The cold in winter is cold to the indigenous people in the provincial capital, and the outsiders think that it is a feeling of dry and cold, just like the dead leaves on the track when they get up early and run in the morning, and they become crumbs when they step on it, instead of the dead leaves on the river embankment, a thin layer of frost falls on it, and there is a warm feeling.

At the end of the morning run, "Brother Xian" is like a walking steam engine, the skin is violently emitting heat, through the sweaty clothes, and the bare pores, steaming with white gas, fluttering around the body, looking at the clouds from a distance. Fluttering with six hot water bottles, it seemed to replenish the white gas in the hot water room, and then floated back to the dormitory, falling auspicious clouds, falling into the mortal dust, hearty, the water mist transpired in the water room scrubbed again, changed into dry clothes, put on a bag on the back and stepped on the bicycle and went straight to the restaurant.

In the huge restaurant, there are only a few "birds" who get up early and crawl on the table, eating in a daze, and "Brother Xian" also joins in and eats them with a lot of dates. Stepping into the car again, on the shade path on the campus, he turned an arc gracefully, and smoothly circled a flat lying "8", galloped through the dormitory without hesitation, and bowed silently in front of the library, before stopping at the bottom of the teaching building.

Only then did I detour back to the bulletin board, and carefully looked at the list of new members, from top to bottom is the list of editors, two lines of eight names, and the best one in the second line is the name of "Brother Feng";

After reading the list, "Brother Xian" was stunned, he was full of self-confidence and determined to win, so what a vain! Drooping his head, he climbed up to the teaching building, stood in front of the glass window, and looked at the crowd and traffic that began to increase on the central axis.

The step-by-step days have not been stagnated by the defeat of "Brother Xian", and the progress of the days will not be hindered by "Brother Xian", there is a kind of thing that is not controlled by "Brother Xian", not within the scope of his estimated results, and there is an inexplicable sense of loss of control over the whereabouts. On the contrary, the "Brother Feng" on the top bunk is like a monkey because of the editing, scratching his head and making gestures, jumping up and down, the literary club seems to have become his Huaguo Mountain and Water Curtain Cave, and occasionally gets a golden hoop stick, doing whatever he wants, to wear the ceiling of the teaching building, and the narrow dormitory is also like Wuzhi Mountain, unable to suppress the mortal heart and dust that is about to move, eager to escape, turning over the river and the sea, making trouble in the heavenly palace, vowing to be higher than the sky, wider than the sea-

"Brother Xian" couldn't help but see a little figure of himself in the past, and in the disgust in his heart and the sneer in his eyes, he also had a little introspection. "Brother Feng" climbed on the bed frame like a monkey, and said to "Brother Xian" with joy: "Brother Xian, don't worry, I will review your manuscript in the future, and strive to see your name in the school magazine every time!"

"Brother Xian" poked his head out, smiled sincerely and said: Brother Feng, let's still choose the manuscript based on writing, don't rely on relationships, dark clouds can't cover the sun, real gold is not afraid of fire, and good articles can be published anywhere - but I still want to thank you for this Bole! "Brother Feng" listened, did not hear the meaning of the words, lay on the bed, shook Erlang's legs happily, "hummed" "Brother Sleeping on My Top Bunk", and then said: Brother Xian, you're welcome, I'm the brother who sleeps on your top bunk, do you get the moon first near the water!

"Brother Xian" stood up and patted the "brother on the upper bunk", and in a burst of laughter, he walked out of the dormitory, went to the library, completed his plan in the reading room, and first browsed the magazines and periodicals that he was interested in since September and related to the professional class. I met Zhou Jiantao halfway, who had just come back from outside on a bicycle, and the two got off the station and chatted on the side of the road for a while. Zhou Jiantao said to "Brother Xian": The last time the registration form of the hometown association, the president and I were very satisfied after reading it, and we have always wanted to do it, but we have never had the heart to complete it, how much is the cost, from the membership fee!

"Brother Xian" pushed and said: Jiantao, you're welcome, even if it is a contribution to the hometown association, it doesn't have much money! Zhou Jiantao hesitated, smiled wryly and said: Okay, the president and I will remember first, and then I will have a chance to make up for you later! Then he reached out and patted his backpack, and said: Just finished copying, each liaison officer has one copy - just give you one! As he spoke, he took out one from his backpack and handed it to "Brother Xian", and asked casually: Brother Xian, where are you going to go?

Zhou Jiantao nodded, pointed to the dormitory, and said: Okay, let's talk about another day! The two walked with their backs to each other for about less than 10 meters, Zhou Jiantao stopped the car and turned his head to shout "Brother Xian", the two turned around again, walked in the opposite direction, and stopped on the side of the road, Zhou Jiantao hesitated, and asked in a hesitant manner: The matter of the editor of the literary club was defeated!

"Brother Xian" looked at him in surprise and said jokingly: I haven't reached the point of being a household name in school now, how come even you know? Zhou Jiantao pointed to the stone bench on the side of the road, motioned to sit, and then said: After class that day, I passed by the bulletin board and took a look, and saw your name, thinking that according to your high school level, how about being an editor!

Zhou Jiantao laughed "hahaha" and said: Each position has the requirements of each position, and different positions and different identities are also convenient for multi-angle and multi-faceted thinking and empathy on the same matter!

"Brother Xian" smiled and said: "Brother Xian" smiled and said: "Brother Xian" patted Zhou Jiantao on the shoulder, bowed his hand and said: Jiantao, that is your kindness, it is sincere!

Zhou Jiantao looked at "Brother Xian" intently, and said: This seems to be the ghost brother I know-Brother Xian! "Brother Xian" shook his head helplessly, Zhou Jiantao "Oh-" sighed, and said apologetically: Speaking of business, your failure does not mean that your literary talent is inferior to others, nor is it that you are incompetent-I asked the president that day, and I knew that there is a relationship in the middle!