Strawberry West Toast

Wang Zhen threw away the ill-fitting suit last winter. He didn't expect this year's orientation meeting to be so formal. The chairman asked each speaker to wear a formal dress, and he had to familiarize himself with the speeches. the quality of.

The underground supermarket is nearly two kilometers away from the teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts. Wang Zhen has class in the first period of the afternoon. In order to make time for dinner, he rides his bicycle to the underground supermarket after class.

The first floor of the underground supermarket is the cafeteria. At this point in the morning, the last class has just ended, and there are many students in the supermarket. Wang Zhen walked around a few containers before finding a place to rent and sell suits. He was about to pick out a style when someone suddenly said: "Brother Zhen?"

Wang Zhen turned his head, Huo Shi waved to him: "Where are you going to buy clothes?"

"Yes," Wang Zhen smiled, "The student union welcomes new students."

Huo Shi leaned over and whispered to him, "The suits here are ugly, why don't you rent them from a photo studio outside?"

"Just wear it once, you don't have to be so particular about it," Wang Zhen said, "Besides, the clothes in the photo studio are expensive."

Huo Shi said: "I'll help you find friends in the clothing department, they may have suits that you don't use."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you," Wang Zhen nodded, "Are you busy recently? Let's go out for dinner another day, Yang Hang has always wanted to get together once."

"Busy, I signed up for srt and competitions this semester, and I'm satisfied if I can sleep at three o'clock now," Huo Shi said, "But I will definitely eat, did Brother Hang say where to eat?"

Wang Zhen walked out of the supermarket with her and said, "It's not decided yet, I'll ask when the time comes."

After having dinner with Huo Shi, Wang Zhen rode slowly along the concrete road in front of the apartment building. The new shed was removed yesterday, and the road suddenly became wider. The process is very pleasant.

When passing by the main building, there was a wind on the lawn, and the flag rope hit the pole and made a pinging sound. Wang Zhen followed the flagpole and saw three boys with newborn handbags riding past the semicircular curve. It was an ordinary scene on campus, but Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, because the person riding on the far left gave him a subtle illusion.

Thin and tall, wearing a black T, because of the military training to keep the size, other than that, there is really nothing to associate with.

Wang Zhen released the brake, turned his head, and continued to ride forward.

The class was not too stressful at the beginning of the semester. The classroom was locked at nine o'clock. After that, Wang Zhen had nowhere to go, so he just read in the school cafe.

After staying in Q University for more than a year, there are only a few places that Wang Zhen often visits, such as the studio, coffee shop and library of the oil painting department, and the rest of the time is outside the campus.He likes to stay outside. Most of the campuses are filled with young faces. It’s not interesting to paint too much. The school is next to the Summer Palace, and he goes there whenever he can find time, painting pedestrians on the road and the scenery by the Kunming Lake.

He had just turned a page when the bell rang, and he answered it, asking "what's the matter".

The roommate said on the other end of the phone: "Brother Zhen, can you lend me your laptop? My laptop is broken, and I have to catch a ppt for a competition. The ddl is tonight."

Wang Zhen’s notebook was kept in the dormitory, and it stored a lot of information about his personal works. Usually, he would not borrow it from others, but hearing his roommate’s anxious tone, Wang Zhen was a little shaken, so he said, “Use it, let me tell you the password.”

"Thank you Brother Zhen!" The roommate said "Thank you" after entering the password.

The phone rang, and Wang Zhen picked it up to look at it.

- Teacher Wang, when are you coming over?I am so bored. [Crying face]

Wang Zhen replied to her: "If you are bored, do your homework."

This semester, he took a job and taught painting to high school students in a community next to the attached high school every weekend. The parents of the other party were very generous, knowing that he was a student of Qmei, and the hourly salary was very high.

This high school student can't sit still and loves to toss. She ran away from home because of her little boyfriend in the second year of junior high school, which made her parents half dead. After entering high school, she restrained herself, but she still didn't like reading. Learning to paint, but the little girl is not good at painting. Every time she tutors, she finds a gap to chat with Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen has nothing to do with her, and puts on the tone of an elder. As a result, the little girl is not afraid, but instead teases him from time to time.

-Come on, accompany me to eat sukiyaki, and I will add money to Mr. Wang.

-Sent the screenshot to your mother.

The other side exploded immediately, scolding him for being morally corrupt, he turned off the phone, the little girl was idle, and sent a dozen messages to hate him, and the phone vibrated endlessly.

"Girlfriend?" the roommate joked.

"What and what," Wang Zhen smiled, "a high school kid."

"Tsk," the roommate tilted his head and smiled, "What's wrong with the high school students? The high school girls are so cute."

