Figure skating went to the Republic of China to write novels

As soon as Zhang Sushang and Alexei sent the manuscript, they went home to eat, drink, and sleep. Zhang Sushang was still not adaptable enough to the low temperature in high-latitude areas. To improve living conditions.

So when he returned home, he wanted to buy a thicker quilt, but Alexey stopped him.

"It's not cost-effective to buy a quilt. You just buy cotton and fabric, and I'll just make you a quilt. Don't worry, I'll make these very quickly."

As soon as Zhang Sushang heard the price difference between making and buying, he immediately accepted Alexei's kindness, thinking that even if Alexei did it slowly, it would not matter, the big deal would be that he would carry it for a few more days. hold on.

Thinking of this, Zhang Sushang added a few more sticks of firewood to the fire. The snow water was boiling and bubbling, so he poured half of it into a basin, mixed some cold water, and when he felt that the temperature was about the same, Zhang Sushang He took off his socks and stepped into the hot water.

"Ugh~" Zhang Sushang narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and let out a happy voice.

In the 21st century, he is used to taking a shower every day, especially when he was in the third year of high school. He studied hard at his desk every day, and the pressure on his shoulders and neck was heavy. , Apply some herbal oil to the temples, and you can sleep soundly.

It’s no longer possible to enjoy this kind of enjoyment now. The biggest enjoyment Zhang Sushang gives himself is to soak his feet. Fortunately, his roommate is nice and doesn’t mind him spending firewood.

Of course Alexey didn't mind. He was very satisfied with the happiness of seeing the basin filled with warm water when he woke up every morning. Finally, he no longer had to worry about his teeth getting sour from the cold when he washed, and he could have hot meals in the morning and evening. The hot dishes are delicious, and my heart is full of gratitude to Zhang Sushang, a good roommate. What's the point of spending more firewood or charcoal?

When Zhang Sushang's feet were half soaked, he saw Alexei walking over with his only overcoat in his arms: "Qiuka, it's cold at night, you can cover this before the quilt is ready."

Seeing Zhang Sushang turning his head and looking at him in surprise, Alexei tilted his head in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Sushang stammered: "No, no, it's nothing, just thank you very much, you, do you want to soak my feet together? The water is still hot."

"Okay."

Alexey was as good as a follower of kindness. He put his coat on the table, moved a bench and sat next to Zhang Sushang, and stepped into the basin with his feet two sizes bigger than Zhang Sushang, occupying two-thirds of the basin at once.

Zhang Sushang moved his nose and sighed silently.

Asians, mainly East Asians, have the least odor. This is not only caused by differences in eating habits, but also because when our ancestors migrated from the tropics to the temperate zone, in order to adapt to the lower temperature, the genes of the ancestors mutated. It is more convenient to heat up. Correspondingly, the secretion of sweat glands is also reduced, and the body odor is naturally less. This is a kind of evolution.

In Europe and the United States, even if people take a bath every day, they still have a strong body odor. This is probably due to the prevalence of perfume in the West, but Alexei is more hygienic. Although the frequency of bathing and changing clothes is not high, when he gets up early I can scrub my body with cold water, and it is the least unpleasant smell that Zhang Sushang has encountered so far in Russia.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be willing to soak his feet in the same basin.

Soaking feet is for enjoyment, who knows who does the soaking, otherwise the foot-washing city in the future cannot be opened all over the place, although the focus of the foot-washing city is mainly foot massage, some also include shoulder and back rubbing, ear-picking and head therapy... When Zhang Sushang added hot water to the basin for the second time, a happy blush appeared on Alexei's face.

He looked down and pointed at Zhang Sushang's feet in surprise: "Qiuka, it turns out that your index finger and middle finger are both longer than your thumb."

Zhang Sushang looked down: "Yes."

He has Roman feet before and after crossing. According to his father, this type of foot is naturally suitable for ballet.

He looked at Alexei's feet: "The only thing on your feet is that your index finger is longer than your thumb." Typical Greek feet.

Alexei nodded seriously: "Yes, my parents' feet don't look like this." He laughed again as he spoke: "You are the first person I have ever met who is willing to talk to me about this , My parents are impatient to tell me this, it’s boring.”

"What's so boring about it? It's normal to think about growing your own body parts." Zhang Sushang poured a cup of hot water and handed it over, and the two of them held the steaming cup together, lowered their heads and took a sip, coldly Winter also gets warmer.

No, it's March now, even if the trees on the street are still dry and green, it can be said to be spring.

Zhang Sushang wiped his feet, took the warm cotton shoes and cotton socks by the fireplace and put them on, moved a higher stool, and began to sit and raise his heels. The main reason was that he felt that his body was not only fat, but also that his gastrocnemius muscles were relatively weak. Strong, the soleus muscle is weak, it looks like the calf is very thick.

This is not good, you have to practice.

While practicing his legs, Zhang Sushang opened the book and memorized it silently. As a medical student, memorization and exams are also things that will accompany him all his life.

Alexei came back after pouring the footwashing water, and blinked when he saw Zhang Sushang's move: "Are you losing weight again?"

Zhang Sushang: "Yes, reduce the legs."

When Zhang Sushang started to do the scorpion walk in the Beast Fitness indoors, that is, he landed on all fours, his right hind leg was hooked up like a scorpion's tail, and then he moved forward with his hands and left leg, Alexei was already very calm up.

Alexey thought, my roommate always has countless wonderful weight loss moves.

After all, he still got used to the life of having strange species at home.

