It's snowing, the first snow in the coastal city. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info snowflakes fell from the windless sky one by one, and the world suddenly became quiet.

Lawyer Gu Jingchen sat in his office, watching the snowflakes fall quietly from the sky, and a touch of warm emotion suddenly rose in his heart. Taking advantage of this inexplicable emotion, he seemed to see a soft and warm picture appear in front of him—in a claustrophobic space, his beloved girl was sipping tea and talking to herself. As she spoke, the girl smiled lightly. He thought her smile was beautiful, so he wanted to lean over and kiss her. It's a pity that as soon as he raised his eyes, the picture disappeared.

But why is this the case? How does that girl look a little like the elementary school girl in the Northern University of Engineering and Technology? Gu Jingchen felt that he must have been under too much pressure at work, or else he would have thought of the girl he had only met a few times? Besides, that girl is not a national beauty, the moment she stands at the door of the guest house, she is like the Cinderella in the story, very helpless, but pitiful. The word Cinderella touched Gu Jingchen, and he suddenly felt that he should go and see the girl, if nothing else, she had arranged for her to live in the academy's guest house, and he had the obligation to track her performance there.

With this high-sounding excuse, Gu Jingchen decided to go to Shui Ning after the snow was over.

There were few pedestrians in the snow, and Shui Ning, Ge Linglan, Zhang Yi, and Fu Zheng walked on the gradually thickening snow, bought a day's food from the commissary, and planned to spend Sunday in the dormitory.

The four girls played poker for a while and checkers for a while before the clock pointed to 9:30 a.m. The air in the room seemed to be saturated, and everyone's emotions were stirred.

I went to chat with a few friends, and Shui Ning couldn't help but say, which one is going with me?

Is there a revolution, Ah Q? Zhang Yi stopped plucking the guitar and said with a smile, I think it's better to "click", she made a photo action. Or, go to the library. Didn't our professors of advanced mathematics take you as a role model and teach everyone to love knowledge, especially to read poetry and books!

As soon as Shui Ning wanted to pick up the stubble, Fu Zheng rushed to say, I said Zhang Yi, you usually go to the library with the third sister, but you have read so many books, and when you talked to people a few days ago, you said that the authentic white bird is a bird without a tail, don't you know that people are writers, can writers have tails? Even a person like me wants to say that you are uneducated.

Isn't he a strange bird? Zhang Yi said, who doesn't know that he is a Japanese dramatist, and it is precisely because he is a person that he took the name of a bird, so I said that he is a bird without a tail, does he have a tail? He doesn't have a tail.

Oh, so you're a tall demon! Fu Zheng exaggeratedly approving.

Okay, I digressed, and Ge Linglan on the side said impatiently, who wants to shoot the snow scene and raise his hand. Gilly was knitting a sweater just now, and she always liked to hide quietly in bed and knit a wool jacket, and wear a pair of short-sighted glasses with large lenses. Fu Zheng thinks that this image is very similar to the wolf grandmother in fairy tales, so she sometimes calls her the wolf grandmother's sister. However, Ge Linglan is very aura in photography, and liking to take pictures is her weakness, as soon as she heard Zhang Yi say that she wanted to take pictures, she couldn't hold her breath.

Zhang Yi watched as Gu Linglan took out a phoenix license plate camera from the suitcase and felt a little surprised. Usually the boss dresses very low-key, but I didn't expect to have such a good camera. So he said, big baby, you can also carry a painting clip on your back at the same time, and draw a freehand in the ice and snow, we are all small landscapes in the freehand.

Then I'm going to be a zombie, said Gully, and it's so cold.

You don't want to jump into our sleep at night! Zhang Yi said that artists are crazy and grotesque, and there is an artist who committed suicide because he could not get the liberation of human nature? And they say that he is the purest romantic; There is also the painter Ma Yuan of the Yuan Dynasty, known as the one who is half a horn of the horse, who always paints some broken ones when he paints mountains and rivers and trees, when someone asks him why, he says it is because the Song Dynasty is gone, the rivers and mountains are broken, how strange are these people? Three babies, am I right?

I don't dare to agree, Shui Ning said, I can only say that artists are the kind of people who use wisdom and aura to climb life.

You see how tasteful the third sister is in talking - climbing life, Fu Zheng also said, but the second sister, you are always off topic, did you just say that you are not educated, you just want to show your talent and let everyone change their opinion of you? Now I declare in public that our classmate Zhang Yi is a very cultured person, okay. Didn't you say to go and take pictures? I raise my hands, and I can add my feet if I want!

you, Zhang Yi said to Fu Zheng, aren't you just an animal when you use your hands and feet?

Fu Zheng grimaced: Human beings were animals at the beginning. And I've been wondering, was man really an ape in the first place? Could it be that there are many people who have half a pig's face, or a dog's leg, or a lion's ear, before they have evolved to understand?

Hahaha...... Zhang Yi smiled and leaned back, she pointed at Fu Zheng and said, I declare that Fu Zheng's mind has turned a corner, and she is about to enter the fifth dimension, and mortals will soon be unable to communicate with her.

Isn't it impossible? Nature is so mysterious, human beings may not have figured out its veins until now, who knows if there is another dimension behind us, and if there are people who are laughing like us? Or maybe we are the projection of human beings in another dimension on the earth!

