The moon is baked and there is a red halo around it, like the rising sun, red, hot and stuffy, hot, become the normal state of the body at night, from the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside, feeling the heat, releasing the heat, a basin of cold water in the water room can no longer suppress the heat added to the inside and outside, in the corridor, in the dormitory, there are even often shirtless, wearing underwear to cruise back and forth, everyone is sweaty, wet-

"Brother Xian" sat in front of the window, although there was not a trace of wind blowing, but the stuffy room was invaded by the sultry air and became thin; "Brother Xian" stretched his head to the window and breathed heavily, like a dog, swallowing, hoping to convert the heat from the inside out; tossing and turning, in vain, but tossing the body that had just been washed through the cold water, tossing it into sticky and greasy.

The phone rang, and no one was willing to move, and if they moved less, they could sweat less; "Brother Xian" reluctantly moved his arm in from the window, picked up the phone, and said weakly, "Hey—who are you looking for?"

Brother Xian - it's me - Wang Qian -

"Brother Xian" retracted his body, sat upright, and said with a smile: "Wang Qian, I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you remember to call me?" Wang Qian also smiled and said: "Brother Xian, it's okay - can't I call you?"

"Brother Xian" hurriedly replied: Yes-Yes-that is what you want me to pick you up-Wang Qian was quiet for a while, "hummed" and said: Yes, if you want, come and pick it up, I'm at the school gate!

"Brother Xian" smiled "hehehe" and said curtly: I'll be polite, you are still serious! As soon as Wang Qian wanted to say something, "Brother Xian" continued: You wait for me, and I will take our mules!

Putting down the phone, "Brother Xian" shook the clothes on his body, pulled his slippers, bent his waist, wiped the sweat on his forehead from time to time, and rode his bicycle, only to find that under the night, there were noisy classmates everywhere, in the garden, on the path, and under the shade of the trees...... Threes, threes, twos, and twos, get together, enjoy the cool and rest - "Brother Xian" kicked his feet quickly, and the sound of the "whirring" wind began to sound in his ears, and the clothes on his body were immediately filled with wind, puffing up, and a little coolness arose.

When he walked on the road facing the gate, the wind blew slightly, and there were more students wandering and enjoying the cool on both sides, so "Brother Xian" slowed down and rode carefully to the school gate. Wang Qian was also wearing shorts and shorts, and she had just come out of the guard room alone, and she was also pulling on her slippers and walking back slowly. "Brother Xian" saw it from a distance, "Squeak-" stopped the bicycle in front of him, Wang Qian hurriedly dodged to the side, and looked up to see that it was "Brother Xian".

"Brother Xian" straddled the car, looked up and down, and said jokingly: Fellow, I haven't seen you for a few days, and it's even more beautiful - more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom tips are in early February. Spring breeze ten miles of Yangzhou Road, roll up the bead curtain is not as good.

Wang Qian blushed, combed the hair on her forehead, and said: "Brother Xian, don't make fun of me!" "Brother Xian" turned the front of the car, looked at Wang Qian's ankle again, seemed to have healed, and laughed: Wang Qian, I just found out that you are still a beauty today-I see that your feet are completely healed!

Wang Qian turned her head and glanced at "Brother Xian", smiled slightly, and said: Yes, it's completely good, and I have to thank you -- who is beautiful compared to Zhang Xuemei? "Brother Xian" stopped and said a little angrily: Why don't you open which pot to mention! Why compare, you are you, she is her, live your own characteristics!

After listening to this, Wang Qian also felt bored, this comparison was a little abrupt, a little embarrassing, so she took out two things from her bag and sent them to "Brother Xian", "Brother Xian" looked at him strangely, took it, did not see clearly in the dim light, and asked suspiciously: What is it? Wang Qian looked at "Brother Xian", opened her eyes and said: "Your things—a letter, a parcel list, I passed by the door and saw your name on it, and I brought it to you!"

"Brother Xian" was stunned for a moment, then pushed the bicycle to Wang Qian, walked quickly to the street lamp, and carefully looked at the sender's information - finally saw clearly, the letter was sent by the editorial department of "Literature and Art Monthly", and it was bulging and very plump; the package was from the editorial department of "Little Novel Monthly"; "Brother Xian" couldn't help but be overjoyed, Wang Qian walked to him, looked at the excited "Brother Xian", and smiled slightly.

"Brother Xian" paced back and forth a few steps under the street lamp, and then saw Wang Qian pushing his bicycle, happily took the bicycle from Wang Qian's hand, and said a little uncontrollably: Wang Qian, my work has been published!

Wang Qian's eyes couldn't help but light up, she took it from the hand of "Brother Xian", carefully crawled under the light, looked at it, and said excitedly: Really, Brother Xian, congratulations!

"Brother Xian" stepped into the car and shouted happily: Get in the car - Wang Qian - go pick up the package! Wang Qian laughed "hahaha" and wiped her tears and said: Brother Xian, it's night, are you overjoyed-

"Brother Xian" also touched the back of his head embarrassedly, smiled "hehehe", rode on the car, ran frantically, in front of the "Confucius Sitting Statue" library, slid and turned the head of the car, and stopped beside Wang Qian with a "squeak-" and said: Go, get in the car, send you back!

Wang Qian jumped into the car gently, and "Brother Xian" rode into the dormitory area like the wind, Wang Qian kept shouting from behind: Brother Xian - slow down - slow down -

That night, "Brother Xian" could not calm down for a long time, the excitement and sultry atmosphere of the publication of the work, staring at his eyes, groggy, half-asleep and half-awake until the second half of the night, only to feel a lot cooler, he slept until dawn, got up early, rushed into the playground, finished his morning run, ate breakfast, rode his bicycle and went straight to the post office at the door, only to find that the door was locked, and he went to work at 8:30. I can only go back to the classroom, hold my mood, and finish the class attentively.

After school at noon, "Brother Xian" went straight to the post office and politely handed over the parcel slip; in the rummaging of the postman's eldest brother, "Brother Xian" finally got the package -- the brown paper was tightly wrapped, and the words "Liu Guixian" could be clearly seen on it! "Brother Xian" walked to the table next to him, gently tore off the tape, and opened it according to the crease of the brown paper -- and the words "Little Novel Monthly" appeared impressively.

"Brother Xian" gently rubbed the cover with his hand, smooth and silky, as warm as a baby's skin; a stream of ink fragrance gushed out, moistening the eyes of "Brother Xian", as if he was pityful and cherishing jade, and stroked it over and over again; pulled away the brown paper, exposing the whole carcass, and couldn't help but make "Brother Xian" a little intoxicated or intoxicated——