Schrodinger love

Just such a broken talisman with a streamlined fabric, is it consecrated or crossed the gold?

Wen Sui thoughtfully helped him find a way: "Now monks have to start with a master's degree, so why pay them social security for such an expensive price?"

Jiang An looked at his dumbfounded expression, and felt that he might have taken a little too long.

"Too expensive? According to the depreciation rate of eight points, round up to three thousand and five."

Three thousand five is also a robbery, brother, sober up.

Seeing the silence, Jiang An took another step back and discussed, "Two thousand and one, [-]% off."

No matter how little it is, it is estimated that the money will be gone without being tied up twice.

Wen Sui saw that he was quite amusing as if he was bargaining with street stalls at night, and his silver hair trembled when he smiled: "Buddha still depreciates? It's not appropriate, it will be punished by heaven."

Isn't it four thousand and two? He heard that the young master has a lot of money, so he can afford it.

With a sound of "beep", the boy who spread wealth waved his hand: "Sweep it, let's add it."

Jiang An clicked through, and by the way, turned off the headlights in the room again, and the room fell into darkness again.

He slowly raised the corners of his lips and whispered, "It's late, go to bed."

It was already three o'clock in the morning, but after being tossed back and forth like this, Wen Sui didn't feel sleepy at all.

He pinched the evil spirit talisman boredly, and felt a lot more at ease. He rolled over and over twice under the blanket, and then opened Jiang An's WeChat under the light.

The profile picture is a small yellow dot, click to enlarge it, only to find that it is a cartoon doll, which looks like a rough version of an electric mouse.

The problem is, how could he use such a cute and sticky avatar for such a high and cold person.

Wen Sui tapped on the screen of his mobile phone and fell into deep thought. Could it be that he secretly fell in love with some little girl?

He clicked into the circle of friends without any hesitation, and there was no trace of it, and he didn't give a chance to like it.

Randomly inspected a circle, returned to the dialog box, deleted, deleted and modified: plus the hot pot money, I owe you 4300, and keep the account by myself

The opposite side looks like a certain treasure customer service, and the second reply: Got it

Wen Sui clicked his tongue lightly, you are really conscientious in the industry for returning to customers in the middle of the night.

His fingertips paused, and he typed carefully: Are you short of money?

Feeling that the topic was a bit abrupt and sensitive, he quickly withdrew the message and sent an emoji to cover it up.

The other side didn't reply, and the conversation stayed on the embarrassing withdrawal reminder.

Wen Sui felt a little distressed, his brother really hadn't had a good life in the past few years.

After putting Jiang An on top, he turned off his phone and threw it aside, inexplicably remembering Jiang An's appearance when he first came to his house.At that time, I was only two years old. Logically speaking, such a young child didn't have much memory.

But he still remembered the alienated look on his face, which looked like an immature wolf cub, but it showed its sharp teeth that had just grown, and remained alert to strangers.

"Xiao An will be my son's elder brother from now on." Wen Zhongqing hugged him and smiled decently at the media, "It's so pitiful that this child lost his father at such a young age."

Wen Sui half-understood what he heard, but he was very excited to have an extra playmate.

From then on, he called his elder brother long and his elder brother short, like a little tail.

Jiang An annoyed him at first, or avoided him, Jiang Feng's death could not be separated from Wen's family, and he wouldn't look good on anyone else.

A three-year-old child doesn't understand the world, but he has a clear distinction between love and hate.

Wen Sui didn't think too much about it, he just shared the delicious food with his brother, and left the fun ones for his brother, and he didn't forget to introduce new friends to his brother when he met new friends.Walking hand in hand at school, sleeping with their arms around each other at night, they are extremely clingy.

After a long time, Jiang An didn't say anything, but his attitude gradually softened, and he took care of him more and more meticulously.

Many memories flashed by quickly, the days before the two of them were really good.

Wen Sui's temper came and went quickly, he unilaterally forgave Jiang An's behavior of changing rooms, turned over and touched the old pillow brought from home.

The pillows issued by the school are hard and flat, and I don't know if his brother can get used to sleeping on it.

Probably because of the cute avatar, Wen Sui finally fell asleep, and in the second half of the night, he dreamed of Jiang An being chased by a cartoon fat bear.

