Strawberry West Toast

Three weeks later, Wang Zhen didn't see Pei Yiwei again.

The student union has been busy with freshman dances for the past two weeks. Wang Zhen is one of the event leaders and acts as a liaison between several departments.

Last week, he created a group, and in the group, he notified the students who signed up in each college to participate in the dance training.There is no grade limit for the freshman dance party, and occasionally there will be sophomores and juniors coming to play. Wang Zhen was not surprised when he saw Huo Shi in the group, but he met Huo Shi at the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts that day and chatted a few words before he knew Huo Shi. Shi's dance partner is the boy in blue, a freshman in Jianyuan, named Fu Chengxuan.

"You two added it that day?" To be honest, Wang Zhen was quite surprised. Huo Shi usually dresses maturely and intellectually, so it's unlikely that he would like Fu Chengxuan's style.

"It wasn't that early," Huo Shi said with a smile, "I just added it when I met him in the public class and thought he was very funny."

Wang Zhen nodded, he probably knew it in his heart, Poet Huo was pretty, and the relationship started and ended quickly, the window of time was very short, I don't know how long he could be with this kid.

Huo Shi asked him: "Are you going to the dance party? Find a schoolmate."

Wang Zhen was overjoyed, and said, "Don't, I'll serve the people."

Huo Shi joked: "Civil servants also have to find a partner, right?"

Wang Zhen smiled and didn't answer.

On the day of the dance, the staff had to arrive early. Wang Zhen was in charge of preparing supplies. After a busy morning, something went wrong: in the last two hours before the dance, the hotel's stereo was broken, so he asked someone to borrow it from the courtyard. Unreliable, there was only half an hour left and he hadn't come yet. The head of the department who arrived early asked him several times that "the music is too low", so he could only call the other party over and over again.

"Where have you been?" Wang Zhen asked the other party patiently, "You post the location."

"I chose the wrong way! The northeast gate is too congested!" the other party said anxiously.

"Don't worry," Wang Zhen said to the other end of the phone, "we have someone to carry it."

This was the only way to go. Fortunately, the hotel where the dance was held was not far from the Northeast Gate, about [-] meters away, and a few people could carry it.

Fu Chengxuan was waiting for Huo Shi by the side, and he guessed what was going on when he was talking on the phone, and said he could come to help. The two of them had just arrived at the door when Pei Yiwei walked in from the outside. Fu Chengxuan saw him and greeted him. Pei Yiwei asked him: "What's wrong?"

"The buddy delivering the stereo is stuck on the road, I'll go over to help." Fu Chengxuan said.

"How many?" Pei Yiwei asked.

Fu Chengxuan looked at Wang Zhen, and Wang Zhen said, "Four stations."

Pei Yiwei didn't say anything, and walked out with them directly.

It’s not far from 800 meters, and it took a while to walk and run. The buddy who picked up the stereo jumped off the tricycle, paid the delivery guy, and carried one down first.

It was just right for each of the four speakers to move one. It was fast when it came, but when it slowed down when I went back with the speakers, Wang Zhen felt a little embarrassed.

The four of them were in a hurry to go back to the hotel and were not in the mood to chat. Pei Yiwei walked between him and Fu Chengxuan. Maybe because of this, Pei Yiwei saw him look blatantly. He didn't say a word, and the meaning was all in his eyes.

Unable to explain why, Wang Zhen's expression was still calm, but there was an unknown fire in his heart.After dealing with the audio, he thanked the three of them, adjusted his collar without looking at Pei Yiwei, and walked towards the work area.

The dance started off without a hitch.Wang Zhen stayed in the work area, and Bach's "Gavotte Dance" floated briskly in the hall, accompanied by the fast or slow dance steps of men and women. The atmosphere was relaxed and happy, but he stayed out of it, just drinking in small sips .

Halfway through the dance, he was about to leave, and before leaving, he told Huo Shi that he wished her a good time.

It was raining lightly outside, Wang Zhen didn't check the weather forecast before coming out, and was about to go back when Pei Yiwei came from the revolving door with a black umbrella.

"No umbrella?" Pei Yiwei asked him.

Wang Zhen nodded and said, "Go back and borrow some."

Pei Yi pursed her lips slightly, looked at him, hesitated to speak.

"Back to school later?" he asked.

"Well," Wang Zhen said, "what about you?"

"Same," Pei Yiwei paused for a moment, and then said, "Shall we go together?"

Wang Zhen was about to refuse, but before he could speak, Pei Yiwei opened his black umbrella to shield him from the slanting rain.

He did this action very skillfully, almost subconsciously.

Wang Zhen suddenly remembered the rainy night two years ago, he hugged Pei Yiwei while walking, Pei Yiwei couldn't properly open the umbrella, and their T-shirts got wet.

"...Let's go." Wang Zhen pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled at him.

When we got to the door, the rain basically stopped. He and Pei Yiwei chatted without saying a word. In the two years when we didn't mention the blank, we were tacit to each other.

