monster study

When Ma Yanyan returned to the dormitory, she was surprised to find that Lu Zhifei was also there.Hastily swallowed half of the pan-fried bun, and asked, "Why did you come back so early today, the sky is still bright."

"Yeah." However, Lu Zhifei just responded lightly, and continued to compete with the design draft, with no expression on his silent face.

Ma Yanyan finally noticed something was wrong, and turned to look at Tong Jiashu.Tong Jiashu was reading a foreign document in his arms, when he heard this, he raised his head and shook his head at Ma Yanyan.

Tong Jiashu didn't know what was going on. When he came back, Lu Zhifei was already drawing design drafts at the table.He didn't speak or move for an entire hour.

Ma Yanyan leaned over to look, but Lu Zhifei usually had that cold look, his expression was very indifferent, and he really couldn't see any subtle changes.And he often immerses himself in his own inspiration world like this and ignores external things. Perhaps, because the deadline for the design competition is approaching, his small universe exploded?

Unable to draw any conclusions, Ma Yanyan swallowed the remaining half of the pan-fried bun and said, "Oh right, it will be May Day soon, do you want to go home?"

Tong Jiashu nodded, "Of course."

Ma Yanyan immediately turned her head to call Lu Zhifei, "If you know what's wrong, then come home with me on May [-]st! You know, that little radish from my uncle's house will come to my house to play again this year. Without you, I can't cure him." He!"

Ma Yanyan was crying, and Lu Zhifei stopped holding the pen.

Lu Zhifei understood Ma Yanyan's concern.

He didn't directly tell Lu Zhifei not to go home, because Lu Zhifei was alone at home, but asked Lu Zhifei for help instead.But Lu Zhifei still shook his head, "No need, I have something to do this year, I have to go home."

"Well, it seems that I can only fight wits and courage with that little bastard." Even though Lu Zhifei said there was something to do, Ma Yanyan didn't force it.

But when Ma Yanyan interrupted, Lu Zhifei lost the will to continue painting.Those complicated thoughts once again occupied his brain and trapped the tip of his pen.

If I continue to draw, I am afraid that every stroke will outline the appearance of Shang Si.

what should I do?what should I do?

At this time, Lu Zhifei's cell phone rang, and it was Dongfeng Express.

Lu Zhifei went downstairs to get it, and saw Dongfeng standing under the tree in front of the dormitory building, holding a letter and waving at him, "Here!"

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Lu Zhifei took the letter and thanked him.

Dongfeng waved his hand, "But I thought you were in the study, and I wanted to grab a meal, but you weren't here."

"Oh, I have something to do today."

"Hahaha, it's okay, I'm just talking casually." Dongfeng smiled, "The letter has been delivered, call me when you have a reply."

What Dongfeng brought was a letter from Lu's father. After the first correspondence, the two of them communicated frequently.

Today's Lu Zhifei was a little anxious, instead of turning around and going upstairs, he stood under the tree and opened the letter to read.

Knowing not:

Literally.Everything is fine here, I don't need to worry about it all the time.However, my Zhifei has grown up and has troubles. Dad is really happy that you can express it in your letter.

Dad doesn't know exactly what troubles you encountered, and he doesn't know much about human beings, but whether it's a human or a monster, the feelings are generally the same.When your father was alive, he always encountered all kinds of troubles. At that time, I didn't understand the emotions and desires, and I couldn't solve his worries, let alone empathize with him.But your father's troubles are always short-lived. Whenever he has troubles, he will come and climb my tree.

He has never been in good health, and climbing a tree once is roughly equivalent to climbing to the top of Kunlun Mountain for him.When he stood on my tree trunk and looked out, he always seemed to be looking at distant mountains, rivers and rivers.He was always happy at that time, and later he told me that one of the biggest regrets in life was not being able to really go out and have a look.

Zhifei, my child, you are different from him.You can climb to the top of the real Kunlun Mountains to see if there are really dragon bones buried there.Although Dad can't accompany you on a long trip, if you are tired and want to come back, Dad will still be waiting for you at home.

Lu Tingfang

Looking at the familiar inscription, Lu Zhifei held the ginkgo leaf in the envelope, his eyes were slightly red.

Passers-by came and went, and they all looked curiously at the department grass of the Design Academy standing under the tree with a letter in a daze. The next second, they saw that he seemed to take a deep breath, and then didn't look back. ran out of school.

