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Fu Wu tried to keep himself as busy as possible, such as participating in the radio exercises and long-distance running competitions of the school sports meeting, often going to listen to the lectures given by the college rather than the college, discussing issues with friends from the Philosophy Club, and staying in the library for a whole day. God, this seems to be able to fill that empty heart and not miss Zhou Ziheng so much.

Busy to and fro, ended up empty, I don't know why I was busy, very blind, to sum it up, busy, confused, blind.

He doesn't like staying in the dormitory more and more. As long as he returns to the dormitory, he will remember that there is someone he likes in bed No. 3, and someone he can't get.

Close in Chichi, far away in the sky.

But the more this happened, he found that he was rushing back to the dormitory from outside faster and faster.Deep down in his heart, he still couldn't wait to see Zhou Ziheng the moment he opened the door, even if this person would not belong to him in the end.

Want to give up but are unwilling, want to fight but are not qualified, the older a person is, the more powerless things will become.

In the eyes of outsiders, Fu Wu talked and laughed happily, like a shining star in the crowd; but when he returned to the dormitory, his words and deeds seemed to be bound by invisible threads, and he was always tainted with dullness and depression.

After listening to a lecture on Tang Dynasty literature that night, Fu Wu returned to the dormitory as usual. Zhou Ziheng was cleaning, looked up at him, and said with a smile, "You're back?"

Fu Wu nodded, looking for something to say: "It's your turn to clean up."

"Yes, go to the shower after cleaning, you can wash first."

"I'll take a break first." Fu Wu sat down and felt that the situation was awkward for a while, so he turned on the computer and wanted to play a game.

Zhou Ziheng took a broom and swept under his feet: "Why don't you get up, and I'll sweep under your table."

"No. It's not dirty underneath."

"I can see the mud, get up."

"I'll clean it up myself later."

"Taking advantage of this moment, I'll clean up together."

The words were rushed, and the tone of the two of them was full of gunpowder.Okay, how did you get on the bar?Fu Wu felt baffled. He hadn't communicated normally for so long that he couldn't speak?If you can't be a lover, do you have to be an enemy?

After self-reflection for a moment, Fu Wu stood up and pulled the chair away: "Thank you."

Zhou Ziheng dislikes Fu Wu saying these two words the most, thank you, thank you, is there anything else in his mouth?You can change your surname to "Xie".

The recent grievances cannot be told to others, which makes him full of melancholy. Every night, he listens to "Prison Bird" sung by Zhang Yu, "I am a bird imprisoned by you, and I get less and less love. Seeing your smile The eyes of others are burning, but I can't get a hug..."

This song really reflects Zhou Ziheng's current emotions. Fu Wu laughs at Yan Yan to others every day, but he doesn't say anything when he sees him.He was also a little angry, and he blamed the other party in his heart, dragging him for whatever reason, it's all over.

Zhou Ziheng is the kind of person who can suppress his emotions under the iceberg, and said coldly: "You are welcome, just take turns cleaning."

The broom in his hand is like a tractor shoveling the ground, it makes a loud noise.

"Wow, wow, guess what Yongbei and I saw just now? I can't even imagine it." As soon as Zhu Ren entered the door, he ran with his mouth full of trains, with expressive expressions and baring his teeth and claws.

Fu Wu rescued his eyes from the cold atmosphere, turned to Zhu Ren's exaggerated expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Ren shuddered on purpose: "Tsk tsk, I can't even say it. Yongbei and I came back from class, and when we passed Swan Lake, we saw two boys... fucking kissing, shit!"

As if his mouth was dirty by saying these words, Zhu Ren poohed.

Fu Wu lowered his eyelids guiltily, not knowing how to respond.If Zhu Ren, He Yongbei and Zhou Ziheng knew that he was the same, would they have the same reaction?Will he be isolated?Does he still have a foothold?

"It's fucking disgusting." Zhu Ren added, "Fu Wu, you didn't respond after listening?"

Fu Wu faltered for a long time: "Maybe you read it wrong, maybe the other one is a girl with short hair."

"Impossible, definitely not wrong, I can see it very clearly." Zhu Ren touched his arm, as if horrified, "It's so bold! The world is going downhill! Morality is ruined!"

Fu Wu frowned: "You can't say that..."

Zhu Ren's complexion changed, and his gaze shifted to Fu Wu: "You can't be the same..."

"Of course not." Fu Wu categorically retorted, and then explained in a moment: "What kind of society is this? It's worth your fuss. I thought you won 100 million in the lottery ticket."

In contrast, He Yongbei is much calmer: "That's right. There are many in Chinese history, such as the habit of breaking sleeves, the beauty of Longyang, and there are still in "Dream of Red Mansions". Zhu Ren, you make a big deal out of a molehill."

Zhu Ren put on a bitter face, as if he had eaten fifteen flies: "That's different. This is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes, and it's frightening to death."

"Crack!" Zhou Ziheng threw the broom heavily, took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"What... what's wrong with him?" Zhu Ren asked softly. After all, Zhou Ziheng was not angry and pretentious, and he didn't dare to provoke him.

Fu Wu shrugged, expressing that he did not know.

Allowing the water from the shower head to drench all over his body, Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a long time, feeling ashamed.He completely gave up, he predicted well, Fu Wu is straight, recently he is doing everything possible to avoid himself.Wishful thinking turns out to be just wishful thinking.

After a week, the westerly wind blows and the chill is thick.