The short white legs flew wildly all the way, as if stepping on a hot wheel, the scene was very funny, Wen Sui was awakened by music.

Confused, he muttered "three hundred and five times" in his mouth, and yawned lazily with half-closed eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he met a pair of dark eyes, and his smile gradually disappeared.

He sat up reflexively, and with a bang, his forehead hit hard against the opposite side.

Jiang An, who stood like a statue by the bed, almost shattered into a Venus with a broken arm.

"Sorry." Wen Sui rubbed his forehead, almost unable to get up because of the noise from the radio outside, "What time is it?"

"Seven fifty." Jiang An stepped back a little, with a little red mark on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you call me?" Wen Sui complained before he woke up.

Jiang An was wearing the camouflage trousers uniformly issued by the school, while wearing a belt, and looked down at him: "I called, you are sleeping too deeply, and you are still smiling."

"........."

This is ironic that he is comparable to a pig with a smile on his face.

Wen Sui didn't bother to reply, grabbed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom, finished washing quickly, and when he came out again, Jiang An was about to go out.

Under his eyelids, he looked at the door that he had locked all night, and then opened it lightly.

"When will this door be closed?"

"While you were asleep."

Wen Sui pressed the doorknob twice in disbelief, very smooth: "This must be a snail master? He also works overtime overnight?"

Master Xiusuojiang didn't respond, but stretched his legs silently, kicked the box of tools back under the bed, and quickly disposed of the tools used for the crime.

Anyway, after a lot of tossing and troubles, the small black room was closed, and the two finally slept together smoothly.

Seeing that the person didn't speak, Wen Sui was used to this person's indifference, opened the door, and happened to meet with the person in the opposite dormitory.

The boy standing at the front tilted his head, and greeted Wen Sui: "Ms. Jiang is here too? What a coincidence."

The person in front of him is Qin Siyang, the idiot Ji Xiaoyu mentioned, from the class next door, and he has been at odds with him for a long time.

It's funny to say, the reason is just because during the basketball game in the freshman year of high school, Wen Sui hid himself in front of his goddess and stole the limelight.The girl later confessed to herself once, and it was quite public.

Since then, Qin Siyang spread rumors everywhere that he took love with a knife, and often provoked him, which made him extremely annoying.

This person studies well, but his behavior is very childish and his brain is not very good.

"Teacher Jiang?" Wen Sui frowned, and glanced back at Jiang An, "Do you know each other?"

Qin Siyang smiled hypocritically: "That's right. You brothers haven't seen each other for several years. Of course, you don't know how hard your brother is working outside to earn money. During the years in high school, I relied on Teacher Jiang to help me start a small stove. I forgot to say thank you when I was admitted to Beijing University." .”

He is boasting, but just a few words will shake off his life experience.

"Are they brothers? They don't look alike." The little glasses behind whispered.

Qin Siyang smiled, raised his hand and stroked between the two, and his fingertips fell on Jiang An: "They are not brothers in the traditional sense."

He paused for a moment, as if trying to tell the truth: "Let's start with the big case that caused a sensation in the city—"

"Shut up." Recalling the past, Wen Sui interrupted, his voice extremely cold.

"Master Wen is going to be violent, what I said is not true? Father Jiang is a hero, you should remember it most clearly, if you are not grateful, you will be punished by the gods." Qin Siyang hid vainly to the side, smiling provocatively.

Wen Sui was not as impulsive as he was when he was a child, but just stared at him indifferently, full of uncontrollable hostility.

The roommates behind were all good students who studied hard. They had never seen such a tense battle before. They were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere fell into a stagnation for a while.

Jiang An closed the door of the dormitory, looked over Wen Sui's shoulder at Qin Siyang, his dark pupils pressed down fiercely, silently threatening.

"Let's go, I'm going to be late." He raised his hand and smoothed it on the back of the silver head, as hard as his eyes were, as gentle as his movements.

Wen Sui was slightly startled, and his tense back slowly relaxed.

With a calm face, he warned in a low voice: "If you want to bring up Jiang An's previous affairs again, I don't mind accompanying you in the big-character report."

Qin Siyang struggled out of the oppressive feeling just now, snorted lightly, but breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

Seeing that Jiang An had gone far away, Wen Sui scratched his hair impatiently and followed.

Just looking at the indifferent back, he could feel his brother's mood was a bit depressed.