Ma Yanyan poked her head out from the balcony, "Hey! I don't know where you are going!"

However, Lu Zhifei ran so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ma Yanyan stood on the balcony in a daze, looked up, is the water retrograde?what is it today?

An hour later, something that shocked Ma Yanyan even more happened. Lu Zhifei actually called him and asked him to go to the cloth market to help pay.

"My God, that Lu Zhifei forgot to bring money when he went out, and now call me to help him pay, I am a god!" Ma Yanyan said a long series without a pause, and Tong Jiashu was stunned for half a second to understand what he meant, and then, Standing up abruptly, "I'll go with you."

It was really rare for such a thing to happen to Lu Zhifei.

When Tong Jiashu and Ma Yanyan rushed to the cloth market, they saw Lu Zhifei standing in a shop holding a piece of red cloth, waiting for them calmly.Ma Yanyan hurriedly went to pay, and when he heard the price, he was speechless. The boss was very happy, and he still had time to chat with him, "I said you have a good eye, this cloth was custom-made by a customer, look at the material and workmanship, They are all top-notch. As a result, people don’t want them anymore, so I kept them. I can’t find a second one in the whole market. Originally, I didn’t want to cut them up and sell them, but you are students, and your classmate is sincere. I like it, haha ​​just took my cloth and refused to let go.”

Hearing this, Ma Yanyan looked back at Lu Zhifei while paying for the money.Lu Zhifei still held the piece of cloth and did not let go, but at this time he had already started to pick the thread.

Ma Yanyan walked over, "Zhifei, don't you still have the material you bought last time? This fabric is good and the color is right, but we usually don't use such good material for making clothes."

"Give it away." Lu Zhifei answered briefly, and then picked out a lot of lines for comparison.

Tong Jiashu watched silently from the side, and couldn't help but ask, "Who is he sending?"

Ma Yanyan spread her hands, brother, I don't know either.But looking at these threads and this piece of cloth, Ma Yanyan touched her chin, and in an instant, Holmes got up and said, "Anyway, this material is unlikely to be used for skirts, and the color is unbearable for most people. He only knows a few people." One, one by one, won’t it be enough?”

Tong Jiashu was noncommittal, glanced at Lu Zhifei, and found that his movements seemed to be a little faster than before.

Guilty?shy?

On the other side, without Lu Zhifei's Monster Study, the delivery guy once again ushered in.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became a bit dignified, Taibai Taihe's hand holding the small spoon was drooping, without the slightest spirit of the past.When the mouth is deflated, it seems that the golden peas are about to fall.

"Eat." Shang Si calmly put a chopstick of food into his mouth.

Well, in fact, takeaway is really hard to eat.

But eating it all the time is also depressing.

"Beep, beep! Takeaway!"

"Hey! It's takeaway again!"

"Hey, hey, hey! It's still takeaway!"

Taibai and Taihei ran around the living room wearing a small rice bag, and the whole study was filled with their sorrow.Shang Si came in with a takeaway from the outside, put it on the table, and the two of them climbed onto the table right after him, and fell sprawled in front of Shang Si.

"Too white (too black), dead!"

The appearance of sticking out his tongue and kicking his legs can drive Shang Si to death.

Xiao Qiao couldn't help asking Wu Qiangqiang, "How did you survive without Lu Zhifei?"

Wu Qiangqiang also suddenly realized, "That's right, how did we live before?"

This is a very serious question.

"Forget it, let's not think about it for now." Wu Qiangqiang broke off his fingers, "Zhifei hasn't come for five days, do you think he won't come from now on? Did you take that dose of medicine?" A little too hard?"

"This is called fighting poison with poison," Xiao Qiao said.

On the sixth day after Lu Zhifei did not come, Taibai Taihei sat on the threshold with his face in his hands, sighing.

Shang Si ate takeaways for several days in a row, and felt that life was difficult. He still had to feel the resentment of the two fat guys while staying in the study, so he decided to go out for food.

It has been a long time since he went to the street to feel the bustling atmosphere. Shang Si looked at the busy traffic in front of him and smelled the fragrance from the street, and he was in a good mood.That's right, isn't it because I haven't had a good meal that I've been feeling depressed these days?

Thinking of this, Shang Si wandered all the way, looking around for delicious food with great interest.Before he knew it, he was wandering on the street for more than half an hour, and when he looked up, Chen Ji.

