Years are warm

The days after returning to school were not much different from usual. Without the freshness of entering university, it seemed that many of us gradually relaxed.

Sometimes Xu Huai'an looked up when he was leaving in the morning class, and he probably saw Liu Wenqiu or Cheng Yilin who were holding their mobile phones and screaming, then turned over and continued to sleep.

I don't know where the two of them, who study mathematics and computers, have the courage to skip professional courses.

Lin Tongzhang will still give the papers that should be given in the new semester, but compared to the previous semester, this semester he will find time to give her a little talk about things that the school teacher would not mention in class.Qingyun has no shortage of smart people, and there is no shortage of people who are willing to work hard. Although what he teaches is beyond the outline, but hard work can still keep up.

In addition, Xu Huai'an would be thrown into a team of seniors and sisters by him from time to time to help him. Sometimes he was a little free, and he might be able to take charge of some deeper projects.

Busy is a bit busy, but compared to the same class, she can learn more things.

Xie Zhiyao is not much better than her. She is already busy majoring in minor languages, and she also has to take care of Gu Xinci. Sometimes she feels like she is just before the college entrance examination.

Once I reviewed the new words and really couldn't stand her going back and forth like this, I suggested: "You can try to take a minor, and then some classes are exempted."

Xie Zhiyao thought for a while, said to go back and think about it, then turned around and continued to finish the painting in his hand.

Gu Xinci didn't bother to say anything, just let her go.

Because of the incident about Xie Tingning heard during the Chinese New Year holiday, Xie Zhiyao once wanted to draw something, but every time he tore up the paper shortly after he finished writing.

She still couldn't find where the point she wanted to express was.

Gu Xinci went back to his studio after class and saw her squatting in front of the easel, scratching her head and throwing a circle of crumpled drawing paper beside her, and couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth from twitching.

"What are you doing here?"

Xie Zhiyao squatted in front of him with a bitter face, turned around when he heard the sound, and drooped his head like a dejected big dog to talk about the problems he had been struggling with for several days.

Gu Xinci put down the things in his hand and asked a casual question.

"What about inspiration?"

"Hmm...a story about an elder." Xie Zhiyao pursed his lips, smiled lightly and then frowned, "Although that story is not beautiful, I think that elder doesn't want people who listen to this story to feel Just sad."

There should be something else.

But there is something worth digging behind that, but she only has a vague idea.It's as if there is a layer of tulle in front of you, and every time you want to touch it, it's always a little bit short.

She lowered her eyes and thought, but she didn't see the eyes of the people around her flickering as soon as she finished speaking.

"Teacher Gu, I don't understand what's wrong." Xie Zhiyao raised his head in distress and asked.

Gu Xinci lowered his eyes and glanced at her. She habitually rubbed the ring of her ring finger with her thumb. After a moment of silence, she said, "Perspective."

"what?"

"Have you heard the whole story?" The woman stood up straight, turned around, walked to the table, poured a glass of water and sipped it, with her back turned to her student, her voice was still calm and steady, "Same story, different people Speaking of it, it might be different.”

"You hear a story from others. When you create, who is the perspective in the story? The protagonist, the audience, or people outside the story? The same story, you stand from different angles, there are many Things will change. The story is someone else’s, but the pen is our own. Whose tone do you want to use, what do you want to express, think clearly before you write. If you still can’t draw what you want now, it may be The seat you are standing in is not right, let it go first, don't worry."

Xie Zhiyao listened to her in a daze, half understanding.

However, Gu Xinci did not go any further.

There are some words that can't be taught.There are limits to skills, but the expression and emotion hidden in each stroke must be comprehended by herself, and the master can only be the one who leads in.

Time passed so slowly, the annoying rainy season in the south passed, the temperature climbed up, and the heat spread up a little bit, making people upset.

The air-conditioning in the computer room is always fully turned on, and it can make people shiver during class, and I can't wait to rush back to the dormitory to get a coat.

It's so easy to catch a cold with such a cold and hot environment.

Xie Zhiyao had just endured several days of homework for a class in the department two days ago, and he was already mentally weak, and then he was tossed by the air conditioner in the computer room alternately, so he couldn't help but catch a cold.

There were more classes in the School of Economics this semester, and she was so dizzy that she didn't want to move, and she didn't want to disturb Xu Huai'an during class time, so she just bought a bag of Ganling Granules and drank them.

In the end, the roommate came back from get out of class and saw that something was wrong with her, so she threw the book in her hand neatly, and ran to the school hospital with her.

The breath smelled of disinfectant, Xie Zhiyao hung his head, unable to think about what his roommate and the teacher on duty in the school hospital said, and he didn't even know when he fell asleep afterwards.

It was still evening when I came here, and it was already dark outside when I woke up.

The school hospital was very quiet. She blinked her eyes and waited in a daze for her consciousness to slowly return.

There was a soft flipping sound in my ear.

Xie Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled, and he realized that he was stuffed with a soft pillow at some point on the back of his neck, and a piece of clothing was wrapped around his body.

Slowly focusing her sight, she raised her head and saw the wire tube hanging on the infusion stand spreading to the back of her hand little by little.

"Are you awake?" The book was gently closed, and Xu Huai'an saw that she was still dazed, and leaned over and put his hand on her forehead, "Does your head still hurt?"

Xie Zhiyao subconsciously rubbed her palms, and then shook her head slowly, but this shaking made her dizzy again, so she nodded her head again.

Xu Huaian looked amused and distressed, she withdrew her hand, got up and went to the school doctor on duty to ask for a thermometer.

"Is it hard?"

