In November, in the northern city of Lanshan, the winter wind is bleak and the snow is falling.

The breath was full of white heat, but the cold wind entered the throat, and the internal organs were a little uncomfortable, and the ground was covered with about two centimeters of snow, and the boots made a "squeak" sound when they stepped on the snow.

Hu Zize pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he stopped, and then turned to look at his mother's increasingly blurred back.

Snowflakes fell on the lenses, and the beard didn't care, but unhurriedly took out a student ID card from his backpack and handed it to the doorman.

Hu Zize raised his eyes and said expressionlessly: "Elite class, Hu Zize." ”

This is the square original studio on Taolin Road, the eye is a building and two small buildings, the largest floor has a total of six floors, the first and second floors are the basic class, the three, four or five parallel classes, and the highest is the repeat class and the elite class.

In the classroom, there is only the "rustling" sound of pencils on paper and the sound of the teacher's award screen.

And at the moment when the main entrance was pushed open by Hu Zize, the piercing "squeak" sound from the door caused some students to turn their heads to look.

Hu Zize didn't care, he was still expressionless and cold, and he didn't care about other people's eyes, but pulled the heavy painting bag behind him and walked towards the sixth floor.

The door of the elite class on the sixth floor is not closed, because the number of elite classes is small, so there is a small classroom alone, unlike other classes, which occupies a huge area.

This class is a sketch class, and the sketch teacher is not tall but very delicate, with slightly curly hair and a gentle temperament.

The people who were painting quietly suddenly heard a knock on the door, and when they looked up, there was a thin and tall young man standing at the door, and that young man was Hu Zize.

"Bearded Ze!"

Mr. Wang was overjoyed, he looked at Hu Zize with a smile, took Hu Zize's painting bag with one hand and asked, "Have you been discharged from the hospital?"

Hu Zize lowered his eyes, his lips opened but he didn't say a word, he was silent for a long time before he said, "I'm fine." ”

Saying that, Hu Zize smiled softly at Teacher Wang: "Thank you, Teacher Wang, I'll come by myself." ”

He walked towards his place with his painting bag in his arms, and the classmates around him looked at him sideways, and even a few of them boldly picked up snacks from their charcoal pens and stuffed them for Hu Zize.

And quietly said to Hu Zize: "You just got out of the hospital, eat more." ”

The teacher behind him opened one eye and closed one eye, coughed a few times and said: "It's been a month, it's all leisurely, don't come back to me if you can't pass the exam, go to class well, and talk after class." ”

After setting up the easel chair and drawing board, Hu Zize didn't have time to ask, and Xiao Bei, who was beside him, took the lead in speaking:

"Welcome back, at the same table, I'll sharpen the charcoal for you, I also took notes on the content of the topic a few weeks ago, how about it?

"Thank you. Hu Zize's tone was flat, with little emotion.

He glanced at Xiao Bei's charcoal and said in a low voice, "I won't need it next time." ”

After that, he framed the drawing paper, took out the sketch photo given by the teacher, and drew without saying a word.

Xiao Bei rolled his eyes, and while stealing snacks, he wondered whether the ears of this picture should be empty.

The class lasts for three hours and ends for ten minutes.

When the bell rang for the end of class, the original silence was broken, and Mr. Wang stretched and turned to leave.

"Hu Zize, are you okay?"

"Do you want to help, hungry or not?"

"Beard Ze, you ......"

......

Hu Zize, who was surrounded by the crowd, barely pulled out a smile, he didn't want to speak, and Xiao Bei beside him babbled to answer for him.

In the noisy voice, Hu Zize shifted his gaze to the countdown to the joint entrance examination posted at the door: 31 days.

With 31 days left, Hu Zize frowned and had some slight tremors in his shoulders.

At the same time, in the corridor on the second floor, people gathered together in twos and threes, gossiping while eating snacks:

"I heard that Hu Zize of the elite class is back, and it looks like there is nothing going on, which is amazing. ”

"Ah? I thought he wouldn't be able to pass the joint entrance examination, but his eyes were really fine? My roommate said that she saw it with her own eyes, and the wire suddenly broke, and then the wind was strong, and the thin wire swept directly through Hu Zize's eyes like a knife......

She patted the bread crumbs on her hands, and said with a look of fear: "My roommate said that he was frightened at that time, because Hu Zize knelt on the ground and covered his eyes, and blood flowed out little by little through the gaps between his fingers......"

As soon as they heard this, the other girls all trembled, and the picture appeared in their minds, only to feel that their eyes also hurt.

"Actually, there is one more thing, do you remember the little brother who came to our school last night to apply for a job?"

"Remember, it's so handsome, and I'll tell you quietly, I feel that he is tall and good-looking, and even Teacher Wang in the elite class has surpassed him, it's amazing!"

"What's more is yet to come!"

"What?" she smiled.

"This little brother is going to be an assistant teacher in the elite class......"

Hearing only the sound of "bang", she crushed most of the crisp noodles, and her original curious and joyful expression changed suddenly, and she frowned: "Absolutely, really absolutely, the good-looking ones are running to the elite class." ”

"I also wanted to take the elite class, but I couldn't get in. ”

After eating a few bites of crisp noodles, she nodded and agreed: "Who isn't." ”

The bell rang, and in a short ten minutes, the tall and strong sketch teacher did the model painting of a class and assigned the homework, which was the end of the class.

After class, the cafeteria was full of people, and the dense crowd even lined up from the humble cafeteria to the door of the class.

At this time, there were only two people in the elite class classroom, Hu Zize and Xiao Bei, Hu Zize was obsessed with painting, and Xiao Bei looked in the west and east.

The air is no longer only the smell of pencil ash and paint, but the aroma of food, the blue curtains are blown up and down by the wind, Xiao Bei feels a little cold, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice.

Feeling very uncomfortable, she got up and went to close the window.

But at this moment, Hu Zize, who had been silent, spoke: "Aren't you hungry?"

Xiao Bei nodded like pounded garlic: "Hungry!"

"Then why don't you go to dinner yet?" Hu Zize didn't raise his head, still concentrating on painting.

As soon as this sentence came out, Xiao Bei's face changed, and she raised her eyebrows: "This ...... Well, it's not like we've eaten together before, and you're injured, so I can't walk away by myself, right, that's not righteous. ”

As he spoke, he patted his down jacket: "I'm Xiao Bei, but I'm righteous." ”

Hearing this, the movements in Hu Zize's hand finally stopped, and he raised his head to look at Xiao Bei: "No need, one person is clean, and there will be no need in the future." ”

After that, he added: "The pencil you sharpened for me, you better take it back and use it yourself, thank you." ”