howling breath

Lin Langqiong was really poor, so he decided to come to Chengdu to study as a graduate student.

The urban atmosphere in Chengdu is good, and the price level is not too high; in addition, if you live on campus, the cost of accommodation and food will not be too high.At least during the two-year buffer period of postgraduate study, there is no need for too much financial pressure.

I also want to buy two more years for my ridiculous "dream".

Lin Lang has a job - writing.To put it more beautifully, it is called: freelance writer.

Although I haven't written anything promising so far, but I'm slowly moving in the direction I expected.I have been in the industry for more than three years, and I have not had any proud achievements so far.In addition to occasionally publishing a few novels in magazines, most of the time I still rely on being a gunman to earn some tuition and living expenses.

Lin Lang is a person who has no obsession with anything.But "wanting to be a writer" is probably one of the few persistences in his life.

Of course, it doesn't mean that you want to be knocked to death in this life.

In another two years, if there is no future after finishing the graduate school, forget it.

The old dormitory building has only six floors, so there is no elevator.

Dragging all his belongings up and down within a short time, Lin Lang felt as if he was about to die.

"Everything" is not an exaggerated rhetoric.

The magazines and books in the trolley case are needed for work. Before departure, they are carefully padded with clothes to avoid bumps; the clothes used for cushioning are a pair of sports pants, two sweaters, a down jacket, three T-shirts and four pairs of trousers; A few pairs of socks and a pair of canvas shoes, and my laptop is placed on the inside; the sack is bedding.

All, belongings.

Not worth much, but also indispensable.

Tang Yushu had already put on his pants here.

Bored, so shirtless dangling in the room.

The bed has been tidied up as best as possible, but it is related to the poor self-care ability, so although it is the result of "tidying up", it still looks like a mess.

Facing this chaotic scene, Tang Yushu was at a loss when the door was knocked open again.

I saw the roommate who had just met was holding a suitcase in one hand and a woven bag in the other, with a fat bag on his shoulder, struggling to squeeze in the door.

Tang Yushu hurried over and stretched out his hand, and asked with a smile, "What did you do just now? Put down your luggage and go again! Come, come, let me carry it for you."

"No, I can do it myself."

Tang Yushu looked at his thin body and was overjoyed: "I'll come, I'll come!"

The roommate still ignored him, and carried all his belongings to another empty bed.

Although he was rejected by others, Tang Yushu didn't realize that he was "unwelcome" at all, and continued to circle around the roommate: "Are you going to take a bath? - I see that you are sweating a lot. I just washed it. If you want to go, I will accompany you to wash it again? But before you take a bath, you need to apply for the campus pass. Have you done the campus pass? It is probably impossible to do it now at eight o’clock. If you don’t, it will be tomorrow Do it! I'll take you there tomorrow, I know where to do it!"

"Oh."

"Are you going to eat late at night? Let's walk around the school by the way. I'm familiar with this area - I studied at the Film and Television University for my undergraduate degree, and Bao's graduate school. Hey, your accent is not from Sichuan, where are you from? ?”

"Nanjing."

"Nanjing? I went there when I was a kid. It's so fun! Hehe!—Duck blood vermicelli soup, right? I like it! We Sichuanese also love duck blood! Have you ever eaten Maoxuewang? I'll take you there on weekends Go to an authentic restaurant! Or should I ask my dad to drive us to Dujiangyan? Have you ever been to Dujiangyan?"

"No."

"I'll take you there! Dujiangyan is fun, Ba Shi, and there are so many delicious foods! What do you like to eat? Hey, is the crayfish in Nanjing really delicious? I heard from my friend—oh, forgot What's your name?"

"Lin Lang."

"It sounds so good! Lin Lang... Hey, let me help you hang all your clothes in the closet!"

"No, I'll do it myself."

"Don't be polite to me! You came from such a far place by yourself! - From now on, we will be considered brothers! People say that after ten years of cultivation, we can spend together in the same bed - even though we are in separate beds, it's almost the same!"

Lin Lang was so dizzy from the quarrel that he didn't have the energy to correct this guy's memory deviation of proverbs; he thought: You really have spare energy, you might as well tidy up your own doghouse first.

"Let's go out and eat something good! Let's go?"

"I'm not going." Lin Lang refused, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Then I'll go with you? ——Our dilapidated school is a public bathhouse, won't you be shy?"

"Need not."

"Then I will lend you the campus pass!"

"I'm done."

"Then I'll wait for you to come back and let's eat together?"

"Go on your own."

"Then what do you want to eat, I'll bring it back to you!"

"Need not."

"Okay..." Tang Yushu's mood finally became less excited after encountering repeated rejections.

Lin Lang made the bed silently, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tang Yushu put on his clothes and shoes, and went out by himself.

In the quiet space, Lin Lang's tired mood finally eased a lot.

After thinking about it, I skipped a few episodes of Tang Yushu's noisy just now. After thinking about it, I felt that this person was both annoying and funny.

People are nice, so keep your distance.

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, the door of the dormitory was pushed open again: "I will be back before ten o'clock, hehe! You leave the door open for me?"

When he looked back at Tang Yushu this time, Lin Lang noticed his outfit when he went out: a white T-shirt and sweatpants, and the red sports hair on his head made a pair of protruding ears for him; Because of this, he grinned and gasped a bit, leaning against the door frame and smiling in Lin Lang's direction.