Zhang Yi laughed even harder: Fu Zheng, it's really condescending that you didn't go to be a scientist. Let's go! She pulled Fu Zheng off the bed.

When I went out, the snowflakes were already flying very quickly and chaotically, and they had long lost their previous lightness and softness. The wind was blowing, and the snow accumulated on the branches of the trees was blown to pieces, and it invaded the girls' eyes intensively, making it impossible to take pictures of the snow scenes. So, everyone simply rolled the small snowball in their hands into a big snowball, and then piled up the big snowball to become a snowman, and then found pine and cypress branches to talk to their hands, used pine needles to make eyebrows and beards, and then used two soda bottle caps as eyes.

When the four of them finally stood neatly in front of the snowman to admire their masterpiece, lunch had already begun, as the seniors were striding towards the cafeteria with the guys serving the rice. They don't like their classmates to grab food, and their lunch has already been prepared in the dormitory. However, everyone's greatest reverence for the seniors is their image when they eat:

Like a wolf and a tiger, it is the right thing to do.

After a hasty lunch, and a little more rambling, everyone felt that their upper and lower eyelids were not listening, and the desire was to sleep well—they had been in the snow for too long, and their limbs were protesting.

The god of sleep never discounted the time with these young girls, and she came so quickly that almost everyone fell asleep. As they lazily climbed out of the warm quilt, they found that the snow had stopped outside the window, and an old full moon was moored at the window—the night god had been knocking on the door and window for a long time.

With such a strong wind, guess there will be a fire somewhere? Zhang Yi suddenly burst out.

Have you been infected by Fu Zheng? How to think always to the crappy place to spread the leaves, beware of unfounded worries. Gregory said with disgust.

Zhang Yi stuck out his tongue and didn't take a stubble.

Shui Ning was reading a copy of Mark Twain's The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. This is a new edition of the book, and there is no place for it in the library, which claims to be 100,000 books, and she bought it from the bookstore, and in order to buy the book, she has scaled back this month's meal plan. The pain of life once pricked her nerves at the moment of making a decision, but when she thought of Mark Twain's predecessors' brilliant pen, she immediately smiled and comforted herself: The spiritual food you get may nourish you, until one day you can also stand at the height of a wise man, and that day, you will smile and say to all sentient beings: Brothers and sisters, walking on a road requires hardships, including the tribulation of the body.

I also feel that the wind is blowing too strongly, Fu Zheng said.

You should be called prophets, said Gully of the Valley, I beg you to look at the clock, it's a little faster, and tomorrow there will be "Fundamentals of Photography."

Why hasn't there been a Script Writing class? Shui Ning put down the book and said while watching Yue'er sink westward.

Sleep, sleep, what script writing, do your good dreams, Zhang Yi said, you don't want to think, if we can afford to open so many courses, why make a two-year major? What's more, there are so many playwrights writing scripts across the country, is it our turn to join with professional standards?

You obviously didn't go through your brain, Ge Linglan said, I don't know if you always watch the current TV series, Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas are much better than mainland dramas, and American dramas are much better. The actors in mainland dramas don't seem to have come out of the drama, stage plays, and the performance characteristics of the old dramas in the past, the characters are too unbearable, and the plots are full of flaws, slow rhythm, and chaotic logic...... If the three of us really learn to write scripts in the future and join the ranks of those so-called playwrights, maybe it will bring them spring.

Spring? Zhang Yi said that if each of us can bring the spring we want to sow to the place we want to go, will we still need to worry about finding a job in the future?

Okay, okay, sisters, about the TV series, let's stop here, I'm too sleepy, let's sleep. Fu Zheng said.

Without Script Writing, our studies would be imperfect, Shui Ning said. But no one answered for a long time, and it turned out that the three girls had fallen asleep again. She was in a daze thinking about the original intention of studying television, and always thought that she should learn to learn playwriting, but recently she searched the library of the college and every corner of the city, and did not find a complete collection of contemporary plays, only a few old plays by Mr. Cao Yu, which were placed in the corner of the library, like some long-forgotten legends.

I don't know when, Shui Ning heard footsteps outside the door, so loud that it was like a storm beating on the window lattice, and it was mixed with the noise of talking. Just as she opened her misty eyes in disbelief, someone knocked on their door eagerly.

Who? Zhang Yi sat up suddenly, his voice filled with half fear and great annoyance. She has always had a quick temper.

We are from the student union, let's check if anyone is lost in your dormitory? A boy's voice.

In the darkness, Shui Ning subconsciously covered his head and said, Second sister, don't let him in.

However, Zhang Yi had already turned on the fluorescent lamp and said to the door angrily, there are only four of us, and the rest is air and breath, do you want to weigh them for you?

You can ask him what happened? Shui Ning whispered to Zhang Yi, who was walking towards the door.

Ah yes, Zhang Yi stopped while wiping his sleepy eyes: You have to explain the reason, why do you check the house at this time?

There was silence at first. After a while, a girl's voice said that there was a two-story dance hall in the western suburbs that caught fire, burning more than 100 people, and the courtyard was worried that some of our students would be inside, so ......