generation city grass

The most wonderful thing about the weekend is nothing more than falling asleep and waking up naturally. Mi Xu opened his eyes and looked at his mobile phone, and it was already past ten o'clock. I have to say that the sound insulation of this new dormitory is also good, unlike the old building before. Along the main road in the southern district, I was awakened early in the morning by the chug of cars going in and out of the school, disturbing my dreams...

The person in the next bed hasn't woken up yet, a slender arm can be seen hanging beside the bed outside the raised quilt, and a little bit of sunlight shines on his hair through the window curtain, making him a picture of a beautiful man sleeping soundly.

Mi Xu glanced at the other party, jumped out of bed and went to wash up.

I thought he was just a little tired, and it was rare for him to rest like myself, so I had some pure nostalgia for the bed. Everyone is a student, so how can they not understand the sadness, so Mi Xu didn't bother him , went out lightly to finish breakfast, and then Gema sent a message to ask Mi Xu to help, so Mi Xu went.

The location was about in front of the south building of the library. As soon as Mi Xu arrived there, he saw Ge Xiaolin, whose sight was blocked by a thick stack of canvases hugged by his chest, walking forward in the dark. Mi Xu flew forward bravely. He held the egg in Mama Ge's hand...toasted eggs.

There was a puff of dust and smoke, and Mi Xu looked down at the person lying on the ground proudly posing a big roc with its wings spread, and said, "Your figure is vigorous, your eyes are sharp and your hands are quick!"

Ge Xiaolin raised his head and nodded: "Well... without your help from afar, I wouldn't have stumbled with my left foot and ended up with this end."

Mi Xu: "That's easy, no thanks."

After Ge Xiaolin was helped up, the two shared the canvas and walked forward. Mi Xu looked at the oil painting in his hand and asked, "Why didn't I know that you have engaged in such a tasteful art activity recently?"

Ge Ma said: "This is received from the U Film Art Department, and the school will hold a charity sale next month."

Mi Xu snorted: "Is the school going to do it? Or a small organization going to do it?"

Ge Xiaolin smiled: "Xiaofen's social school activity group organized it. She is very serious. I think I can help if I can."

Mi Xu shook his head after hearing this: "No wonder some people say that love...is like shit, sometimes it's smooth and comfortable, and sometimes it's a waste of paper."

Ge Xiaolin looked at him with disgust: "Where did you hear the aphorism? I haven't had breakfast yet..."

Mi Xu was very enthusiastic: "I will help you."

After moving the things to the big classroom of the social house, Ge Xiaolin and Mi Xu wandered around the charity sale site for a long time, and they were busy until the afternoon. Seeing that the sun was getting weaker, Mama Ge insisted on letting Rice go back, saying that the rest of him Just come by yourself.

Mi Xu checked the time, left the classroom, and when she went downstairs, she saw Lu Zifen sitting there elegantly with her legs crossed while looking at her mobile phone while casually eating the snacks that Ge Xiaolin brought her, quite pleasant.

Mi Xu hurried to the small cafeteria of University of U, bought two more fried eggs, paused when he was about to leave, and asked for another one later.Then hurried back to the department office and handed a copy to Ge Xiaolin who was sweating profusely.

"Breakfast and lunch are missed, so fill your stomach first and then get busy. If you have nothing in your belly, not only can't you fall in love, you can't even poop. How can you be worthy of someone..."

Before Ge Xiaolin could open his mouth to be disgusted, Mi Xu ran away as soon as he finished his good deed.

He ran all the way back to room 609 before he paused. Thinking of something, Mi Xu sighed helplessly, and couldn't help but sing in a low voice while taking out the keys: "Love is like poop~~~ Even if the result is a fart, the process is not. You have to work hard for half a day~~~"

However, when he opened the door, he suddenly stopped speaking.

The expected phenomenon of people leaving the bed empty, working hard at the desk, full of energy, etc. did not appear... The room was still exactly the same as when he left, the same decoration, the same quietness, and the same sleepy person on the bed.

Five or six hours have passed since Mi Xu left, and eighteen or nine hours have passed since they fell asleep last night...

Damn?This girl doesn't even change her posture?Are you in a coma? !

The more Mi Xu thought about it, the more nervous she became, she tiptoed to the bedside, tiptoed and stretched out two fingers and quietly poked under the straight nose of her roommate.

The warm breath gently brushed against his fingertips, Mi Xu felt it carefully for a while, and finally let go of his heart.

alive...

Seeing the sleeping face so close at hand, Mi Xu endured so much that he didn't take out his mobile phone to take a picture and save it. He is a roommate with principles and connotations, and he can't do such a morally unethical thing.Mi Xu silently recited the introduction to Ma Zhe for ten seconds, overcame the urge to move in his heart with strong willpower, and then went back to the table and opened the fried egg he brought back, and sat down to eat it.

