[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

The few bottles of spirits he kept privately are for everyone to see. "

"That's a good idea! I've been coveting those bottles of wine for months!"

"Don't be cowardly, Ivan! If it's a man, agree to him! Isn't it just a few bottles of wine, it's not as serious as respect!"

"Cheng! Please let me be your witness, I will be there whenever you are called!"

"Go, go, go in the back row."

Ivan was in a hurry: "Oh, why are you doing this? I haven't agreed yet! Why should I bet on this with you!"

Mingcheng said, "Then what do you want to bet?"

"I want to bet... No, I didn't say I want to bet with you." Ivan said vigilantly, "I saved up that wine with great difficulty, so don't even think about it."

The instructor casually interjected as if he thought the matter was not big enough: "You don't want Quanyou anymore?"

Ivan hesitated for a while.

Mingcheng looked at him intently.

Ivan gritted his back molars, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he turned his head and said to Mingcheng: "You can also gamble, but all honors are given by the instructor, and they are not yours. I want to add another one." bet."

"What, you said."

Ivan said loudly: "If you lose, you have to show me those letters hidden under the pillow like treasures. How about it, do you dare to bet!"

Mingcheng slowly suppressed the smile on his face, Ivan felt something was wrong in his heart, but the words had already been spoken, he silently thought, this kid will definitely refuse now, and then I will apologize to him later, This should be cleared up.

The people around whispered: "What letter? If it's personal privacy, it's not good for Ivan to say so."

"Probably not. We have to open and check our correspondence here, and it's unlikely that something too private will be written in a letter."

"Looking at Cheng's face, could it be that he is going to write a love letter to the girl he loves? Oh! Then I really want to see it. It's unimaginable how Cheng falls in love."

"I remembered that a few months ago he seemed to go to the greenhouse to pick a red tulip."

"My God! What a lucky girl! That must be a very affectionate and romantic confession, love is really the most beautiful thing in the world!"

Fighting races have always been enthusiastic and unrestrained. In this kind of closed military academy, there is no secret that the students have a better relationship. For them, their emotional experiences are not something they cannot share. Although Mingcheng doesn't like to talk about his own life with others This kind of question, but he also knew that this group of people did not have any malicious intentions.

But if there is no malice, there is no malice. This kind of atmosphere cannot be encouraged after all.

Mingcheng smiled calmly: "Okay, I'll bet with you."

After 10 minutes, he took the coat that was set aside and put it on, carefully buttoning the buttons one by one, speaking with a gentle smile, without any displeasure.

"Don't forget, those who see have a share."

This time, Ivan, who was in pain everywhere and couldn't really get up, collapsed on the ground. Amidst the cheers of the students around him, he showed an extremely heartbroken expression, not to mention how regretful he was.

Mingcheng went to the library.

Frunze’s collection of books is neither too large nor too small, but most of them are professional books. Even if there are some literary works, they are mainly in Russian and English, and there are even fewer art books, so there are very few Mingcheng books. Books to his liking can be found here.

He wandered among the bookshelves and walked towards his destination, his eyes vacantly gliding over the covers of one book after another, but his mind gradually drifted away, to Paris thousands of miles away, to the Champs Elysees where people come and go Lishe Avenue, drifting into the small building where he and Minglou lived together for several years.

Mingcheng guessed that Minglou should have just finished his afternoon nap at this time. He would come out of the bedroom, button up his cuff buttons one by one as he walked, then arrange his collar in front of the mirror in the study on the second floor, and tie his tie carefully. He took the suit jacket from the back of the chair and put it on.By the way, when he puts on his coat, he always likes to throw a beautiful arc in mid-air first, and the man in his first year is young and handsome, and he is even more handsome and chic when he does this kind of action. If enthusiastic little girls When you see it, you will definitely be amazed with fascination.

After getting dressed, Minglou should go to the chair behind the desk to get his briefcase. He would pass by the bookshelf with dried tulips, and be attracted by the warm red at a glance.He will feel in a good mood, so he will look at it a few more times, and maybe he will think of the owner of the flower far away in Leningrad by the way, and then go out with a smile to give his students an emotional lesson , patiently answer questions for the students, and may tactfully reject a few enthusiastic suitors, telling them that he already has a lover.

Maybe after class, he will go for a walk on the small road in the campus, pick up a few fallen leaves and put them in the book.He would worry about choosing ingredients in the supermarket, finish his dinner with bumps in the kitchen, eat it with a frown, and continue to miss the exclusive chef for several years.After tidying up the dishes, he would sit in the study, read a book for a while, prepare for a while, and then think about what to write in the next reply.