Shang Si suddenly wanted to eat dumplings in crab roe soup, so he strode in.Looking around, the current Chen Ji is completely different from the Chen Ji of a hundred years ago, not at all familiar with Shang Si.But Shang Si was not disgusted by this, walked inside and saw that there was a transparent kitchen on the right, and a pastry chef was kneading dough on the cooking table behind the glass.

Shang Si thought it was interesting, so he stopped to look at it for a while.

The pastry chef is a kind old man with a faint smile on his face. It seems that every visitor can feel the joy of making pastry from him.Diners realize that the food contains the happiness and care of the pastry chef, and they will naturally feel more delicious when eating.

Shang Si looked at it for a while, and said, "Why don't you see Chen Ji's splitter?"

Hearing this, the old master suddenly stopped, with a look of astonishment on his face, "You know?"

"I've heard of it." Shang Si replied.

The old master didn't think much about it, and then he sighed and said, "Our descendants don't live up to it. Those old skills are no longer good. What's the matter, you seem to know it very well, do you intend to learn some pasta?"

"Lazy." Shang Si smiled.

The master chef smiled immediately, and said while kneading the dough, "I know you young people don't like to learn this, but a few days ago, a student with a pretty face came over and came to see me making soup dumplings every day. Oh yes, He takes your place."

A student with delicate features?Shang Si immediately thought of Lu Zhifei, and asked, "He came here to learn how to make soup dumplings?"

"Yeah, I still carry a notebook with me. I thought he was quite eye-catching. I asked him if he was a chef, so he could come to us as an apprentice. Only after asking did he find out that it's a pity for a talented student to learn to be a chef. "The old master was talking, and when he looked up, he found that Shang Si had turned around and left.

Young people these days are so weird.

The master chef thought this way, and then lowered his head to compete with the dough. It is still the happiest making pasta.

After a while, Shang Si sat in the store, looking at the steaming crab roe soup dumplings in front of him, but found that his mood was not as expected as before.Although the master chef doesn't know the old skills that have been passed down, his craftsmanship should be pretty good. The soup dumplings are made with big leather fillings and smell fragrant.

But Shang Si remembered what the chef who sells skewers said, the best food is on his own dining table.If the soup dumplings here are full of the joy of the master chef, what about Lu Zhifei's?

Shang Si suddenly wanted to eat soup dumplings made by Lu Zhifei.

It must be better than the ones in front of him.

It's a pity he didn't eat any of them.

Why didn't you eat it?

Because he did it himself.

Lu Zhifei has not been here for several days, so will he not be able to eat anymore?

Realizing this cruel fact, Shang Si really lost his taste in anything he ate.Unhappily coming out of Chen Ji, Shang Si walked past Lu Zhifei's school, stopped at the door for a while, but turned and left.

Walking, walking, the surrounding scenery gradually faded.As if eroded by a heavy rain, following his footsteps, he returned to the original little by little.

Shang Si stopped in a daze, looking at the pure world of black, white and gray around him.

He lowered his head, black air lingered around his fingertips, like clouds and fog.

What's going on here?Is his mood so unstable?Why do you even claim to open the barrier?

A few shadow demons came out from the corner, and timidly approached the big demon king exuding black air, but saw that his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension.

At the same time, Lu Zhifei was still immersed in needlework.Both Tong Jiashu and Ma Yanyan watched from the side. Those dexterous hands seemed to have magical powers, they kept threading needles and threads, and then embroidered wonderful patterns on the gorgeous robes.

But the key point is that Lu Zhifei has hardly rested these days, and has been making this dress all the time.

In fact, Ma Yanyan had already guessed who the owner of the clothes was.As he said before, few people can wear such clothes, and Ma Yanyan thought of the boss of the study almost the first time he saw it take shape.

Wanton publicity, unrestrained.

The bright red shirt with large sleeves, the pattern outlined in black, white, and gold like splashed ink, is somewhat mysterious in its gorgeousness. Besides the boss, who else is more suitable?

but……

"Zhifei, take a break." Ma Yanyan went over and took Lu Zhifei's hand, "Anyway, the study won't run away."

Lu Zhifei shook his head firmly, "It will be fine soon."

He looked down at the clothes in his hand, and there was one more thing, the pattern was about to be embroidered.Just the last bit.

