Seven tired birds

After working for nearly half a month, Fang Bin's efficiency of yard bricks has improved a lot, and he can also drink a cup of herbal tea in the interval between waiting for work, and occasionally help Master Li code a few hands. At night, the house where I slept was very hot, there were many mosquitoes, and the migrant workers in the same room were playing with money shirtless, and the house was full of swishing smell and smoke. Fang Bin took a big pu fan and found a high place to read a book, or write a few pages of notes, and occasionally write a short story or something. Fortunately, in order to prevent thieves and accidents on the construction site, the bright headlights are on all night. When you get tired of sitting, get up and walk around. On the street, under the street lamp, there are people in twos and threes enjoying the coolness, most of them are shirtless, with a pair of slippers, shaking a big fan, chatting with the gods of the world. There is an Internet café in the distance--- tired birds. Fang Bin was very moved by this chic name, thinking that he had been out for so long, he didn't know anything on the construction site, and he didn't know which universities those classmates had been admitted to, he really envied them, and really wanted to see if they still remembered themselves. Thinking like this, I involuntarily walked to the door of the Internet café.

Internet access? Friend? Behind the high counter came a middle-aged man, black-rimmed glasses, medium build, and a loyal look. walked out of the counter, took out a cigarette, and handed one to Fang Bin very casually, Fang Bin was warm, and smiled honestly, thank you, big brother, I don't smoke.

Don't smoke? Good habits. The middle-aged man paused slightly, then put a bite on his mouth, stretched out his hand, and got to know, my name is Zhang Jun, and I opened this Internet café. Fang Bin was stunned, and quickly stretched out his hand, Boss Zhang?

Ha ha...... What boss? Let's eat mixed rice, you still call me Brother Zhang. Zhang Jun smiled heartily. Fang Bin didn't twist either, he smiled, Brother Zhang is very literate, tired of flying birds? It's very poetic!

Hehe, Zhang Jun is extremely happy, hehe smiled, how can I succeed? It's all my weird girl.

Sister Ling? Fang Bin is also a pleasure, presumably Ling Mei must be a smart and brilliant girl.

That's of course. Speaking of her sister-in-law, Zhang Jun looked happy and complacent, she was just admitted to Jiangnan University this year.

Jiangnan University? Fang Bin was startled, and his voice changed tone. Zhang Junyileng, young man, are you also a student at Jiangnan University? Fang Bin felt his gaffe at this time, and quickly calmed down, no, no, shake his hand, I haven't read for a long time.

Don't you read? Zhang Jun obviously didn't believe it, took a step back and looked Fang Bin up and down a few times, telling jokes, right? Seeing that you are not very old, the black is a little darker, but you are also polite, can you do it without reading?

Fang Bin blushed, sighed, and thought that he didn't need to lie to him, so he roughly told him about his situation. Zhang Jun's face darkened when he heard this, young man, you can see that you are a man! It's hard to go out at such a young age. It's a pity that I don't study at a young age! Part-time work is not a road, and it doesn't make money to contribute. Look at your complexion, look at your face, you are not a coolie after all, don't give up, you will be the champion, as long as you have the heart, you will make a difference. Fang Bin almost burst into tears when he heard this, Brother Zhang is the best person for himself since he went out, except for Uncle Yang, in order not to let him see through it, he said while walking inside, Okay, thank you Brother Zhang.

The Internet café is very large, and when you walk in, the chill hits people. Entering the door is two rows of containers, filled with cigarettes, cold drinks, instant noodles and the like, on the left is a row of lattice rooms, there are single seats, there are also couples' rooms, on the right is the public area, dozens of computers, Fang Bin found one to sit down, opened the mailbox, there are a lot of letters from classmates. Most of them ask: Talent, Jiangnan University is good, right? A place to produce writers! Fang Bin was sad in his heart. Long Fangfang's letter made him even more sad and tearful: "Ghost Fangbin, where are you hiding?" It's been almost a month, and I've been looking for you several times at Jiangda, but I haven't found you, and there is not a word about you in the mailbox. Are you going to die in a hurry? In Fang Bin's mind, a cheerful, lively, delicate and generous, fast-talking girl appeared. She was also admitted to Jiangcheng, and she had more contact with them in high school, and she also got along. Fang Bin silently read the letters from his classmates several times, and finally closed the mailbox without writing a word. I went into the chat room and walked around, but I couldn't talk about it, and I was reluctant to pay for it, so I turned off the phone again.