His eyes are bright and piercing, like a saint who is enlightened to everything, but also like an ignorant fool.

Lin Lang stared blankly at him for a long time before turning his head back, and only tossed him an indifferent sentence: "You take the key yourself..."

This man... feels weird.

After the noisy roommate left, Lin Lang was able to have a quiet environment to tidy up the small dormitory where he was going to live temporarily for a year or so.

It was already 45:[-] when the tidying up was finished, and Lin Lang rushed to take a shower at the end of the shift when the water was cut off.

There is a card inserter under each shower in the bathhouse. Insert the campus pass into it and start counting the water. It costs a total of 60 cents to take a hot shower—even if it is calculated as [-] cents a time, it only costs [-] cents a year. It costs more than [-] yuan - which is quite cheap.

Back to the dormitory is early 9 o'clock.The water in the bathroom is cut off at 9 o'clock, and the access to the dormitory building is closed at 10 o'clock.

When Lin Lang went back to the room and was about to lock the door on the inside, he remembered that dark-skinned roommate begged him to hold the door for him before leaving, so he didn't lock it.When passing by that guy's bed, Lin Lang helped him tidy up the crookedly hung mosquito net.

After making a pack of instant noodles for dinner, Lin Lang replied to a few work emails and messages, and then lay down.

Lin Lang's bed was on the inside, next to the window, and he could see a square inch of the night sky when he lay down.

The light in the room was turned off by Lin Lang, but fortunately, it was very bright outside the window, so the room would not be very dark.

The night before leaving Nanjing, Lin Langguai went to a temple near his residence.

When offering incense, the monks in the temple asked him "what do you want?"; career, marriage, all kinds of wishes, corresponding to various prices and styles of incense.

"I didn't ask for anything." Lin Lang picked up the most common incense and donated five yuan: "It's just burning incense sticks."

Will it be useful to ask?It was clearly arranged.

If it will be useful if you ask for it, the gods and Buddhas should have heard the pain and embarrassment of crying and crying from childhood to now.

But I will still burn a stick of incense with a fluke mentality.

--"Let me go please."

When kowtowing in front of the four or five meter tall golden Buddha, the line in Lin Lang's heart was this line.

With belated awareness, Lin Lang realized at this moment that he had become a stranger "in a foreign land".

All you need is a backpack, a bed, and a suitcase, and you can pack up your entire life—how can you say that you live a chic and unrestrained life?Life is still paper thin...

Fortunately, there is still a heavy rain - if people know that the things I cherish very much are actually the product of my mental management disorder, I am afraid they will die of laughter.

Lin Lang also laughed at himself, sucked his nose and closed his eyes.

——"Sleep, go to see him." To meet a vague person.

Since its appearance, Heavy Rain has never refined a clear face; nor has he said anything, so he has never heard his voice; And he just listened.

Therefore, the existence of the heavy rain has never had any impact or change on Lin Lang, and it is not harmful, and it is not a symptom that must be corrected. "If you forcibly remove this role that is used to place yourself, maybe your self-personality will Collapse - so don't put too much pressure on yourself, try to get along with 'him'; when you get stronger, this character will disappear by itself."

will disappear by itself.

Regarding heavy rain, Lin Lang had a dream very frequently.

In the dream, Lin Lang looked up at the high city wall, where heavy rain stood there——Dreams are always so absurd: you can’t see his outline clearly, but you just have no reason to believe that it is him——in the dream On the high wall, the heavy rain was jumping back and forth as if extremely anxious; and when Lin Lang regained consciousness in his dream, he realized that he was in the middle of a massacre; when he turned back, the heavy rain jumped down from the city wall several feet high , ran towards himself, and carved out a harmless little world for himself.

—Redemption for me in the blood-stained hell.

The explanation given by the psychiatrist is as follows: Lin Lang subconsciously longed for such a role in his life—a guardian who would stand in front of thousands of troops in the real world and set aside a safe space for him.

Lin Lang shook his head and denied at the time: Since he was a child, he has been carrying everything on his own, living by instinct; there is no guardian, and he does not expect any guardian.He stubbornly denied that he said so——Lin Lang had a low face, and he refused to admit to the death any time his "showing weakness" was exposed.

But I am ashamed.

Who would not look forward to the existence of such a person?

Lin Lang had just been devoured halfway by the embarrassment, but his spiritual consciousness was brought back to his senses by a "click" from the door latch.

— That roommate is back.

Lin Lang was tired and had no energy to deal with interpersonal relationships; so he continued to close his eyes and pretended to turn over.

The guy didn't turn on the light, and from the faint sound of his movements, he could be heard tiptoeing, probably because he was afraid of disturbing himself.

Er Er, in the dark, asked Lin Lang's direction softly: "Brother, are you asleep?"

Lin Lang faced the side of the wall and did not respond to him.

However, he whispered "Good night" to this strange roommate who had "fallen asleep."

This gentle little action made Lin Lang feel a little guilty: he is a pretty good young man, quietly, for fear of disturbing himself.

Regurgitating every fragment of contact with him today, but I gave an indifferent gesture of alienation.

——With his enthusiastic and hearty personality, most of the feedback he gets from others is probably very kind.

As soon as the boast was finished in his head, the idiot roommate who fell asleep a second behind him let out a thunderous snoring.

Then there was a grand solo.

Lin Lang rolled his eyes, and the little bit of guilt that sprouted a moment ago disappeared in an instant.

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