the man, smiling, and both of them were smiling. When they approached the corner, they stopped tacitly, only to see the senior take off his down jacket, one stretched out his hand, and the other lowered his head. In the blink of an eye, the girl Covered tightly by clothes that were several sizes too big, the senior zippered her and put on a hat, successfully disguising her as a boy.

Not surprisingly, the two of them managed to hide from the dormitory aunt, and disappeared on the stairs in a flash.

Mao Fei came back to his senses, stuck in place, frozen like a fool, and was driven by something, maybe he was not reconciled, the chat history in the phone was still hot, how could he be reconciled.

After catching up, he crossed two stairs at one step, and saw a pair of backs sticking together on the third-floor platform.

Mao Fei walked lightly, followed behind, and heard the girl ask: "Are you so good? You learned to paint oil painting in one winter vacation?"

"The painting is not good, and I can only draw that one. I have painted it dozens of times, just to choose the best one for you as a birthday present."

"What does it look like? Just give it to me. I will have a birthday tomorrow, and you give it today. Isn't it good?"

Zhu Ming smiled and said, "No, it must be delivered on the same day."

The girl asked: "How much to satisfy my curiosity, is it a landscape painting or a figure painting?"

Zhu Ming pondered for a moment: "It's a river full of clear dreams."

When we arrived on the fourth floor, the door of the dormitory was open, and the two of them went in. The door was closed by Zhu Ming casually, and it was not closed tightly.

Mao Fei leaned against the wall, and the bone-chilling temperature came from the soles of his feet and from his back.

The booing stopped for a while, and someone asked: "Hey, don't just focus on being in a relationship, you're also interested in the fact that I'm leaving the group."

"Take care," Zhu Ming said, "I have found your successor. The club recruits new posters and asked him to make them. In the future, we will ask him to do weekly magazines and roll-up banners. He is good at drawing."

"Who is so awesome, who in our group can draw besides me?"

"The one named Mao Fei, he posted a circle of friends during the winter vacation, which made me discover his ability to draw."

It was freezing cold, it was obviously not midsummer, but Mao Fei felt dizzy and nauseous after heatstroke.

He swayed downstairs slowly on his frozen legs, stood by the trash can, raised his hand, and the cold milk tea fell into the black trash bag with a thud, like an abyss, and he couldn't see it when he fell into it. It's the shadow, only a love straw is stuck on the edge and crumbling.

There was another plop, and a ball of snow fell from the camphor tree branch and hit the trash can. The red spot was unbearably shaken, and fell into it after struggling a few times.

Mao Fei walked back on the muddy road, with his head down, walking like a dead body, and took out his mobile phone halfway, his fingers were hot and swollen after being cold.

He clicked into his circle of friends, scrolled down and down, and scrolled to the day of Xiaonian. There were two posts. One was that he went to the supermarket to buy two bags of Miaoxian Bao to feed the stray orange cats in the community. It is his debut oil painting, with the words: A boat full of clear dreams crushing the galaxy.

The harsh comments are still hanging below: There is actually a little painter who is hiding a lot here!

Exit the circle of friends, then click into the dazzling dialog box, swipe up and swipe up, Mao Fei swipe for a long time before sliding to the day of Xiaonian, his fingertips paused, and swipe up again, the time suddenly jumped to last year.

Senior Zhu Ming: I passed your friend verification request...

Feifei: Hello senior, I am here to apply to join the literary club.

Senior Ju Ming: The tour fee is [-], WeChat or Alipay?

Feifei: WeChat, I will forward it to you.

Not even in the mood to scold a "bastard", Mao Fei thought blankly, it was all premeditated.

Senior Ju Ming: I saw your circle of friends, the painting is so beautiful.

Feifei: Thank you senior for your compliment.

Senior Ju Ming: Is the painting a gift?

Feifei: No, the painting is not good, and I can’t get it out.

Senior Ju Ming: How could it be? It would be a treasure for everyone. What a beautiful gift!

Feifei: Then...in the future...maybe give it to someone you like!

Therefore, the explosive chats, ambiguous greetings, and all kinds of care after that were all fake affection with a purpose.

Senior Zhu Ming: Feifei, school will start the day after tomorrow, so I can see you.

Feifei: [Expectation.gif]

Senior Ju Ming: Bring the oil painting and give it to me, is that okay?

Senior Ju Ming: Give it to me, would you like it?

Feifei:! ! !

Feifei: Senior, do you know what you are talking about?do you know? !

Senior Ju Ming: I know.

The framed oil painting, 46cm*33cm, was carefully carried from home to school, afraid of being knocked and touched, and the painting was not hurt if it didn't come true, it was heartbroken.

Mao Fei drifted back to the dormitory. He was the only one in the empty room before get out of class was over.

He took off the scarf, took off his clothes and short boots, and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower. The steam filled his body and his body gradually warmed up. He wiped his face indiscriminately, and said to himself: "Am I stupid, or am I... Or am I being selfish?"

I can't figure it out, and I can't figure it out. Don't think about the straight man's mind.

After washing, I climbed onto the bed in thin cotton pajamas, my hair was half-dried, and the high-power appliances were limited in the dormitory. His head dug into the pillow.

With a "ding", the screen of the phone turns on.

Mao Fei waited for a while before moving. It wasn't the news he secretly expected, it was just a weather reminder.

Mao Fei was so angry that he threw his mobile phone to vent his anger, hit the wall and fell into the crack of the bed, and took a few times to dig it out. His enthusiasm turned to frost, and he opened Moments angrily, writing: Milk tea metaphysics!