Near Nevsky Prospekt, the editorial office of the St. Petersburg Morning Post was about to get off work at this time. Yegor brought a bag from the reception room, which contained many envelopes, all of which were manuscripts received by the Morning Post.

As we all know, when editors read articles, they are like prospectors looking for ore in the deep mountains. Sometimes they may not be able to find a piece of coal after squatting in the deep mountains for several months. After waking up, I suddenly found that there was a gold mine under my body. It was really a matter of luck.

Yegor is the one who hasn't found any soot since the New Year. He can only watch with envy when other editors bring manuscripts back from the writer's house. The happiest is the editor-in-chief. He has three An author, in charge of the Monday, Wednesday and Thursday of the interesting column for a week, and the reminder of the manuscript can urge a pile of hair every week.

Weekly Stories is the flagship column of the St. Petersburg Morning Post. From Monday to Sunday, an interesting story written by a different writer is published every day, usually in a serialized form.

Alas, O God, your humble believer Yegor begs you, let me also be lucky to meet a good story.

At this time, the editor-in-chief Joseph came back with a dark face. He took off his hat and threw it on the table, scaring everyone in the office to look at him.

Deputy Editor Gregory asked, "What happened?"

Joseph patted the table: "That damn Pike, he promised to give me the beginning of the new book today, but yesterday he fought with others while drinking, and now both hands were broken, and the new book didn't write a single word, we Thursday Fun Facts is about to open!"

There was silence in the office, and several editors had the idea of ​​hitting Parker as well.

After a while, a young editor said, "Then what should we do now?"

Although they run a daily newspaper, the content has to be prepared a few days in advance. The newspaper for next Thursday has to be prepared before Monday and then submitted to the printing side.

Gregory said seriously: "I can only find a short story to upvote temporarily."

However, those manuscripts received from fixed authors already have fixed destinations, which pages they will be published in, and the typesetting has been done. Another opening?

At this moment, Yegor knocked on the table, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, he stood up excitedly and raised the white manuscript paper in his hand.

"Editor, I have a great article here! Please take a look at this "Donkey on the Train", I'm sure it is more interesting than all the articles we have received since January!"

Yegor is usually a dull gourd in the newspaper office. He only knows how to bury his head in his work. This is the first time he speaks so loudly. Everyone is aroused for a while, and they all rush over to read the article with a strange name. What exactly is the content.

The manuscript is not thick, only a few pages. If you read the first page, everyone is crowded and there is a little quarrel, but by the time of the second and third pages, there is nothing else in the office. The sound, at most, someone yelled "I haven't finished reading" when turning the page.

After reading the article, everyone talked about it.

"I didn't expect the murderer to be the father of the deceased. Their emotional entanglement is too complicated."

"Although the length is not long, I feel like I have watched the emotional drama of three generations."

The process of solving a crime in this detective novel is not extremely complicated, but it is full of gossip. After reading it, the onlookers will feel satisfied with eating melons and eat their fill. In addition, the protagonist has an interesting personality and is full of laughs. In the future, everyone can still scold the dead man together with the protagonist duo.

But after the scolding is over, the protagonist's words are also thought-provoking.

"Now we naturally know that the dead are not good people, and the murderer has his own difficulties, but when the law cannot effectively punish the bad people and seek justice for the good people, and let the good people take up arms angrily, I feel extremely sad, because they Will pay for the rest of his life for this crime of last resort."

And his partner Vasily replied: "But a crime is a crime, and it is always wrong."

Editor-in-Chief Joseph picked up the papers and was silent for a while. Deputy Editor-in-Chief Gregory looked at him expectantly: "The quality of this detective story is indeed very high. If it was the interesting column of last Thursday, I don't think it will be effective. Difference."

Joseph nodded slowly: "You are right."

Yegor's eyes lit up, and he asked in a cheerful tone: "Then I will mail the manuscript fee to this writer now? He lives on Vasily Island, and he may be a teacher or student at Grad University. Now send, He'll have it soon."

Joseph pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "No, since he is also in this city, why don't you go directly to him."

The editor-in-chief showed decisiveness: "The end of "The Donkey on the Train" is obviously a new event. I think this is just the beginning of a long story. If possible, I hope to read the subsequent manuscripts."

If the author named "Qiuka" has a stable writing level, and the subsequent stories are of the same quality as "The Donkey on the Train", they can definitely ask each other for manuscripts for a long time!

Joseph was really fed up with Pike's alcohol addiction. He was desperately hoping to find an author who was not inferior to the other party and who would not delay the manuscript to take Pike's class, and Qiuka gave him hope.

He stretched out his hand again, and Yegor handed over the envelope knowingly, with the author's specific address on it—St. Petersburg, No. 338 Yanyan Street, room 4 on the first floor.

At this time, Yan'an Street was not as prosperous and beautiful as later generations, but it was just a place where students often rented. Because it was relatively close to Guerrilla University, there were also many stores opened there.

Gorad University is one of the best universities in Russia. Those who can study and teach in it are all learned people. Editor-in-Chief Joseph frowned: "I remember that Gorad University will start tomorrow?"

That's right, the next day was the opening day of Grad Le University. In order to let Zhang Sushang arrive on time, Alexei rarely knocked on the door immediately after waking up, but ran to knock on Zhang Sushang's bedroom door.

"Choka, Choka! Wake up!"

With a creak, the window was opened, and Zhang Sushang climbed in through the window wearing his overcoat: "Don't shout, I'm already up!"

With the coat that Alexei borrowed, Zhang Sushang, who thought he had a warm buff, went out to do some exercise today.

But the door was too tight, and he couldn't open it alone, so he had to go out through the window.