"Actually, it's okay..." Xie Zhiyao closed his eyes for a while, and muttered in a low voice, "Just dizziness. Don't you have class tonight? Why are you here?"

"I called you, and your roommate answered it, saying that you had a fever." Xu Huaian carefully pinned her loose hair behind her ears, "It's okay if you don't go to an elective class."

There was no one in the school hospital, but she still kept her voice down habitually, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone.

Xie Zhiyao raised his hand without the needle and patted the plastic chair beside him, saying, "Stop squatting, sit up."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the soft pillow on the back of his neck, intending to hand it to her.

Xu Huai'an was afraid that she would grab her hand, so he stretched out his hand to take it and smiled helplessly: "What are you doing? You're not being honest when you have a fever."

The school's plastic chair was uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, and she had to hang this bottle for an hour or so. Xu Huaian borrowed a soft pillow from Cheng Yilin because she was afraid that her neck would hurt. .

"Your neck is sore when you sit. You rely on this, and I rely on you, won't it be fine?" Xie Zhiyao urged her a few words, leaning her head against her neck and not moving.

It's a lie to say it's not uncomfortable.She is in good health and rarely gets sick. She can't remember the last time she had a fever.I don't know if it's because of this, but this time it's extra grueling.

Xu Huaian looked at the time and reminded her to take out the thermometer when it was almost time.

Before she came, her roommate helped Xie Zhiyao, who was still asleep, to take a temperature measurement gun. At that time, her fever was almost 39.5 degrees. She was so scared that she had time to tell Ye Sinian to the teacher of the public elective class. The next time, he ran back from the economics and management teaching building.

Now the temperature has dropped to 38.5, which is a little better.

Xu Huaian heaved a sigh of relief, shook the thermometer and put it in the box to return it.When she came back and sat down again, she turned her body a little bit so that Xie Zhiyao could lean more comfortably, and her slightly cool fingertips fell on her temples and gently massaged them.

After about ten minutes, she heard the girl's breathing gradually become steady, and the warm breath hit Xia Tian's thin clothes, as if hitting all the way to the bottom of her heart.

The mobile phone at hand vibrated, and it was Ye Sinian who sent a message to ask her about the situation here, and also mentioned that there was no roll call for the public elective class in the evening.

She thanked her and put her phone on the chair next to her.

A couple came in halfway. The boy was supported by one arm by the girl, and his body was supported by one foot, jumping and jumping, probably because he sprained his ankle playing ball.

After a brief inspection, the school doctor gave him an ice pack, pointed to the plastic chair and asked him to sit down and apply ice, and then prescribed some iodine to wipe the broken skin.

The two of them asked back and forth about whether it hurts or not, as if no one else was there, and the school hospital, which was a little too deserted just now, suddenly became a little noisy.Xu Huai'an raised his eyes and glanced at them, then looked at Xie Zhiyao who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder, reached out and touched the earphones from his bag, and put one side into her ear.

The two bottles of potion added up and hung for almost four hours. When I went out, the outside was already quiet. The players who played earlier had almost returned to the dormitory, and it was almost time for the gate control.

Xie Zhiyao fell asleep a little dizzy, Xu Huaian took her temperature again before leaving, she still had a low fever, but it shouldn't be a problem.

Xu Huaian took the coat and put it on for her, and led her slowly along the school road.

"Are you hungry?" She glanced at the time and asked back.

It was past six o'clock when the roommate brought her over, almost four hours, except for feeding her a glass of water halfway, she didn't eat much.

"There's nothing in the cafeteria right now." Xie Zhiyao rubbed his eyes, "It's actually okay, I'm not very hungry...Let's go, go back, or the door will be locked."

During this period of time, I don’t know what’s going on in the school. It’s said that the access control has been tightened, and the dormitory auntie can’t let them get rid of them after a certain time.

Xu Huai'an shot her a look, and led her slowly towards the dormitory building.Xie Zhiyao half leaned on her body, lazily lowering his eyes and not wanting to think.

After she reacted, she realized that the elevator didn't stop on the floor of her dormitory.

"Xiao An?"

"Eileen and her club are gathering outside today, and I asked her to pack a bowl of porridge when she came back." Xu Huaian took the key to open the door while talking, "Eat a little pad, and take the medicine later before going to bed."

Probably because he knew in advance that the rowdy people were silent at the moment. Liu Wenqiu poked his head to look this way from time to time, and when he was noticed, he curled his lips and smiled at the two of them, and asked if he wanted to go out to warm up the bottles. water back.

In fact, Xie Zhiyao really didn't have any appetite. The fever made her sense of taste dull. She took a few mouthfuls reluctantly, but in the end she really didn't want to eat, so she put down the spoon slowly.

Xu Huaian stood leaning on the ladder, his downcast eyes were a little distressed.But there is no way, she can't do anything else when she is sick and has a fever, she can only watch carefully and watch the person take the medicine obediently, and then send her back to the dormitory.

Before leaving, Xie Zhiyao tugged at her sleeve, probably because sick people are used to being softer in front of others, so she put one hand on the handrail of the stairs and whispered, "Can I hang up the phone later?"

"Head still hurts?" Xu Huai'an frowned slightly, and sighed, "Okay, I'll wait for you to sleep before hanging up. Get some sleep, and you should be fine tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly remembered where she had seen this scene before.When I was sick when I was a child, it seemed that Xie Zhiyao coaxed me like this, but now it's completely reversed.

"What are you laughing at all of a sudden?" Xie Zhiyao blinked, looking at her a little puzzled.

"It's nothing." Xu Huai'an's eyes bent a little, she took a step forward, and within two seconds, she lightly placed a soft kiss on the girl's forehead.

"Good night."

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