"Let's go," Wang Zhen smiled, ignoring him, and the roommate said, "Did you read the new school news? The average appearance of this year's freshman year is good, and some of them are about to catch up with flat models."

He said that Wang Zhen didn't feel good-looking, but when it came to freshman year, Wang Zhen stopped quitting WeChat.

The push content was to introduce freshman representatives, with photos attached.

He read it from the beginning to the end, vaguely feeling that something would happen, and his heart was slightly suspended, but after reading the whole post, nothing happened, he felt strangely disappointed, as if he missed something.

But just as he was about to exit the interface, a name suddenly flashed from the corner——

Copywriter丨Pei Yiwei

Photography丨XXX

Wang Zhen read this information over and over again, but he couldn't believe it when the real possibility was in front of him.

After a long time, he entered the three words "Pei Yiwei" into the search bar, along with the name of the university, and after half a second, countless messages popped up, each of which verified his idea.

He sat on the chair, stared at the phone, and slowly rubbed the space between his brows.

The orientation meeting of the Academy of Fine Arts was held in the lecture hall, and Wang Zhen arrived half an hour in advance to read the manuscript in his seat.

The form of this kind of orientation is greater than the content, and there are not many people who care about how the host plays. In previous years, it was almost the same as going through the motions.

With 10 minutes left, Wang Zhen put down the manuscript and went to the bathroom.The lecture theater was on the top floor, and the cooling effect of the air conditioner was not very good. It was not cold in Beijing in September, and the room was stuffy. There was fine sweat on his forehead. Afraid that his makeup would be stained, he went to the mirror and looked.

There is no big problem with the makeup, but the white one is a bit funny.He glanced at it a few times, feeling quite uncomfortable, and didn't bother to think about the chairman's ridiculous demands, so he took a cup of water and rubbed off the foundation.I touched my pocket and found that the paper in my pocket was used up. I was about to go back to the classroom to borrow a piece of paper from behind.

"Thank you" before he could say it, Wang Zhen laughed: "Why are you here?"

Yang Hang smiled and said, "I'm looking for you to play with. I didn't reply to messages all day, so I thought you had uninstalled WeChat."

"Not unloaded." Wang Zhen wiped his face and led him outside, "I just don't look at it very much, I'm busy."

"What are you busy with?" Yang Hang didn't understand. "Aren't you just a sophomore? Our school is free."

"Substitute for class outside," Wang Zhen said, "play with the little girl."

Yang Hang laughed: "Is that what I mean by 'playing'?"

"What do you think?" Wang Zhen smiled.

"Come on, handsome guy," Yang Hang patted him on the shoulder, and sent him to the door of the lecture theater, "I'll go find Huo Shi, and you can find me on WeChat when you're done."

Wang Zhen didn't wear invisibility today, and the light made his eyes uncomfortable. The chairman called at the door and saw that he came without makeup, so he asked anxiously, "Why did you wash off the makeup?"

"I washed it off when I saw the color was wrong," Wang Zhen smiled and pointed to himself, "I'm white enough, so I don't need to wear makeup, is there anything wrong?"

The girls next to the chairman all laughed and said, "Indeed, you should tan your face, and give our girls some face."

The chairman didn't laugh, and said: "Forget it, it's too late now, you can recite the manuscript."

Wang Zhen went to him and recited the manuscript. The chairman couldn't find any mistakes, so he asked him to wait next to him. He went to the podium first to preside over the order of the audience.

The whole orientation meeting went smoothly, and it was planned to end at 08:30, but at [-]:[-], all procedures had been completed.The first-year students were very excited, and the content of the orientation meeting was very close to the life of the freshmen, so there was no sense of distance. As soon as the orientation meeting ended, several girls came to ask for Wang Zhen's WeChat.

When they go to college, the girls don’t carry it. When they see a good-looking senior, they inquire about WeChat. There are many strange girls lying on Wang Zhen’s list. They can chat for a few words at the beginning, but later the girls find that although the senior is kind, he talks about emotional topics. I started to practice Tai Chi and kept a social distance from you. I didn't want to be friends, so I withdrew one after another.

In the end, although there were many people who were interested in Wang Zhen, he was single all the time and never took the initiative to chase anyone.

Coming out of the Academy of Fine Arts, Wang Zhen changed his clothes, Yang Hang and Huo Shi waited for him in the parking lot.Yang Hang rode an electric scooter, Huo Shi sat on the back seat of him, and the three of them left Q University and found a hot pot restaurant.

Because it was the weekend, the boss invited singers to stir up the atmosphere, and the shop was very noisy. They sat down in a relatively quiet corner and began to order.

"What are you singing, it's so noisy." Huo Shi selected a few dishes and pushed the menu to Wang Zhen.

