"Huh~Huh~Huh~"

Tang Lin, who was sleeping, frowned, his chest rose and fell more and more frequently, his mouth began to pant heavily, his lying body slowly rolled sideways, and then curled up, his hands against his chest clenched into fists, and the sparse afterglow that drifted in from the window illuminated Tang Lin's whitened joints and rising green tendons, as well as sweat like a spring. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bang!" As if suddenly frightened, Tang Lin's hand suddenly trembled, and the sleeping bed made an innocent protest sound.

What he opened was a pair of bloodshot and cloudy eyes, and the tears in his sockets were mixed with sweat along Tang Lin's cheeks, dripping onto the pillow one by one.

Tang Lin struggled to sit up with both hands, his left hand only grasped his heart, his tearful eyes stared out of the window, he forgot that this was the first night he was awakened, but every time he woke up, his heart seemed to be clenched in an invisible palm, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

After a long time, the sound of rapid breathing slowly eased, but Tang Lin was still motionless, the dormitory returned to its original quietness, the leaves outside the window that had just been frightened and did not dare to move, slowly swayed their bodies again, dancing in bursts of snorting, and the shadow climbed up Tang Lin's feet along the window, slowly shaking like a caressing.

Maybe an hour later, or a few hours later, Tang Lin didn't know, only knew that the street lamp outside the window "snapped" out, and the light shining in was no longer dim, and the twinkling star that was faintly visible slowly disappeared in the fish white, yes, it was dawn.

Tang Lin, who was sluggish, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, his eyes were still full of bloodshot when he reopened, but there was a trace of turbidity and a trace of essence.

Tang Lin neatly rolled out of bed, looked at the roommate who was still asleep on the bed, rubbed his tear-stained face with both hands, and gently walked to the balcony with the washbasin.

Fenglinzhai is a building of Guangshen University of the Arts in the seventies and eighties, and each dormitory has its own small bathroom, toilet and a small balcony at the back, and a self-paid washing machine is placed in the corner of the balcony. Guangshen University of the Arts was founded on March 28, 1910, during which it experienced three site moves, the last relocation in 1950, located in Shen City, Quang An Province, since its establishment, it has cultivated tens of thousands of musicians, artists, and performers, and is a well-known school in China in these three major fields.

"Da Da~," put the washbasin under the faucet, unscrew the faucet, the sound of water hitting the basin in this relatively quiet environment seems particularly loud, and then gradually from large to small, and soon the water fills the basin.

Looking at the fair-skinned but tortured almost sickly face in the mirror, Tang Lin still had that familiar but unfamiliar feeling, which may have started to appear a few days ago, or it may have been more than ten days. Or a few months, Tang Lin is not sure, in his mind, suddenly added a past that he has never experienced, although many parts of the memory are still relatively vague, but it does not prevent Tang Lin from confirming that Tang Lin in this past is not Tang Lin in the mirror now, he can't think of what it is, such thoughts often make Tang Lin doubt life, is Nan Ke a dream or Zhuang Zhou dream butterfly, Tang Lin can't tell the difference, Tang Lin has been like a walking dead at the beginning, until today it is considered to be a little normal, but now this feeling makes Tang Lin feel that he is about to go crazy。

"Wow~", Tang Lin buried his face in the water of the washbasin, hoping that his thoughts like paste could cool down, although he failed to do so, he also calmed down the boredom in his heart a little, and the heartache that he didn't know if it was true or false.

Dragging his hair that was still dripping with water, Tang Lin walked to his closet, took a dry towel and rubbed his hair, and casually threw the towel to his bed. Unlike before, today's Tang Lin chose sportswear that had never been moved, which made Tang Lin himself feel a little surprised by his changes, but this surprise was quickly ignored, because Tang Lin's inner world at this time was really mixed.

Sweatpants, sweatshirts, sneakers, soon, Tang Lin had finished dressing himself, standing in front of the bed and looking at the quilt that was a little messy by himself, the towels and pajamas that were thrown away, Tang Lin felt very unhappy for the first time, picked up the towels and pajamas and put them into the washing machine on the balcony, put the pillows into the wardrobe tray, arranged the sheets, folded the quilt, all in one go.

Fifteen minutes later, looking at the flat and neat bed in front of him, Tang Lin felt that it looked much more pleasing to the eye, and looked at the alarm clock on the desktop next to him, six and eight in the morning.

"Wood, why are you up so early?" Zhou Haoran, who was sleeping on Tang Lin's bed, said sleepily and rolled up the quilt on his body.

"Go down and breathe, and have breakfast by the way," Tang Lin said to Zhou Haoran, walked to his desk, took out the meal card from the drawer, put it in the zippered pocket and pulled it up.

"Help me and the big bird nerd bring a copy," Zhou Haoran turned sideways and put his head into the quilt again, Tang Lin saw this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said that he was powerless to resist, "Okay~".

