Dig a spoonful of heart meat

Two months later, Zou Shao came to the university to report.

Class A special students were all assigned to the Business Administration major of the School of Economics and Management. Zou Shao thought that his dormitory would be not far from Qin Weifeng's, but he didn't expect that all the boys of the School of Economics and Management lived in the southern dormitory.

The dormitory environment is quite good. There are elevators for upstairs and downstairs, cubicles for showers, and advanced facilities such as student activity rooms, gymnasiums, and laundry rooms on the basement floor.

He carried the suitcase and walked in, and from a long distance away, he heard the earth-shaking singing of ghosts and gods in the dormitory.

Zou Shao slowly opened the door with his feet, the singing in the room stopped abruptly, and the three of them turned their heads at the same time, staring straight at the person who walked in.

Did someone go to the wrong set?

Only the bed on the left side of the entrance was vacant. Zou Shao leaned the suitcase against the cabinet, wiped the table casually, and put his schoolbag on the table.

"How are you, classmate?" A person asked from behind, "Are you from this dormitory? Where are you from? What project did you come in?"

Zou Shao looked back and saw that the person who spoke was tall, about two meters high. Even though he was leaning on the cabinet crookedly, the tip of his head still had the impression of reaching the ceiling.The hair is short on both sides and long in the middle, making it look a few centimeters taller.

"Hello." Zou Shao responded, "Yes, Beijing, Dash. Do you know each other?"

"Just met." The man's eyes lit up, "The three of us are all from the Northeast, this is shooting." He pointed to a short boy, "This is a marathon."

"My name is Ma Song," said the tall boy who ran the marathon.

Zou Shao suddenly understood the reason for the wonderful "Song of Heroes" heard in the dormitory just now. Youdao is a song that the fellow villagers in the Northeast get together to sleep all night.

Military training, the official start of school.Zou Shao adapted quickly, got along well with his classmates, quickly got out of the navigation in the huge garden, and found all kinds of library teaching buildings in strange conditions.

It seems like everything is starting to get back on track.

Does training still take up most of the time, but it is more systematic than high school training. Although the time has increased, it will not make people feel too tired.

On the afternoon of the first day of formal classes, the track and field team came out of Dongcao training and was planning to go to the nearby basketball court to play a game.

"Brother Zou together?" Ma Song shouted.

Zou Shao just wanted to follow, but suddenly stopped.

"Do you know where the old museum is?" he asked.

There are not many courses, and the academic pressure is relatively easy. Few people go to the library in their spare time.

Several people looked at each other.

"Walk west and listen to Tao cross the bridge and turn left." Ma Song suddenly realized: "Are you going to the old museum to take photos of online celebrity tourists? You finally decided to make good use of your face!"

Zou Shao got on the bike, smiled, and calmly said something that shocked everyone, "No, I'm going to study."

study?

What a shameful excuse.

There is no homework on the first day of class, and even the main lecture is the prologue, so what to study?Can't memorize the textbook catalog?

His main purpose, of course, is not to learn.

When I was on the phone with Tan Weifeng before, I had a vague impression of this place, so I took a chance to try it.

The path leading to the old museum is along the Xiaohe River, and the leaves are colorful on the roadside.In summer, there will be a cool breeze from the shade of the trees, and in winter, there will be light snow on the river.

I probably understand why the other party likes this place.

Zou Shao entered the door and walked to the right, passing rows of wooden tables in the middle of the huge reading hall.

The old building adopts Western-style architecture, with red brick walls, arched doors and windows, and huge satin-like curtains hang down from the vault, but you can glimpse winding creepers outside the window.

Probably because of the first day of school, most of the seats here are empty, and there are not many people.

Zou Shao felt that he was lucky, and found the person he was looking for as soon as he entered the reading room.

He was wearing a light blue shirt that was as clear as the sky without a trace of variegation, and was sitting in front of the first window on the left hand side of entering the door.The shadow of the trees outside the window covered some of the light and shadow, and some golden fish that escaped the net swam in and reflected on his side face.

The colors are as quiet as a still life oil painting.

There is no power supply in the old building, and there is no sound of King Kong finger smashing the keyboard.Qin Weifeng didn't bring a computer either, and a few books were spread out on the table.

He seemed a little tired, and fell asleep lying on the table, with a black ballpoint pen between the knuckles of his right hand.

Most of his face was buried on the table, and half of his eyelashes were exposed in the air, trembling slightly with the rhythm of the light.

Zou Shao gently pulled the chair beside him and sat down, leaning his schoolbag on the back of the chair as quietly as possible.

The sound of the library's air conditioner drowns out the heartbeat, giving people a rare illusion of confusion.It seems that there are always people coming and going in the aisle, but their positions are never disturbed.

Zou Shao took out a few books from his schoolbag, and he seemed to be back three years ago.The glimpse of the piano room in the summer afternoon, the dancing fingertips, and the straight back, seem to be burned in every hot day, lingering.

Qin Weifeng seemed to feel the sight, shook his head and straightened up.The crow-colored eyelashes stretched indulgently, but panicked in the moment of sobriety.

He was startled.

Even though Zou Shao moved his eyes in time, he couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of his eye.

When people just wake up, they are often the most defenseless and the easiest time to reveal their true nature.

Tan Weifeng's "surprise" was within the scope of his predictions, but the other party seemed to show some other emotions.

Like flustered.

Why is there a mess?

Will he be the same as himself, the moment his eyes meet, thousands of thoughts are twisted into the turbine, and he can't tell even a thread.

Can only be rough and tumble.

"Coincidental." Zou Shao said hello as if it was a matter of course.

Qin said that Feng's expression changed quickly, and his sleepy eyes were only willing to show for a moment.

He obviously didn't believe Zou Shao's nonsense, but he couldn't refute it.The library is a public place after all, and there happened to be an empty seat next to him.

Qin Weifeng stared at Zou Shao for two seconds, then turned to the question on the table.

Probably Tan Weifeng is the only one who thinks black and white characters are better-looking than Zou Shao people in the whole world.

But he found that Zou Shao still looked this way from time to time.

Originally, Zou Shao was sitting beside him like a huge gravitational field, absorbing his attention completely, his eyes flicking back and forth dishonestly, Tan Zhifeng couldn't stand it anymore and turned his head.

"What are you doing here?"

"Learn..."

"Are there words on my face?"

Zou Shao shut up in time and suppressed the "yes" that was about to blurt out.

There are words on his face, there is a calm and handsome face that is full of ink and madness, there is an unstoppable pursuit of the direction of the heart, and a mind that is as strong as the back of the paper.

Zou Shao retracted his thoughts of running eight hundred miles, and turned to the topic.

In fact, he kept sweeping there, not because he had any extravagant thoughts, but really...

"You have no words on your face, but I have no words on my paper." Zou Shao explained.

Tan Weifeng frowned, it's strange to understand.

Zou Shao moved his seat to that side, kept the closest distance in the social area, and said in a low voice.

"I didn't bring a pen..."

The author has something to say:

Zou Shao, you're drifting again, aren't you?

Thank you WY for the cute mine~