I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

The city behind Lu Zhiheng was empty and cold, even the winter sun in the sky was no longer as bright as the summer, and the light shrank, like an incandescent lamp with insufficient power.And he himself is the only warmth in this winter.

He was wearing a black cotton jacket, but he wasn't bulky, instead he looked even taller.He wore a black mask on his face, and thin bangs hung down on his forehead, so that people's vision centered on his soft eyebrows and eyes.The upper eyelids are thin, adding a sense of coolness, while the lower pupils are warm, like stars under thin clouds, bright, gentle, and eternally shining.

This was the first time Zhuang Wenyao met him outside the campus.

He laughed and said, "You can't call me or pat me, you have to send a message..."

Lu Zhiheng put the phone in his pocket without hesitation, but kept looking at him, his smile deepened, his delicate peach blossom eyes and the beautifully shaped silkworm curved into a crescent moon: "That's so boring."

Zhuang Wenyao saw that he was wearing a glove on the other hand, and he was holding one, and asked, "By bike?"

Lu Zhiheng: "Well. What about you?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Me too."

Lu Zhiheng: "Have you brought the borrowing card?"

"Of course!" Zhuang Wenyao said, proudly taking out a pink card.This is the old version of the borrowing card that I made with Chi Yi when I was a child. It is a plastic-covered piece of paper with a barcode and a one-inch photo of Zhuang Wenyao when he was ten years old. Even the number of the borrowing card is handwritten with a carbon pen.The corner of the plastic package is a little glued, which looks very old.

Lu Zhiheng was amazed when he saw it: "Ah, you are an old provincial man." By the way, he took out his new version of the magnetic card, which was much taller in comparison.

Zhuang Wenyao scratched his head: "Oh, the card I applied for a long time ago, I haven't come for a long time, and I don't bother to come back to refund the deposit..."

While talking and laughing, Lu Zhiheng turned his eyes to the distance, raised his chin slightly: "The museum is open."

"Oh!"

Follow the team in.

The staff of the library said that Zhuang Wenyao's card was too old, had been eliminated and could no longer be used, and had to be replaced with a new one.At this time, Zhuang Wenyao felt nostalgic for no reason, and was reluctant to part with the crude old card, so he paid an extra deposit and got a new card.

After dealing with these, the two went to the self-study area to find a place.

In order to avoid being affected by the library's collection of books, including atlases and novels, they chose to sit in the Class A book area on the second floor.Surrounded by red ideas such as Marxism-Leninism, the desire to learn and concentration have reached their peak.

It took Zhuang Wenyao more than an hour to finish the homework he brought. Looking at Lu Zhiheng who was still concentrating on brushing up the questions, he miscalculated.

If I had known that studying in the library was so efficient, I would have brought two more copies of May [-] to do it!

Bored and wandering...

Lu Zhiheng took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. He wore a white button-down shirt and light gray pullover sweater inside.

Zhuang Wenyao found out that Lu Zhiheng really likes clothes with collars, shirts with lapel collars, tennis clothes with stand collars, even shirts with round neck sweaters that need to be matched with a suit...

The sweater has fine stitches and twist-like texture, which is gentle and lively, and the plain and light color scheme gives people a soft feeling.

Is it warm?

It must be.

Just as he was thinking about this, wondering if he should go to District I to find a novel to pass the time, Lu Zhiheng on the opposite side raised his head unexpectedly, his focused eyes on the topic softened the moment he looked at him, and said softly: "How about Practice your handwriting."

Zhuang Wenyao felt like a child who was caught secretly doing bad things, and his heart was pulled hard: "Huh?"

Lu Zhiheng took out two booklets from the pile of books and handed them over: "Let me see..."

Suddenly felt that the voice was a bit loud, afraid of disturbing others, took a book and sat down beside Zhuang Wenyao, and whispered in his ear, "I see you are idle and it's time for a problem, I can find something for you to do." The boy's body temperature penetrated Clothes arrive.

It was indeed warm.

There is also a faint familiar smell of cold water.

Zhuang Wenyao lowered his head and opened it to see that there were two brand new copybooks, one in Chinese characters and one in English: "Is this yours?"

Lu Zhiheng: "It used to be, but now I plan to give it to you. I remember you said before that you wanted to improve your writing. These two books were recommended by our teacher. Many students are using them, and the feedback is good. I followed suit and bought them, but I have no time to practice. , just for you to use."

It turns out that Xueba also needs to practice calligraphy.There is also "tutoring book anxiety": whatever others buy, you have to have it no matter whether you need it or not.Thinking about Zhuang Wenyao's heart, he felt a lot more balanced: Everyone is similar!

Set your heart down to practice calligraphy, time always flies by quickly.

At noon, the students who studied in Shengtu went out to look for food one after another, and the number of people decreased by half.

There were frequent sounds of dragging chairs around, Lu Zhiheng raised his head and looked at Zhuang Wenyao: "Are you hungry?"

Seeing that he was still working on the questions, Zhuang Wenyao shook his head: "I'm not hungry, let's eat after you finish."

Lu Zhiheng: "I want to say that the restaurants around here are very crowded. If you're not hungry, can we go later?"

Worthy of being an old provincial man with rich experience!Zhuang Wenyao: "No problem!"

At 01:30 in the afternoon, almost all the students came back, and when they re-entered the state of study, the two left the self-study area independently.

