Self-cultivation of spare tire

The kraft paper bag is thick, with a thin white thread wrapped around the seal.

Chen Zhu raised his hand and slowly opened the file bag.Inside were his student status, award certificates, and a letter of recommendation from the principal of No. [-] Middle School.

He laid out all the documents one by one and placed them on the desk.Looking at the 19-year-old self in the ID photo, Chen Zhu felt a little emotional.

At that time, he was young, high-spirited and smug, Chen Zhu took a closer look at himself in the photo, although his appearance has not changed, but now Chen Zhu's eyes are not as ignorant as before.

At the age of 21, he has faded away from his youthfulness and shouldered the burden of life. What is precipitated in his eyes is the stability tempered by the years.

Chen Zhu quietly put away the documents, and he looked at the crucial guarantee letter again, trying to find clues about the person who helped him behind the scenes from the scribbled signatures.

He frowned and looked at the handwriting for a while, feeling faintly familiar, but when he thought about it further, it was blank.

Forget it, Chen Zhu thought, since that person didn't want to show up, maybe he had his own reasons.

But Chen Zhu still solemnly kept this help in his heart, hoping to say thank you to that person in his lifetime.

"Next week is the public exam." Shen Qingqu stood in front of the desk. He was still wearing a white shirt and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. "What everyone has to do now is to stabilize their mentality."

Shen Qingqu asked the teaching assistant to distribute all the materials to the students, "When you have time, read the materials and review them, don't be too nervous."

But, after all, this is a crucial exam in life, and, for Chen Zhu, it is even more critical to realize his ideal.

Chen Zhu pinched the review materials in his hand and asked aloud, "Is there no class anymore?"

Shen Qingqu smiled faintly: "Student Chen, I know you are eager to learn, but you should relax yourself properly."

Maybe it was to comfort the nervous people... or someone, Shen Qingqu casually mentioned what happened to him during the exam.

"At that time, I was so nervous that I didn't sleep well all night," Shen Qingqu said slowly, his gaze fell on Chen Zhu as if there was nothing, and he smiled, "My mind is full of entanglement and hesitation."

"Then teacher, how did you overcome your nervousness?" Someone asked from below.

Shen Qingqu smiled and said, "There is no need to overcome." He said, "Nervousness is an unavoidable emotion, just face it."

Some students laughed softly, "It turns out that Xueba also suffers from insomnia before the exam."

Shen Qingqu looked at Chen Zhu, and slowly said: "Well, I was really troubled at the time." He tapped the podium with his fingertips habitually, "It was really difficult to be escorted to Massachusetts and Harvard at the same time."

The students below immediately burst into laughter, they never thought that Shen Qingqu could make jokes so seriously.

Chen Zhu couldn't help but lower his head and smile, he was mainly amused by Shen Qingqu's sullen face and wanting to make the students happy.

The person who has always been unsmiling still has such a cute side, everyone can't help but relax a lot.

Someone asked aloud, "Mr. Shen, do you regret choosing Massachusetts?"

Shen Qingqu raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile in his long eyes, "A little bit, after all, the canteens in Massachusetts are not as delicious as those in Harvard."

After finishing speaking, there was another burst of laughter.Shen Qingqu: "So when you choose a school, remember to take this factor into consideration. After all, it is related to your food for the next four years."

Someone smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, I heard that you plan to go to Harvard to give a research project. Is this the reason?"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Shen Qingqu's eyes slowly fell on the man, "Harvard is beautiful, and the scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter is very interesting."

Shen Qingqu paused, and there was an unknown deep meaning in his eyes: "I heard that it's quite suitable for love."

There was an instant explosion in the classroom, and they all asked Shen Qingqu if he had someone he liked.

"Yeah." Shen Qingqu looked away, and hurriedly ended the break, "You can start reviewing, and someone will come up to do the questions later."

Shen Qingqu calmly extinguished the raging fire of gossip, but it still couldn't stop someone from whispering.

"Mr. Shen is so good, so his lover should also be good. Maybe it's a teacher from our institution?"

"Why do I think Teacher Shen likes—" "Shh! Teacher Shen is coming over, please keep your voice down."

Shen Qingqu knocked on Chen Zhu's table, and said in a low voice, "Come out, I have something to tell you."

In the past few days, Shen Qingqu would help Chen Zhu with tutoring in private, and also gave a lot of pertinent advice on his studies.

Chen Zhu could feel Shen Qingqu's care for him, and he was very grateful that he had met such a good teacher as Shen Qingqu.

Of course, all this becomes extraordinarily unusual in the eyes of outsiders.

Although Shen Qingqu is gentle, everyone in the class knows that Shen Qingqu is unattainable in his bones.

It can be said that apart from Shen Qingqu being patient in the classroom, he is a flower of high mountains outside the classroom.

But by chance, Shen Qingqu's aloofness disappeared without a trace in front of Chen Zhu.He seemed to be very patient with Chen Zhu, and everyone in the class guessed, "Could it be Chen Zhu who Mr. Shen likes?"

"I think so too, do you know? The last time I saw Mr. Shen making coffee there was two cups!" The man said excitedly, "The one who can make Mrs. Shen make coffee himself is Chen Zhu. who!"

The coffee machine dinged, and while pouring coffee, Shen Qingqu said to Chen Zhu, "Your formalities are almost handled, and I have also asked the teachers in the school's admissions department, basically there is no problem."

Chen Zhu took the cup that Shen Qingqu handed over, and said thank you, he paused, and then said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Shen."