Or, he also has to perform some tasks from time to time, sometimes with a partner, sometimes alone, he will concentrate on recording the code under the lamp, and draw up a thorough plan again and again.He would evade the night patrolling police on the corner of the street, and finish off the task objective neatly. He might be injured a little bit and embarrassed, but he would be safe and sound in the end.

Mingcheng thought, look, neither time nor space can obliterate my memory of him, and cannot reduce my yearning for him. I remember every arc of his smile, every gentle ending of his sentence, I am familiar with his words. Everything, sometimes even better than myself.And more fortunately, maybe he is the same for me.

When he was young, Mingcheng read "Zhuangzi", saying that all people in the world have seven orifices, only Chaos has none, and the emperor of the south and the emperor of the north, in order to thank Chaos, dug a hole for it every day. Seven days later, Chaos died .At that time, he felt afraid, and he also thought vaguely whether "sit and forget" is the real way to live. Sometimes, once a person is enlightened, he may face a more terrible end.

Later, he went to Paris with Minglou, and after gradually discovering his thoughts, he suddenly remembered the story he read when he was young.He had seen Minglou get along with Wang Manchun with his own eyes, and after being tempted, he only felt that this was a hopeless thought, and occasionally thought that it would be better if he hadn't enlightened from the beginning to the end. In this life, we can be brothers and sisters, and in the future we will each have a family, and when we are old, we can still sit together and watch the mountains and rivers together.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes after all, and the parting hug at Gare du Nord seemed to give him unprecedented courage.He used a pencil to write that confession over and over again, obliterating it, writing it again, and rescribing it again... In the end, the messy sentence and messy thoughts remained, and they were put in an envelope and sent to far away Paris.

The days of waiting for a reply were extremely long, so long that he almost thought that not only would he lose this relationship, but he might even lose Minglou and Mingjia. A heart is like soaking in deep water. As if suffering from the pain of suffocation.He even regretted that he sent such a letter, not because of the rejection and embarrassment he might get next, but only because of the emotional dilemma he might experience when Minglou who received the letter replied to take care of his feelings.

luckily.Mingcheng thought.Fate treats me tenderly.

He smiled contentedly, and the corners of his slightly raised lips showed a faint sigh.Mingcheng, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't notice someone walking hurriedly with his head bowed at the corner of the bookshelf, and bumped into him.

"boom."

"careful!"

When the two collided, Mingcheng quickly stood firm and helped the other person, but suddenly, although the person didn't fall, all the books in his hand fell down and hit the ground. on the ground.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Mingcheng apologized first, and then knelt down to pick up the book for him. The boy was stunned, scratched his head and squatted down, and said, "I should apologize. I was too engrossed in reading, no Notice someone up ahead."

Mingcheng politely handed him the book he picked up, and glanced at the cover of the top one by the way: "Huh? This one..."

The boy said embarrassedly: "I didn't borrow this book, I brought it myself. There are very few Chinese books in the library."

Mingcheng smiled and said, "I guess so. Even if there are some Chinese books here, they can't be Du's poems. Are you Chinese too?"

The boy nodded vigorously: "You too? Hello, my name is Xu He." He stretched out his hand while talking.

Mingcheng hesitated for a moment, and shook hands with him: "Just call me Ah Cheng." The two stood up together, Mingcheng looked at the page he had opened, and a sentence was drawn under it with a black pen.

"Zhengqi encounters the wind and cloud meeting, Fudian only knows how to plan well." Mingcheng read slowly, smiled gently, and asked him with his head tilted, "Do you like this sentence?"

Xu He was a little embarrassed, but still nodded.

"In fact, I also like Du Gongbu's poems." Mingcheng said, "For example, in this poem, I like another line the most."

"Which one?"

Mingcheng said lightly: "He Guang heard that a reed passed by, and Hu's life was in the broken bamboo."

Xu He smiled: "It is indeed very imposing."

The two nodded at each other, passed each other, and walked away in their respective directions.

In the case of great heat, first wait for the rotten grass to turn into fireflies, second wait for the soil to moisten the heat, and third wait for heavy rain.

Mingcheng stood in the library, quietly pulling out the latest issue of Times from the newspaper shelf.

It was June, [-].

Rain is coming.

[Sixteen] Beginning of Autumn

A thunderclap rolled across the sky.

Mingcheng sat up abruptly