Xun'an finally felt the bleak autumn wind, and Fu Wu began to wear a thin coat over the long sleeves.The relationship between him and Zhou Ziheng was colder than this miserable autumn wind, they could not speak ten words a day, and they were very polite to each other.

Fu Wu thought to himself, he really has no feelings for me, otherwise he should have taken the initiative if I avoided him these days.But he didn't, he didn't have any mood swings because of me.

Forget it, but I hope that the four years will be safe and sound.

On this day, a notice was sent out in the class group. In early December, the School of Humanities will hold the third stage play competition for adapting classic classics, and each class of freshmen, freshmen and sophomores will produce a show.

Squad leader Gao Fang and study committee member Wu Rou immediately took action, recruiting screenwriters, actors, stage managers, etc. in the group.First of all, it is necessary to decide which famous book to adapt. Some people suggested adapting "Dream of Red Mansions", while others raised objections, saying that "Dream of Red Mansions" is a huge work, and the stage play is only 15 minutes, which can't show much; Raising objections, saying that foreign novels are not good for acting.

After a heated discussion, Wu Rou, the study committee member, decided to adapt the French writer Alexandre Dumas's "La Traviata", and she herself acted as the screenwriter; the director is Gao Fang, the monitor, and now the main lack of actors is at least one male lead. The heroine, I hope that everyone will sign up enthusiastically first, and then decide according to the specific needs of the actors in the script.

Gao Fang hoped that Zhou Ziheng would play the leading role of Armand, but she failed to confess her previous confession, so she was embarrassed to go directly to Zhou Ziheng, so she asked Wu Rou to recruit him.

Wu Rou is a girl, as her name suggests, she is gentle and soft, and she looks like a water spirit, very much like the heroine of a Qiong Yao drama.No one can bear such a tender girl.

Unfortunately, with Zhou Ziheng, she also lost.Zhou Ziheng said that he was too busy and had no time.

He really doesn't have much free time, and he always works part-time when he's not going to school.Fu Wu guessed that besides tutoring, he should be doing other jobs, but he didn't know what else.

Two days later, the script was finalized, and three leading actors were needed, namely Armand, the heroine, Marguerite, the father of the hero, Mr. Duval; two supporting roles, one Marguerite's lover, one Marguerite A special maid, in addition to the background board three men and one woman, a total of nine people.

"La Traviata" tells the tortuous and sad love story between an upright young man Armand and a prostitute Marguerite.

Margaret was originally a courtesan with several lovers. After meeting Armand, the two fell in love. Margaret decided to change her mind and spent a happy time with Armand.But Mr. Duval, Armand's father, firmly opposed the marriage and persuaded Marguerite to leave his son.In order to make Armand give up, Marguerite not only wrote a letter of resignation, but also had to resume her previous career of making jokes, and finally died tragically.

Fu Wu has never read the original novel, but he sympathizes with the heroine after reading the synopsis of the story. She is born as a lowly person and is not tolerated by the world, which is a bit like a person like himself.

Squad leader Gao Fang first asked in the class group, is there anyone who volunteers to be the heroine?But everyone is very self-conscious. Since Wu Rou wrote the script, she must want to be the heroine herself, or else she should be the class flower Gao Fang. How can it be her turn?

Sure enough, after a while of silence, Wu Rou recommended herself to play the heroine Margaret.

What about the hero?

Some people signed up for the background board with three men and one woman, and some people signed up for the father of the male lead, but no one applied for the male lead, because everyone knew once again that the male lead had to be handsome, and no one in the second class except Zhou Ziheng or Fu Wu dared to appear. Voice.

If Zhou Ziheng didn't agree to act, then Fu Wu would.In order not to be rejected again, Gao Fang and Wu Rou personally came to Lixue No. [-] dormitory building and had an interview with Fu Wu.

With class honors in front of her, Gao Fang walked into 314 regardless of previous suspicions, took the printed script, and tried her best to persuade her: "Fu Wu, no one in the class can play the leading role of Armand except you. You will believe that Armand is worth everything Margaret gave; only if you act, others will believe that Marguerite and Armand are deeply in love with each other. In the original book, it is said that Armand has clear eyes, gentle eyes Kind……"

Fu Wu couldn't help laughing, pointed at himself, and deliberately pretended to be fierce: "My eyes are gentle and kind? Do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

Wu Rou was amused by Fu Wu's exaggerated expression, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Fu Wu, there are only 15 boys in our class. You occupy two class plants in one dormitory. In order to write this script, I took " "La Traviata" has been turned over and over several times. I think you fit the feeling of the male protagonist in the novel, clean and pure. Just try it."

Wu Rou smiled softly, making it unbearable to refuse.

Gao Fang strikes while the iron is hot: "If you come to act, you will definitely be able to add points to the role. By then, it will be popular in the whole school, and even the whole school."

Fu Wu closed "A Dream of Red Mansions", and there were only three chapters left to finish, feeling a little hesitant.He really wanted to participate, otherwise he wouldn't click on the script files in the group; but he signed up for the CET-12 English exam in December, and he still needs to learn economics, and he was afraid that he would not be able to move away from time.

Wu Rou smiled: "It's not for the sake of showing off and enriching the experience of university life. Fu Armand, how are you?"

Probably everyone wanted to be a star actor when they were young, singing and performing on the stage, attracting the attention of thousands of people, and Fu Wu was no exception.He nodded and agreed.