"Huh?" Shen Qingqu said with a smile, "Today is the last class, do you still want to call me teacher?"

Chen Zhu: "A teacher for a day, a lifetime—"

"Stop." Shen Qingqu had a faint headache, he didn't want to be his old man.

Chen Zhu also felt that he was a little abrupt, holding the coffee cup for a while and thinking, then slowly said: "Then I will ask you to clear the canal later, is that okay?"

The man turned his back, his body under the white shirt was thin, and the wrist holding the cup was delicate and fair—but, after Chen Zhu blurted out "cleaning the canal", there was a faint tremor.

"Hmm..." Shen Qingqu still turned his back to Chen Zhu, he took a sip of coffee pretending to be calm, but was accidentally burned, and snorted softly.

Chen Zhu didn't notice Shen Qingqu's gaffe, but said gratefully to Shen Qingqu, "Thank you, Teacher Qingqu."

Teacher Qing Qu?Shen Qingqu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, turned around, and looked at him quietly, "Chen Zhu, I don't want to be your teacher, don't call me teacher anymore."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qingqu put down his cup, "Alright, class is about to start, let's go in."

Chen Zhu didn't pay attention to the deep meaning in Shen Qingqu's words, but just thanked him, put down his cup, and turned to go to the classroom.

However, what Chen Zhu didn't know was that after he left, Shen Qingqu was still standing in front of the coffee machine, staring at the cup in front of him in a daze for a long time.

The date of the exam was set early, and Chen Zhu also went to the exam room to check the spots in advance.However, in order to be safe, Chen Zhu packed his luggage on the first day and rented a hotel near the examination room.

That night, Chen Zhu lay on the small bed in the hotel, looking at the snow-white ceiling above his head, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He turned over, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and was hesitating whether he should simply study all night, when Shen Qingqu sent a voice.

Shen Qingqu's cold voice resounded in the night, like a thin stream of water, slowly flowing through Chen Zhu's tense nerves.

"I heard that the cafeteria on Harvard's main campus serves Chinese food, and the taste is not bad. I'll make an appointment with you in advance and see you then."

Hearing Shen Qingqu's smiling tone, Chen Zhu also smiled slowly.

Before he could reply, another call came in.

It's Ye Xi... Chen Zhu looked at the familiar phone number, hesitated for a while, and then picked it up.

Surprisingly, the person on the other end of the phone did not intend to pester, Ye Xi's voice was bright and cheerful.

"Brother, I know you won't be able to sleep haha." Ye Xi seemed to be at the seaside, and there was the sound of waves on the other end of the phone.

"Brother, would you like to listen to the sound of the waves?" Ye Xi said softly, and then slowly raised his hand up.

On the lower side, Chen Zhu heard the long and soothing sound of waves, the waves were jumping, dancing on the beach, the waves were surging, beating against the rocks...

Chen Zhu closed his eyes, as if he was also at the seaside.

After a long time, Ye Xi's voice came, "Brother, you can definitely do it, you can do it."

"Well, thank you." Chen Zhu said, he was silent for a while, and Ye Xi didn't speak.

After a long time, Ye Xi's voice came, "Brother, good night." Accompanied by the sea breeze, the melancholy of the young man disappeared over the phone.

Chen Zhu looked at the hung up phone and quietly closed his eyes.

He unexpectedly calmed down a lot, and gradually felt a little drowsy.

It turns out that the feeling of being surrounded by kindness is so reassuring and warm.

Chen Zhu closed his eyes, in a shallow dream, the past was like a film, frame by frame, scene by scene.

He saw the wild cold wind of Moscow for a while, and the scorching sun of Australia for a while.

The narrow basement, the dry and hard to swallow bread, the frozen shoes, the endless cargo...

Suddenly, a pair of attractive fox eyes appeared in front of his eyes.

It was still the same narrow room, with the man leaning against the head of the bed with his clothes open.

He casually bit the cigarette and exhaled white mist. In the haze of smoke, he smiled at him like a fox.

"It's so late, I'm still writing questions."

"Little gentleman, call brother to listen, huh?"

Chen Zhu woke up in a cold sweat. He opened his eyes and stared at the snow-white ceiling for a long time.

He thought he would never dream of Xu Lanting again.

Chen Zhu sighed, feeling that the man's haunting spirit persisted, and he didn't know why he suddenly thought of that man.

He slowed down, took out his phone and checked, it was already 05:30 in the morning.

Chen Zhu slept fairly well. He looked at the silent night outside the window, thought for a while, and got up and got dressed.

He put on his thick coat, baseball cap, and shoes, and planned to go for a walk.

The streets are sparsely populated in the early morning, only the lights of the newsstands are dimly on.

Chen Zhu breathed out a mouthful of white mist, and went to the vending machine next to the newspaper to buy a bottle of hot milk.

Just as he was about to leave, Chen Zhu thought inexplicably.

He walked to the newsstand and slowly flipped through today's post.

In the corner of the newspaper is a familiar short poem.

"I love you hopelessly, with hopeless love.

But my dear, I wish you a bright future.

If there is a god in the world, I would like to offer my all,

In exchange for the one I love, the future is bright and the future is bright. "

Chen Zhu took a sip of milk and bought the day's newspaper for one dollar.

The future is bright, the future is bright, it sounds auspicious, Chen Zhu thought, let's take it as a good fortune.

The author has something to say: Old Dog Xu: I love you balbalabala...

Bamboo: Well, it’s quite auspicious, buy =w