Even with my own mood, I was a little unhappy.

"Don't take that idiot's words to heart." Wen Sui comforted him awkwardly by scratching his wind-torn hair.

"I don't care." Jiang An has long been accustomed to this level of insinuation, but he is afraid that people will cause trouble for Wen Sui and cause trouble.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, Wen Sui nodded: "Then I'm going back to work, see you in the dormitory tonight."

"Maybe you don't have to wait until night." Jiang pointed to the class card and said lazily, "I'm also in the School of Management."

What is the probability of the same school, the same major, and the same dormitory? Wen Sui thinks that the two of them can win a sports lottery right away.

Such a coincidence in such a huge capital city, is this reasonable?

Wen Sui stood at the end of the line with his pockets in his pocket, still staring at the people standing in front of the line in a daze. He was probably tall, and he was particularly conspicuous and prominent in a group of copied and pasted camouflage uniforms.

Just now the unhappiness in my heart subsided a little bit, it's good, it shows that the fate between the two of them is not over yet.

As he moved his gaze, Qin Siyang, who had just had a face-to-face meeting, also mixed into the queue, and his complexion became ugly again.

Fuck, it's like swallowing a fly in the morning, bad luck.

The principal on the stage is looking forward to the future with impassioned enthusiasm, the school opening process, and the national uniform boredom.After changing three leaders in a row, countless pages of manuscripts were turned, and the opening ceremony finally came to an end.

"Freshmen will have regular military training next. Today is preparation time, and tomorrow will officially start."

There was a lot of mourning and complaints in the audience.

The leader raised his hand and pressed it, and said with a smile: "To increase the fun, we will have an opening square tomorrow. Each class will choose a student to play the mascot of the school as the class leader. Everyone disperses and prepares, collects items, Disband on the spot."

The playground became lively again, and there was a lot of noise.

Wen Sui tugged on his trouser legs, squatted on the spot, and played with the shoelaces, feeling that the worldly noise had nothing to do with him.

The class teacher is a middle-aged man in his early forties, named Liang Shan, but he doesn't have the posture of a hero, has a big belly, and his glasses are two layers thicker than a beer bottle.

He looked around and stared at Jiang An who was wearing a half-sleeved T-shirt and said, "Then what, Jiang An, help me get that doll from the storage room. With such beautiful muscles, it must be quite strong."

Watching the handsome guy being ridiculed, the surroundings are filled with joy.

From the corner of his eye, Jiang An secretly followed the people away, Wen Sui didn't lift his eyelids, but slightly bent the corners of his lips.

"Who leads our class? Are there any volunteers?"

"I'm afraid that the headgear will block my handsome face and affect my choice of spouse for four years!"

"Who came up with this trick... I want to fast forward to the end of the military training..."

Suddenly there was a beating voice in the crowd: "I think Wen Sui is very suitable."

Wen Sui raised his eyes, faced Qin Siyang across the crowd, and said in a bad tone, "Which eye is suitable for me?"

Hearing the choking sound, dozens of pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, some were curious, some were watching the show.

A short-haired girl retorted: "There are only two good-looking ones in our class, and we have to drag one out to cover our faces."

Yan Fen No. 360 followed suit: "Handsome guys want to be admired in [-] degrees without any dead ends, so what kind of mascot?"

Yan Fen No. [-] attacked again: "That's right, why don't you go?"

Qin Siyang almost stuttered: "No, no, let me analyze and analyze. Of course, the neater the phalanx, the better. Everyone has black hair. Does this non-mainstream little white hair fit anywhere?"

The temporary support group collectively fell silent, unable to refute.

"Colorblind, it's fucking silver." Wen Sui was displeased, no matter how hard this mad dog bit someone, he wouldn't let him go.

"Who cares about you." Qin Siyang smiled half-smile, standing on the moral high ground, "For the honor of the class, it's very suitable to wear this head in that doll."

Wen Sui got up lazily, stared at him condescendingly, like a fool: "What if I dye it back tonight?"

"Ran..." Qin Siyang was at a loss for words, he didn't think of how to fight back for a while, and cursed in a low voice.

Wen Sui felt a lot better after seeing people being deflated: "Let's draw lots, it's simple and fair."

The support group was revived, nodded in unison, and supported unanimously.