In the study, it was still calm.But under the calm, there seemed to be something strange.

Seeing the continuous ripples in the pool, Wu Qiangqiang raised his head and looked upstairs in surprise.

What's the matter, big devil?Who made him angry again after going out?

Upstairs, Shang Si couldn't calm down, picked up a book from the desk, and leaned on the back of the chair to divert his attention.It was a collection of strange tales that he often read. It was composed of many, many short stories, and it was not bad to flip through it casually.

It's just that Shang Si obviously couldn't read the book today, so he scanned a few lines and threw the book back on the desk.At this moment, a note fluttered out of the book.

Where did the note come from?

Shang Si picked it up in doubt, and saw that the note was written in crooked monster characters - I know you have seen famous mountains and rivers, but I am just a low green hill in the south of the Yangtze River.But the light boat is too heavy, and the green hills are still there.

That word is really ugly.No matter how many times Shang Si corrected him, he was still so ugly, so ugly that his bones were strange, and so ugly that he was unique.

However, Shang Si read these two sentences softly, and suddenly remembered the question he asked Xiao Qiao.

How many years do you think it will be before the study reopens?

"The light boat has passed ten thousand weights, but the green hills are still there..." Shang Si muttered to himself, ripples rippled in the pool and rippled in his heart.

When he turned around, it seemed that Lu Zhifei was standing behind him, quietly accompanying him, spending the silent years together.

A smile gradually appeared at the corner of Shang Si's mouth.He looked out the window, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the moon really came out.

Now he suddenly wanted to see Lu Zhifei.

Not the usual thought.

He wanted to live in a hut on that low green hill.

He thought so, and did so.Push open the door and go out, go downstairs, go out, walking like the wind.Wu Qiangqiang, Xiao Qiao and the others saw a figure passing by before Shang Si had disappeared.

However, as soon as he walked out of the door, he stopped again.

Lu Zhifei was holding a red dress and standing across the street panting.The moment the four eyes met, Shang Si seemed to see a scenery that he had never seen for thousands of years.

Cars coming and going passed between them, and the headlights of the cars illuminated the way home and his footsteps.

Lu Zhifei took a deep breath, crossed the street with his clothes in his arms, and stood in front of Shang Si.

he came.Shang Si only had these three words in his heart at this moment.

All the surrounding sounds faded away, but other sounds echoed.The petals fell to the ground and made a soft sound, the wind blew through their clothes, and Lu Zhifei gasped slightly.

Also, he was a little eager, but seemed to have been brewing for a long time.

"This dress is for you." Lu Zhifei held the clothes in both hands and handed them over, looking straight at Shang Si, "I know I'm just an ordinary human being, I don't have such a long lifespan, and I don't have extraordinary abilities. In your In my eyes, I may be ordinary and useless, but..."

Lu Zhifei blinked and covered the waves in his heart, "If you can love me, I can always be with you in my limited life. You just have to wait for me, wait for me a little bit, I might...can't run away so fast."

As he said that, Lu Zhifei's eyes were red, and he slowly showed a faint smile that was almost invisible.

But you are obviously about to cry.

Only now did Shang Si fully understand what Xiao Qiao meant by that sentence.

He gave you the best.His time, his bravery, and his pride.

Shang Si let out a sigh in his heart. He stepped forward and took the clothes from Lu Zhifei's hands. The bright red clothes shook off in the night, and the mysterious and beautiful patterns were like flowers blooming in the dark night, wrapping Shang Si around.

He opened his hands, with the smile that fascinated Lu Zhifei that night under the starlight on his face.He asked, "Does it look good?"

Lu Zhifei nodded in a daze, and then watched Shang Si take a step closer, and then a step closer, wearing the clothes he made by himself, stretched out his arms and hugged him full.

Lu Zhifei heard Shang Si's deep and magnetic voice ringing in his ears, "There is another poem about Qingshan. I see how charming Qingshan is, and I think Qingshan should be like this."

Lu Zhifei suddenly opened his eyes wide and was stunned for a long time before asking with some doubts, "Really?"

"Really." Shang Si hugged him even tighter, "It's absolutely true."

In the study, one head, two heads, three or four heads poked out from behind the door. When they saw the two people embracing in front of the door, they opened their mouths wide.

Taibai and Taihei giggled and hugged each other crookedly, tilting their heads to show a big heart.

"Lu Lu! Long live!"