Zhou Haoran, Tang Lin's roommate and classmate and sworn friend, eating, drinking, sleeping and playing together, more than the third escort, claiming to open a restaurant, Minchuan Hotel, there is no way to investigate, after all, it is not a blind date, and the family background does not have to understand the project. Slightly fat, with the smiling face of Maitreya Buddha, one meter seventy-four, born on March 28, 90, the youngest of the four, so it is also more cared for by the other three, and his hometown is Xiang City, Anbei Province. Vocational students, otaku, and most otaku, like most otaku, the Internet god is a real people, loves women, has a colored heart and no lustful guts, everyone understands. Introverted personality, difficulty in communicating with strangers is nightmarish, and the ridicule between friends is smooth, originally nicknamed Mouse, but after his heavyweight oppression, he was forced to change to a monkey.

Big Bird, full name Feng Peng, a rural person, may be the reason why he was young and did farm work at home, with a dark and rough face, giving people a simple feeling, but his heart is extremely sullen, strong, muscular man, one meter seventy-six, born on the fifth day of April in eight or eight years, his hometown is Zhou City, Annan Province. Because he is the oldest in the bedroom, everyone calls him Dapeng, and after getting acquainted with it, he is called more, and he slowly becomes a big bird with a little ridicule. Like Zhou Haoran, most of the time he is similar to an otaku, the gender of men and women, honest and sullen compound type, in the dormitory of four, as the role of the leading brother, the work of hooking up is basically led by him, the responsibility of righteousness, the representative of the eldest brother, and the professional household of the black pot.

Nerd, full name Wu Hao, is not a dull young man, just because Tang Lin was called wood and was not convinced, he pulled a cushion, and Wu Hao's basic form and meaning, everyone unanimously passed Tang Lin's proposal, and Wu Hao's countless protests were ruthlessly rejected. Parents are magistrates, is the enviable second generation of officials, not fat or thin, due to a long-term lack of exercise, Bai Nen scholar one, one meter seventy-three, eighty-nine years of October 30 born in Baiyun City, Quang An Province. The IQ of the dormitory is responsible, and it is basically his job to give advice, but the opportunity to perform is basically zero, which makes him often lament that he is born at the wrong time and that heroes are useless.

Wood, full name Tang Lin, parents run a private enterprise, well-off family, four sisters and brothers, the eldest, since childhood is the pearl of the family, although it is a bit exaggerated to open the mouth to stretch out the hand, but it is basically the same as the reality. 1.75 meters, weighs 65 kilograms, has an angular face, was born in November of 89 years, landed a few days later than the monkey, and ranked third in the dormitory in terms of age. Passive personality, after all, affected by family factors. Half an otaku, a lover of women, the appearance of the bedroom, his hometown is Guangyang City, Guang'an Province.

The four of them entered the School of Art of the University of the Arts of Guangshen University in September 08, and the four of them have different purposes, Zhou Haoran is out of his own little but still proud of the so-called art cells. Feng Peng just stepped into the threshold of the Academy of Arts due to the problem of the score line, and the threshold of other colleges is too high. Wu Hao is under the banner of improving his artistic vision, but in fact, he hooks up with beauties. Tang Lin was a department that he chose at random because he didn't have any purpose when applying for the exam.

The so-called millennium to sleep together, although it is a different bed, after experiencing an unforgettable military training, the four of them slowly formed a relationship with a little bit of affection, just a few soaps, and formed a Guangshen University of the Arts Fenglinzhai 301 four.

The early spring morning was still a little cold, and there were only a few sparse people trotting in the sports field at this time, and Tang Lin's arrival did not attract the attention of others.

One lap, two laps, soon, Tang Lin couldn't run, although it was a trot, it still made Tang Lin out of breath, his head was swollen, his chest hurt, and finally his feet seemed to be injected with lead, the mist that had not dissipated in the early morning wet his hair into strands of hair, and with Tang Lin's ups and downs slapped his forehead, but Tang Lin didn't have the extra physical strength to get rid of it, three laps were not half run, Tang Lin had to pinch his waist and walk slowly along the runway, at this time, the thing he wanted to do most was to lie on the runway all of a sudden, spread out his sore limbs. In Tang Lin's impression, since the junior high school entrance examination, he has not been exposed to running or other sports, and today is also a record of breaking the record in recent years.

Maybe he was infected by the slightly cold breath of early spring, or maybe he was stimulated by the long-lost exercise, Tang Lin felt a burst of relief after his body was tired, and his thoughts in the spiritual platform became rare and clear, and Tang Lin simply slowly checked his memory tapes one by one in his mind.

"Bang," Tang Lin's right elbow was suddenly hit, and the whole person stumbled, fortunately, the person on the right immediately grabbed Tang Lin's arm, but because the thoughts that were slowly flying up were interrupted, Tang Lin was still a little emotional.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," a soft and crisp voice came from his ears, like a trickle of spring water, refreshing people's hearts.