Squeeze with salad dressing and ketchup, it's heaven on earth!

While eating, he noticed a familiar pen on the other table, the one he had picked up and returned to Chen Yuzong before. The pen was placed on a hardcover sketchbook, and Mi Xu was chewing on it. Chewing, he couldn't hold back his hands, and slowly reached over to open a page of the book...

Mi Xu also had creative experience when he was a child, that is, his parents saw the children next door cultivating their sentiments, and could not help but be influenced by the environment, so they sent Mi Xu to a small third-rate painting class to study.

Mi Xu probably just entered kindergarten at that time. He thought he was very talented in painting. He used bold colors, a rough style, and selfless devotion. The only difference from other children was that he used paper while others used paper. Teachers and parents didn't appreciate the faces of other children, so Mi Xu regrettably terminated his artistic career.

Now, Mi Xu looked at the criss-crossing lines on the paper, and various houses formed boldly and unrestrainedly. Mi Xu was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What kind of paper is this?So absorbent?So much ink poured on it without leaking?

However, the salty pig's hand just reached over and touched it lightly...

"--hiss!"

With a flick of my fingertips, I knew I was going to suffer!

Mi Xu watched in horror as the corner of the sketchbook was stained a little blood red, so dazzling and bright.

That's the tomato sauce in the fried egg in his hand...

Mi Xu was stunned for two seconds, and immediately jumped up to take out a paper towel to wipe. In his haste, he accidentally knocked over the two dictionaries on the table. At the critical moment, Mi Xu used a beautiful stretching movement without hesitation, "Pu Chi With a sound, he firmly caught the crumbling dictionary!

Holding the dictionary, Mi Xu felt a lingering fear. If it really fell down, the old man would definitely wake up. He still hasn't solved the problem of ketchup, so how will he explain it?Fortunately, he is quick and agile, and sure enough, there is no cure for his wit...

It's just... something seems wrong.

Mi Xu thought for a while, by the way, why did he use "Puchi" as the BGM after catching the dictionary?

Mi Xu lowered his head...

why?

what?

what?

What?

……

There was a package of delicious salad dressing there. It was a package of delicious salad dressing that had not yet been opened. It was a package of delicious salad dressing that had been crushed by Misu before it was opened. It complemented the ketchup on the table so well.

Mi Xu walked along his feet and saw Sexiong's corpse, and its flesh and blood splashed in a small area of ​​the room.

There are floors, desks, curtains, wooden beds, grass...

Yes, city grass.

Mi Xu looked over and saw a milky white strip lying on the serene side face of the person on the bed...

It belonged to the blood of Brother Se who was brought back by Rice, and it jumped mischievously on Chengcao's face just before he died.

Face.

Face.

face!

Mi Xu: ...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Where's my harakiri katana! ! ? ? ?

Mi Xu stood against the wind for a minute, reluctantly accepting the reality.

The teacher said that when you encounter difficulties, you should not escape, but face them bravely and rise to them!

Mi Xu took two deep breaths, pulled out a stack of tissues, and walked forward step by step.

It's no big deal, I just need to walk over, quietly wipe off the color on his face with a tissue, and then clean up the room. He has been asleep for a whole day, so it is so easy to wake up, as long as I work diligently, It must be able to do it without anyone noticing.

Mi Xu thought with a relaxed smile.

So easy! ! !

No problem! ! !

So he climbed up the ladder carefully, stretched out his hand and tried it, but found that he couldn't reach it.

No way, go up two steps.

Mi Xu stepped onto the bed with one foot.

It's almost...

Mi Xu bent his knees and knelt up.

coming soon.

Mi Xu leaned against the bed and lowered her body.

I saw the color brother.

Mi Xu lay on the opponent's body.

Watch me destroy you!

Mi Xu lowered his head and approached Chen Yuzong's face.

Just when his tissue was about to touch the other party, the eyelashes in front of his eyes twitched lightly. The person who had slept for a whole day opened his eyes at this moment...

Less than twenty centimeters away, the two looked directly at each other.

Mi Xu:? ? ?

Chen Yuzong: ...

Mi Xu:! ! !

Chen Yuzong: ...

Mi Xu: ...

Chen Yuzong: ...

Mi Xu's mind was running fast, and he knew he needed to explain, but there were too many words in the fight of joy, and it was hard to say anything when he was blocked at the exit.

Facing the bloodshot eyes in front of him, Mi Xu held back for a long time and said something.

"Brother Se..."

Chen Yuzong was startled, then looked at him with unreasonable eyes, and said hoarsely: "What?"

Mi Xu was still stuck: "You...se...la..."

color?

My color?

Who is it?

Chen Yuzong frowned, suddenly felt something foreign on his face, reached out to touch it, but found a white sticky substance...