So everyone formed a circle on the spot, tore up a pile of papers and started the most primitive way.

Everyone grabbed a lump, each opened it tremblingly, and one by one was relieved, and they didn't really want to be taken advantage of by this person.

"It's me." The short-haired girl who spoke just now reluctantly raised the note in her hand, with a black cross floating on it.

"I really sympathize with you. That thing is stuffy and heavy. You'll be exhausted." Someone next to him pursed his lips and got vaccinated in advance.

"It's my bad luck." The girl looked around, "Where's the doll costume, haven't you brought it back yet?"

Wen Sui looked at her slender arm and couldn't bear it: "Forget it, I will replace you."

"Thank you, I just said I don't want you to come." The girl pursed her lips, her cheeks were a little red from the sun, "Can I invite you to dinner tonight?"

"No, it's a small matter." Wen Sui replied casually.

Qin Siyang looked people up and down, and said in a strange way: "You still know how to help others, isn't it still you who go around? Wouldn't it be troublesome to draw lots?"

"There is still a difference between being forced by others and being voluntary."

Wen Sui clicked his tongue, showing concern for the mentally handicapped, "It's a good thing you didn't study the Fa, otherwise the lunatic Zhang San wouldn't be able to save you."

Arrogant and reasonable, superior and inferior.

The uncontrollable suffocated laughter came from all around, and gradually turned into a big laugh, Qin Siyang's face turned green.

Liang Shan came slowly with his hands behind his back, and looked around: "Has the candidate been negotiated?"

"I'll go." Hearing the question, Wen Sui turned his head slowly, and his eyes fell on Jiang An who was carrying a doll not far away.

Fat head, round belly, small thick legs.

White and fat, except for two suspicious blushes on his face, he looks like a faded version of Kumamon.

Wait, what he just promised...couldn't be this thing.

A majestic Beijing University, a first-class university, how can the mascot look so stupid.

Jiang An approached, put the round hood around his head and gestured: "This one is quite heavy, Master Wen is so delicate, may I go for you?"

He wore this kind of doll clothes, and it was stuffy and hot, especially the tall ones were stuffed into them, which made him suffer a lot.

Wen Suixin said that it was over as soon as he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, with a look of determination on his face: "Forget it, I pretended to be forced, I can only force it."

"Then try it first?" Jiang An knew he couldn't be persuaded, so he shook the doll's lower body.

"Well, try." Wen Sui stood sideways, like a marionette, allowing someone to push his shoulders into the doll.

Tucked into the doll's lower body, a pair of long legs are instantly covered completely, leaving only the naive round belly of the doll bear.He quickly put the bear's head on his forehead in distaste, put the headgear on tightly, and panicked.

Jiang An held back his laughter, flicked Xiaoyuan's ears with his fingertips, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "It's so cute."

"Who are you scolding? You definitely failed the Chinese in the college entrance examination." Wen Sui felt that he was adding fuel to the fire, and wanted to turn around with a wooden expression.

The two of them were standing too close. With this movement, they stepped on Jiang An's foot, and they couldn't control themselves and took two steps to the side.

Jiang Anyan quickly stretched out his hand to grab the bear's paw, the track was completely deviated, and the whole bear was firmly pressed against him.

With two muffled grunts, they both fell to the ground, one person and one bear, world famous paintings.

The mentally handicapped fell to the ground, and now idol dramas are not performed like this, Wen Sui closed his eyes, and his reputation was ruined for the rest of his life.

Jiang An frowned, and raised his hand to support the bear's head that was tilted to one side: "Can you get up?"

Wen Sui's head was buzzing from the shock of the strong headgear, and after two seconds of relief, he finally remembered where he had seen this doll before.

Fuck, that short leg chasing after Jiang An in the dream like a hot wheel...is actually me?

Even more fucking stupid, if this kind of thing happens, he will change his surname to Jiang An.

Wen Sui spread his legs wide, firmly pressing down on the person who was trying to get up, and a lifeless voice came out from the dull hood: "Qiaogui, if you can't get up, just lie down until you die."

Jiang An put his lips against the furry bear's head and laughed lowly.

"Okay, there are thousands of people watching on the playground."

The author has something to say: Wen Sui: ...the death of society emerges endlessly

Jiang An: Did you see that he is acting like a spoiled child to me?