Pei Yiwei is currently studying architecture, the only major in the engineering department that recruits liberal arts students.Wang Zhen thinks this major is very suitable. Pei Yiwei's way of thinking is actually more like a science student. At that time, he chose Wen because of Ma Zhinan.

"How long have you had your hair?" Pei Yiwei looked at him and asked.

He looked down and said, "It's been two years, and it hasn't been cut in between, cool."

The tail of his hair was slightly curled and hung casually, touching his shoulders.

Pei Yi took a few more glances, and saw that Wang Zhen had changed a lot, his brows were much calmer, his skin was still white, and his skin was like porcelain.

Wang Zhen noticed that he was staring at him again. This kind of gaze would be uncomfortable for another person, too direct, and he couldn't hide it.

"Let's go here," Wang Zhen stopped at the fork in the road and rubbed his hands, "It's not raining anymore."

"Just a few steps," Pei Yiwei said, "It's okay."

Pei Yiwei sent him downstairs, put away the umbrella, did not intend to leave, and seemed to have something to say.

Wang Zhen waited for him to say, the space was unusually quiet, and finally he said: "Go back and soak your feet in hot water, you are very cold."

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, you should go back early, don't freeze."

Pei Yi gave a slight "hmm".

After swiping open the access control, Wang Zhen walked up one step at a time, walking very slowly, as if he was carrying a heavy weight.

He stopped when he reached the second floor, and a strange feeling flashed across him. He looked out the window and saw a boy in a suit standing downstairs, holding the black umbrella in his hand, like a ghost in a rainy night.

Wang Zhen walked two more floors. After opening the door, he quickly walked into the balcony and looked at the bottom of the building, but there was nothing there.

After a few autumn rains, the temperature in Beijing dropped. Wang Zhen found a winter coat from the closet. After going to college, life was rougher than in high school. He was not as particular about the appearance of the clothes as before, as long as it was warm.

When Chen Si came to tell him that his excellent personal assignment was withdrawn, he had just finished typing the manuscript, and the pen was still in his hand, but he had already stood up.

"Look at your phone," Chen Si said to him, "The teacher is probably looking for you."

After entering the studio, Wang Zhen would turn his phone to silent. Now that he picked it up, the instructor had already called him three or four times.

There are screenshots in the message, and the content is shocking. Recently, the Academy of Fine Arts held an excellent coursework exhibition. After the works were hung up, some teachers in the teacher group questioned that the works submitted by Wang Zhen had stolen the picture composition of the entries in a local youth oil painting competition. , tone and subject matter, and requested that his work be taken down.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the painting circle, and friends around me have also encountered it, but it is the first time that it hits me.

After being dazed, Wang Zhen quickly calmed down, looked at the entry for the oil painting competition, and suddenly understood what was going on.

"Brother Zhen, are you being tricked?" Chen Si said, "This person's level is not worthy of his theme at all, and his sense of stitching is too strong."

Wang Zhen shook his head, motioned him to talk later, and called the teacher first.

Back in the studio, he looked at his roommate sitting in the corner, said nothing, and went back to change the computer password.

Chen Si is usually very righteous, and he doesn't see anyone messing with these things behind his back. Seeing Wang Zhen's series of actions, he suddenly understood everything, and he would curse at people when he ran into the studio.

Wang Zhen grabbed him and took him out, Chen Si was so angry that he "fucked": "This kind of rotten person should be scolded, we don't want to be cowardly!"

"The signature of the work is not Xu Zixian. I haven't figured out what's going on. It's not a question of whether to be cowardly or not." Wang Zhen could only choose to endure the fucking thing, because the oil painting competition is earlier than the homework exhibition, and whoever is earlier will be justified , It's useless to explain by mouth, you have to check.

The instructor is going to other places for exchange, and he is not in Beijing, so he can only communicate with the teacher in charge of the exhibition by phone.

This kind of matter is very sensitive. If it is confirmed, it will be the punishment of disqualification from the research institute. Wang Zhen doesn't care about the research institute. What matters is the reputation. Even if this kind of thing is suppressed, it will be a stain, which will directly affect the next few decades.

"I will find a way to help you contact the person in charge of the competition," the instructor said, "It's hard to say what his attitude is, you have to be mentally prepared."

It's impossible to be cold-hearted. The homework exhibition is not a big deal, but the humiliation is real. He is not irresponsible for this matter. Knowing that there are paintings on the computer and returning them to Xu Zixian for use, it is silly and sweet.

Three days later, the person in charge of the competition gave a reply, denying that the entry had been plagiarized, and gave Wang Zhen the phone number of the other party. Wang Zhen called, and the other party kept doing Tai Chi with him, never mentioning that he had seen Wang Zhen's work. work.

A fist hit the cotton, feeling powerless.

Wang Zhen has a good relationship with the instructor. When I asked him how to deal with it, the teacher was very honest and told him that the situation was difficult. It's not worth it for Zhen, it takes too much energy, this is a difficult dilemma.

It is equivalent to giving people an idea.