Time is like flowing water, and college life, whether sweet or bitter, will be packaged into memories. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a senior year, the sheets are white, the mosquito net is long, and the first love letter has not been sent.

is in his senior year, and the scarf that the girl has worked so hard to knit has not had time to put on his neck, and he has to helplessly draw an end to his ignorant first love.

It's a senior year, and I accidentally hurt someone on the basketball court, and the other party politely said that it doesn't matter, you're also a freshman.

It's a senior year, and the porcelain basin issued before military training is already full of "eyes", watching the chicks who are about to enter the society.

It's a senior year, and everyone is silent, and the silence now is accumulating energy for the hustle and bustle of parting.

I was in my senior year, and I suddenly found that my classmates were still so strange.

It's a senior year, and when I saw my younger brothers and sisters hurriedly occupying seats, I couldn't help but smile slightly.

When taking a taxi, the driver's uncle said that the number of graduates will reach a new high this year, and finding a job is a big problem.

Everyone is thinking about the future.

Yin Deji continued to help his uncle work in the dirty and messy Yunshang Sichuan restaurant, as always, he was infatuated with Brother Mei, and occasionally dreamed of becoming the first Sichuan chef in Beijing.

I said you should eat fat, you see that most of the celebrity chefs are fat, which one is as lean as you, you should eat more if you have nothing to do. He said that the chef was not fat because he ate secretly, but because he was tired and had irregular work and rest.

Geng Hao is moving towards the direction of a new painter, and has been invited to participate in many international art exhibitions, and has also been invited to Spain and France. still doesn't pay attention to Brother Mei's courtesy.

His most famous group of freehand oil paintings is called "Secret Love", a total of seven, each painting is a fair lady with long hair flowing and wearing a blue dress, the woman has no facial features, but I know that she is Fu Wenxin, and the seven paintings represent the seven years since we met in the first year of high school.

That time, I looked at "Secret Love", shook my head meaningfully and said to Geng Hao, ten years of life and death, but we are not dead, the word "love" is really a scourge of people.

He said that it is better to forget each other than to be silent, and only by being silent can we show the preciousness of some things, and some things will not be lost if they are not obtained, and there is no pity.

Looking at this infatuation, I was deeply touched.

Lu Zejun is studying for a bachelor's degree and a master's degree, and is about to enter a graduate course, running to the mine every day to do projects with his senior brother and mentor, and there is a salary every month, and he invites us to eat on time after the salary is paid, and he gets drunk in the tavern of Wudaokou, and whistles at the beauties on the street, as if dreaming back to his youth, we are back to Qiaobian Town.

It's just that his secret lover refuses to reveal it to us from beginning to end, and he has a good time at the party, and as long as his partner sends a text message, he definitely values his friends and turns his back on us to meet each other.

We often force each other to die and ask him to reveal his secret lover, but this guy is too able to hold his breath and not say whether he lives or dies.

Aunt Miao's daughter, Xu Lu, has returned from her studies in the UK to work at the National Center for Disease Control and Prevention. She has a deep love for Lu Zejun, and calls Lu Zehuan every day when she is in the UK.

Because the British time zone is seven or eight hours behind Beijing time, sometimes she doesn't grasp the time well, which makes Lu Zejun angry.

After a party until two o'clock in the morning, Xu Lu called from the UK, and Lu Zejun lost his temper with her on hands-free, saying What are you calling so late, don't call in the future. Maybe Lu Zehuan's tone was a little heavy, and Xu Lu was sobbing over there.

After hanging up the phone, I said to Lu Zejun, "If you don't like it, be nice to others, there's no need to lose your temper so much."

So we are more interested in his secret lover, everyone thinks that Xu Lu, this girl is so good, he can't look down on it, how high is his secret lover, is it Fan Bingbing, Gao Yuanyuan or Megan? Fox poor.

Later, Brother Mei took us to Aunt Miao's house for a few more gatherings, and Aunt Miao's enthusiasm was undiminished, and every time Lu Zehuan found various reasons to prevaricate and say that she couldn't go.

As soon as she arrived at Aunt Miao's house, Xu Lu always searched for Lu Zehuan's shadow in the crowd, and every time she was disappointed, no matter how Yuan Zheng teased her, she didn't speak.

Mei Ge's cold noodle shop is thriving, and he is preparing to open a second Sichuan Meizi cold noodle shop and move towards a chain. This girl among us was the first to get rich and upgraded to a small boss. At that time, she was full of infinite affection for Beijing.

We went to eat some cold noodles from time to time, and she was so happy that she was afraid that we would give money. She said that you poor students, forget it, sister supports you, Brother Mei's image is extremely noble in an instant.

Fu Wenxin doesn't need to worry about the future, her family has everything that makes her take off, as long as she is willing, it is not a problem to go abroad to continue to build or even settle abroad.