"Death heavy metal, Marilyn Manson," Yang Hang slammed his hand a few times, "Xue Xinyi likes to hear this."

Wang Zhen was happy: "Xiao Xue has quite a taste."

Speaking of Xue Xinyi, Huo Shi laughed and said, "When are you going to play with Xiao Xue? Country people haven't been to Shanghai yet."

"National Day will be here in a few days," Yang Hang said, "You want to go to me and ask Xue Xinyi to show her the hotel."

"Listen to my advice," Wang Zhen said, "Don't go to Shanghai on National Day."

"What?" Huo Shi responded, "Oh, too many people?"

Wang Zhen nodded: "North, Shanghai, and Guangzhou are similar, and they are crowded during holidays."

Yang Hang knew that Wang Zhen had made two trips to Shanghai. Before he went, Wang Zhen told him that he was going to visit Pei Yiwei.

He was actually not optimistic about him and Pei Yiwei.Before being hospitalized, Pei Yiwei felt that the two of them had inappropriate personalities, one was too introverted and the other was too quick-tempered.

Later, when Pei Yiwei fell ill, he advised Wang Zhen to withdraw quickly, not because he didn't feel sorry for Pei Yiwei, but because ordinary people really couldn't bear a mental patient, they didn't have the ability to bear it, nor did they have the patience and perseverance.

When Wang Zhen came back from Shanghai for the first time, he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes downstairs at night. When he came back for the second time, he didn’t tell him about his experience in Shanghai. He should go to class, but he can feel that his personality has changed a lot, and he doesn’t feel emotional when doing things. Melted, calm and rational, like another Pei Yiwei.

He felt that it was a good thing for Wang Zhen to be hurt by a second love. Everyone has to grow up. No matter sadness or joy, you have to let go when the time is right. No one will stay in the past forever.

After the dishes were served, Wang Zhen helped to iron them. He picked up a colander and boiled a few slices of fat beef. He was about to hand them to Huo Shi, when a passing waiter was bumped by a boy in a blue coat, and a plate of duck blood was almost splashed on Wang Zhen chest.

"Sorry, sorry!" The waiter quickly picked up a clean rag to wipe the duck blood on Wang Zhen's chest.

Wang Zhen was a little dazed when he first poured it on, but he only realized it when the waiter approached him and said, "It's okay, go get me a dry towel."

The waiter kept apologizing, and the boy who bumped into the waiter looked like a college student, his face turned pale with anxiety, and he repeatedly said "sorry" to Wang Zhen.It's not a big deal, the most important thing is to come out and have fun, Wang Zhen was about to say it's okay, when the person at the boy's table suddenly called him.

"Brother Fu!" the man shouted, "What happened?"

The boy surnamed Fu turned his head and said to him, "It's okay, I bumped into someone just now, I'll be here in a while."

That table was probably a solid buddy, and after hearing him say "I bumped into someone", two people came immediately and listened to the boy explain the situation.

"See if this works," said the boy in the lead. "You can send him the link of the clothes. He bought them and sent them to you. We are students from a nearby university. If you are worried, we can leave our names and student numbers. here you are."

The boys were very polite, and Wang Zhen said: "It's okay, we are also students nearby, these clothes are not worth much, so don't waste your money."

"Is Q big?" the boy in blue asked.

Yang Hang nodded, Huo Shi pointed to Wang Zhen, and then explained: "He and I are from the Academy of Fine Arts, isn't the man wearing the necklace."

Yang Hang shrugged.

"That's a coincidence," the boy in blue said to Wang Zhen, "I'll send you downstairs after I buy it, please leave your phone number."

Seeing his sincerity, Wang Zhen didn't refuse, and left him his name and phone number.

After the people at the table left, Yang Hang kept laughing there, saying, "Why don't you splash some dog blood, you can also avoid evil spirits."

"Forget it, you still want to sneak into Q University," Huo Shi said, "Brother Zhen, you wear his coat when you go out later, don't be polite to him."

The episode didn't affect the mood of the three of them. Yang Hang and Huo Shi had a good meal. When they left the shop, it was close to nine o'clock, and the hot pot restaurant was still very lively.

Wang Zhen went to the toilet and took off his T-shirt, and put on Yang Hang's coat directly.When they left, the people at that table had almost dispersed, and they walked towards the door one after another.The night in September was still a little cold. Yang Hang walked and jumped, saying that Huo Shi and Wang Zhen, two dignified Q university students, co-authored to squeeze ordinary undergraduates. Just as Wang Zhen was about to say, "Why don't you give me the T-shirt", suddenly Cast a glance——

Hot and focused, he looked into Wang Zhen's entire body and locked him tightly, leaving no room for him.