Zhuang Wenyao: "Do you want to eat something?"

Lu Zhiheng: "Not yet. Actually, I can eat anything."

"Hmm..." Zhuang Wenyao flipped through his phone, "It's so cold, why don't you go eat hot pot?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The two rode bicycles through the street and found a chain hot pot restaurant.

There was no one in the store at this time, and they all liked this kind of dining environment, which was quiet and comfortable.

After discussion, the two ordered mandarin duck pot, side dishes fatty beef and mutton curly belly duck blood duck intestine fish ball shrimp slippery lettuce baby dish tofu soaked wide noodles hand-rolled rice cake and other side dishes.

"Hmm... What's the difference..." Zhuang Wenyao ticked off with a pen, "Let's have another coriander, how can there be no coriander in the hot pot."

"Fragrant...vegetables?" Lu Zhiheng's complexion changed slightly, and the brows twitched.

"That's right!" Zhuang Wenyao responded, and suddenly realized, "By the way, you don't eat coriander!"

Lu Zhiheng frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

How could I forget this!

When Shiyue was a child, every time Shiyue came to their house for dinner, when Zhang Xin made soup, she would first serve him a small pot of "pure" soup, and then leave the rest of the pot sprinkled with coriander for Zhuang Wenyao. The distinction was very strict.Although Zhuang Wenyao couldn't experience it personally, he could also see the lethality of coriander on him.

But after a few years, he actually forgot!This is not negligence, this is simply a principled error!

Zhuang Wenyao was a little annoyed, and immediately crossed off the coriander on the menu: "Then don't eat it. Are there any other taboos?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled: "There is nothing else."

"Hmm..." Zhuang Wenyao checked the menu, "That's it first, let's add more if it's not enough."

The waitress was gentle and lovely. She took the menu with a professional smile on her face: "Okay, please wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, she withdrew for a short time, came back soon, and pushed a carousel: "Congratulations, you two have reached a certain amount of consumption and are eligible for the carousel event! We have provided rich prizes, and you can get them immediately, but you only have one chance. ~"

Zhuang Wenyao immediately became interested: I saw that the area of ​​each sector on the turntable is different, and the probability of turning to the larger sector is also high, just some side dishes, desserts, milk tea and the like; the sector with a smaller area is more valuable, such as lipstick, necklace , perfume and the like; the smallest size is about the thickness of a pointer, and it is the grand prize, a valuable Polaroid.However, looking at the proportion of the fan-shaped area in the entire circle, it is almost impossible to transfer to it.

He looked at Lu Zhiheng excitedly: "Who's coming?"

Lu Zhiheng rested his chin on his hand, and looked at him leisurely: "Whoever sells the bill will be the one."

Zhuang Wenyao was eager to try: "Then let me try?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled and nodded: "Yeah!"

Zhuang Wenyao is still very confident about this kind of luck-fighting activity.

It seems that his luck has never been too bad. When he sat in the senior report meeting, he was selected as the lucky audience at the end and got the precious opportunity to ask the seniors questions!

What's more, today is his birthday, so he should be more favored by the goddess of luck!

Be bold, Polaroid!Zhuang Wenyao held the turntable, took a deep breath, and pushed it hard.

The turntable spun rapidly, and the colorful fans were stirred and distorted.Due to the excessive force of Xiaoshouxing and the relatively small kinetic friction coefficient of the turntable, there is no meaning of stopping.

"Uh," the waitress reminded loudly, "Little handsome guy, let him stop, otherwise you may not know what prize you won after eating."

Zhuang Wenyao laughed dryly: "Oh, yes, hahaha..."

To be honest, I was a little nervous.

Make it or break it!

He applied another force to the turntable, reducing its acceleration until it finally slowed down and was about to stop.

The turntable turned slower and slower, and time seemed to slow down accordingly.When the speed drops to infinitesimal, the position pointed by the pointer is the smallest grand prize!

Zhuang Wenyao was about to cheer, but the turntable trembled imperceptibly.

He suddenly realized that infinitesimal is not equal to zero.

And it is precisely with this last speed that the turntable makes the color blocks and pointers of the grand prize staggered.

"Congratulations to the two of you, you got a pot of Dahongpao pearl milk tea worth 69 yuan! The prizes will be distributed later, you two have a good meal~" The waitress finished her task and went back to the front desk with the turntable.

Zhuang Wenyao petrified on the spot.

Lu Zhiheng said: "It's almost."

Zhuang Wenyao almost slapped the table and yelled: "It's really only a little bit! A little bit!" He couldn't slap the table and could only crazily scratch his own hair.

Lu Zhiheng comforted: "It's okay, the milk tea is also very good."

Zhuang Wenyao was discouraged and kept silent. After a while, he turned to look at him: "Do you like milk tea?"

Lu Zhiheng nodded: "I like it!"

"That's not too bad..."

Seeing that he had almost recovered from his regret, Lu Zhiheng asked, "Do you really want that Polaroid?"

Zhuang Wenyao smiled: "No, I just want to win the lottery..."

The waitress pushed the trolley to bring up the dishes, and the mandarin duck pot was bubbling and bubbling, which was a happy sound.

After she left, Lu Zhiheng got up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhuang Wenyao put the ingredients into the pot: "Go, I'll cook something for you!"

"Ah."