I asked her what she planned to do after graduation, but she didn't answer and asked me what I was going to do.

I said I would like to work in publishing and media in Beijing.

Sometimes there is no room for planning for the future, and just as I am about to graduate, something happens that makes me cry and laugh.

That morning, Yang Chenjun turned over and kicked the quilt into a hole, and the cotton wool residue inside leaked out, all of which were fiber chips, accompanied by a strong smell.

He said angrily, "Brothers, something is wrong with this cotton wool." ”

I looked at Yuan Zheng and determined that this was black-hearted cotton. Then we tore open our quilt, which was like cotton wool, and if we looked closely, we could make out old towels, mop cloth, and gauze bandages.

I said, "Remember the incoming freshmen who had occasional outbreaks of itchy skin, upper respiratory tract infections, and pneumonia from the beginning of their freshman year?" This happened to our next and next freshmen, when the medical staff checked the cafeteria and the water source, but they didn't find a problem, and it turned out that the culprit was here. ”

"What then?" Yuan Zheng asked.

"We have to figure out if it's just a black-hearted cotton in the quilt in our dormitory, or if the whole school is like this."

Yang Chenjun said: "At that time, the school issued it uniformly, and I estimate that all of them were recruited. So, don't we all have acquaintances? Check out the other dorms separately. ”

The test turned out to be just as we expected, the quilt was full of fucking black-hearted cotton.

"We have to take care of this matter, and our fundamental interests are involved." Yuan Zheng said.

"How?" Yang Chenjun asked.

I said, "Yuan Zheng, you take some samples of this cotton wool and go to Xu Lu, isn't she in the CDC?" Ask her to help us test whether the cotton wool is up to standard, and see if she can be interviewed by me as a CDC staff member. ”

"Okay, no problem, I'll do it right away." After speaking, Yuan Zheng picked up a few pieces of cotton wool, wrapped them in a plastic bag and left.

"Junjun, you gather the students, write a statement, and get the most students to sign the statement."

"Good! Do it right away. ”

I called Fu Wenxin to tell her the news, and she ripped the quilt open and found that the quilt was also black-hearted cotton.

She said that it is no wonder that many girls have itchy skin as soon as they arrive at the liberal arts university, and they can't find the reason, and today they finally know what happened.

I told her to put the quilt away and not use it, but not to throw it away, and to keep the evidence.

Then I called Fang Xiao and told her the ins and outs of the matter.

An hour later, all the staff of Chao magazine gathered in the conference room, and Professor Zhuang was also present, who attended as a consultant to the magazine, and he helped to advise on any major matters of the magazine.

I first stated the fact that the school purchased black-hearted cotton, and several of them said that the facts were true, and that after going to college, I had inexplicable itchy skin and sore throat, but as soon as I left the dormitory, the symptoms lessened and disappeared.

"At the moment, I haven't gotten the results from any official agency, but I have invited a staff member from a state agency to publish the results of the batting test in my personal capacity," I said. ”

Everyone fell into deep thought, and no one spoke, all thinking about whether this incident "Tide" should be announced.

If it is announced, what kind of public situation will schools face, and what kind of situation will magazines face?

If it is not announced, is there still a need for "Tide" to exist? Didn't the founders create it to give students a platform for fair discussion? Didn't we join this magazine in the first place to fulfill the mission of fairness and justice?

Zhu Zhen, a man with nose hair, was full of passion and said in a very non-standard southern Mandarin: "I want to express my opinion, although I have written some inconsistencies for vanity before, I have always had a passionate heart in my heart. I love the University of Liberal Arts, and I love the magazine and all of you, and graduate school is about to graduate, and this is my last year at Tide. Because I love the school and everyone, I personally believe that we must be realistic! Report this objectively and fairly! ”

Professor Zhuang had been quietly meditating, when he spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, Chao Magazine is yours, and I am just attending this meeting as a consultant. I have also been young, and I am as energetic and passionate as you, and I would like to state the basic situation to you, and I hope you will know more about the facts before making a decision. As far as I know, when the logistics office purchased new supplies that year, all the new bids were recruited, because the logistics office changed the leader, and this leader was the principal's brother-in-law. I conclude my statement. ”

Everyone was silent for a moment.

We all know that someone has to bear the consequences and responsibility for reporting this privately.

I stood up and said, "I will write the report and sign it, and I will affirm that Chao is only a platform to publish my manuscript, and this manuscript has nothing to do with anyone else." ”

Fang Xiao said: "Let's raise our hands to vote, and those who agree to report the school's black-hearted cotton incident should raise their hands." ”

Except for Professor Zhuang, all the staff raised their hands.

We all set our eyes on Professor Zhuang and looked forward to it.

A foreboding premonition hung over his face, and finally, slowly and apprehensively, he raised his right hand.