After sending it out, I will add another one: I am a tool man! !

With his finger hanging on the screen, Mao Fei bit his lower lip, wanting to dial out the phone and question what the person who kept chatting and even pretending to borrow flowers to offer Buddha was thinking?If you want to give that oil painting to your girlfriend, why don't you just say no?Sticky and meticulously disguised as a gentle and affectionate look, aren't you afraid of letting your straight soul flash your waist?

Fingertips dropped, the phone was not dialed, and only "Senior Zhu Ming" was changed to "Pig Liar". Mao Fei stared at the four-character note and thought it was not enough, muttering: "'Liar' is cheap for you, you A vulgar man."

The phone was turned to silent and thrown aside, the quilt was covered over the top of the head, and before the screen went dark, an indecent name could be seen in the list --- pig fart/eye.

Drowsy and sleep until dark.

During this time, Ran Qing and Xia Xiaoxiao came back, Ran Qing stretched his neck and leaned on the edge of the bed and called him: "Mao Fei, let's go to the cafeteria, do you want to bring it for you?"

Mao Fei was in a daze, turned over and shrank into a ball.

Later, Zhuang Qiang came back. In this room 214, as a vice-committee member of the Life Department of the dignified student union, he was full of official style in his daily life. He and his other three grassroots roommates did not like each other, but he always upheld a strong sense of responsibility. Not to mention people.

"Skipping class all afternoon, you're really not afraid of being deducted credits, are you?" Zhuang Qiang stood in the middle of the dormitory, looking up at the ball of righteous words protruding from the bed, "Ran Qing answered it for you, Xia Xiaoxiao gave it to you The answer is, fortunately there is no teacher Song's class today, otherwise it depends on how you can avoid it."

Mao Fei woke up with a frown, his consciousness still immersed in a sweet dream. In the dream, Zhu Ming and him stood under the camphor tree drenched in snow and looked at each other. They drank the special cup of milk tea one by one. Woolen cloth?"

"It's in my closet. I, I ran over to look for you in a hurry, so I didn't bring it."

"It's okay, bring it to me tonight, I like it very much."

Mao Fei nodded happily, wishing he could throw himself into his arms in front of the public, he confessed: "Qingmeng suppresses Xinghe, I want you to suppress me."

The senior's answer was overshadowed by a yell that was louder than a loud one. Mao Fei was in a state of desperation. He wanted to see which villain with no eyesight was disturbing his courtship. He followed the yell and opened his eyes, and he saw a flattering picture. disliked face.

Zhuang Qiang said "Hey": "Finally woke up, do you know what time it is?"

Mao Fei stretched out one arm and fumbled randomly, but failed to find the phone, and stopped moving again, with a white forearm hanging over the edge of the bed.

Zhuang Qiang approached and patted the back of his hand: "Hey, don't sleep!"

When there was no movement, Zhuang Qiang urged again: "Hey, Mao Fei!"

Mao Feizi snorted: "Don't be a dog, don't you bother me, labor ghosts press the bed."

His arms retracted into the bed, and he took out his mobile phone under the pillow and turned it on. It was already 06:30, and there were a series of message reminders on the screen. Mao Fei didn’t read it, so he lifted the quilt and got up. His mouth was dry and he was in a hurry to find water. drink.

It was completely dark outside the window, and as the weather forecast said, there was heavy snow again.

Zhuang Qiang woke him up, patted his buttocks and went to eat with his meal card.

Mao Fei sat on the chair in a daze, and drank a large glass of warm water in his hand, which made his throat dry and itchy and uncomfortable. He stretched his feet against the edge of the closet, rubbed open a small crack, and saw the painting bag hanging on the hanger .

"Don't even think about it." Mao Fei pouted, "Don't even think about it."

He turned around, rummaged through the big drawers and small drawers before finding a small golden lock, and he locked it without hesitation, locking the closet door tightly.

Pulling out the key, Mao Fei stuffed it under the pillow, paused, took it out again and put it on the table. He was afraid that someone would go crazy when he disappeared after a while. Going back and forth like a mad pig, telling him to key the key, wouldn't it be cheap to kill him.

Mao Fei dressed warmly, packed his keys and mobile phone charger and was ready to leave. He sent a message to Ran Qing: I won’t be coming back tonight, I’m sleeping at my cousin’s house.

Ran Qing replied to him in seconds: Okay, be careful.

This is a secret code between the three of them. Cousin is equal to Qingba, and sleeping at cousin’s house is equal to spending the night in Qingba, just to hide from Zhuang Qiang, lest he know that the part-time job Mao Fei is looking for is to sing in Qingba. I don't know how to turn pale with fright, and how to teach him a lesson earnestly.

Ran Qing asked again: Why did you skip class?Come back to see you sleeping.

Mao Fei sighed: I have gone to see the world, I am going to finish singing tonight, and I will shave my hair and go home tomorrow.

Ran Qing: Xiao Xiao said he was looking forward to seeing you bald.

Ran Qing: I look forward to it too.

Mao Fei pouted, feeling a little relieved.

He doesn't love anyone with his hands in his pockets, but his stomach growls a lot, which makes him realize that he is almost starving himself.

I want to drink milk tea, but I have no appetite.

Mao Fei walked to the cafeteria, and after a while came out with a honey-flavored steamed bun, his cheeks puffed up from eating.

In the blink of an eye, the snowflakes fell bigger and bigger.

Mao Fei chewed his mouth full of sweetness, and hummed a song indistinctly: "Holding the steamed bread in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish, life without milk tea is so hard, tears can't stop flowing---"