How much does the twelfth machine cost? Fang Bin came to the counter to check out, Zhang Jun left early, and there was a young girl inside. She was busy on the computer, raised her head when she heard the sound, took the register and looked at it again, and smiled, your name is Fang Bin, right? Our boss said, don't take your money. Fang Bin was grateful when he heard it, but he said, thank you and thank Brother Zhang, but you open an Internet café and I pay money online, which is justified, and besides, it is useless, the friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, if you don't collect money today, I will be embarrassed to come next time. As he spoke, he pulled out the money.

So? The girl was obviously a little surprised, stood up, smiled, then I had to report to the boss truthfully, collected the money, and said sincerely, welcome to come again, I am Xiaomei, the network administrator.

Eight first acquaintances

In the fourth class, Huang Yurong looked at the huge classroom and felt helpless. Huang Yurong's class --- contemporary literary and artistic criticism, these Chinese talents are not very willing to listen, if it weren't for Huang Yurong's more or less fame in the criticism world over the years, and the people are also good-looking, I'm afraid few people will choose to look at those people---, the old lady who is old and has no fame and no influence, there are only a few poor people in a class, and it is a little chilling. There were still more than ten minutes before the end of class, and the students were already knocking on the table and flipping through the books, intentionally or unintentionally, making a loud noise. Huang Yurong stopped knowingly, pulled out the student roster, and smiled decently: The student office requires attendance in every class, I think it's not necessary, take out a pen, and walk among the students, I'm checking a part of it now, I don't know anyone, it's just that the brilliance of your name attracts me, and the students laugh, if you don't arrive, it's God's arrangement. Someone was slapping the table and cheering, it was the kind of cheer that thought it was a plan, and she was saying in her heart that it was fortunate that she didn't skip this class, and Huang Yurong was a little disdainful......

When I went to the faculty cafeteria to cook a good meal and walked back gracefully, I met a student I knew and shouted crisply, "Hello teacher." When I turned around, I heard an exaggerated shout from behind: Wow! So beautiful! Dude, who is it?

Huang Rong--- Huang Yurong smiled: The little cubs have changed their names!

After returning to the dormitory for dinner, I pulled up the recliner and slept for a while, while the computer played brisk music and the soft electric fan blew the slightly hot wind. Jiangnan University is a key university with strong faculty and deep pockets, and it is the first university in Jiangbei Province to equip teachers with personal computers above associate professor. Huang Yurong felt much better, and the sullen grievances of these days were swept away. When I woke up, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon, so I simply washed my face and went out to the library to borrow some materials. A magazine invited me to write a series of book reviews, and I was in a hurry, and I had been rushing for several days.

After working at the desk for a long time, her eyes were slightly sore, Huang Yurong gathered the hair around her ears and rubbed her eyes again. A string of pleasant music sounded briskly, and when the lid was lifted, it was a look: Liu Hongwei! The mood suddenly turned gray, as if a fly that had been driven away flew back again. I didn't answer it, but after a while, it rang again, and I turned off the phone in anger. But my mind couldn't concentrate at all, and my mind was a mess. Just stop what you're doing and wander around the internet very casually. It's full of Yankees and bin Laden, and it's really not interesting. Came to the chat room again, clicked on the fate to be you, named a woman like a poem, and suddenly a large group of idlers came up, so diligent that they were tired of it, and they didn't bother to pay attention to them.

Are women like poetry and picturesque? **Passerby kspiwt asked quietly, a line of small cerulean print. Huang Yurong's heart moved, and she subconsciously typed two words: Maybe!

Poetry can be pleasant, words, forms, may I ask which one are you? Huang Yurong was stunned: I really didn't think about it so carefully. I hesitated slightly, and before I could figure out how to answer, the small blue words jumped out again: I understand--- you don't have to be sad. Huang Yurong's heart was sour: What are you talking nonsense? I'm so happy!

That's good. I improvised a little poem and wrote it to you, so you won't laugh at me, right?

Hehe, please advise. Huang Yurong smiled in her heart: I don't know the height of the sky!

After about dusk, Huang Yurong smiled dumbly and quickly typed out a line of words: Next is: willow tips on the moon. **The passer-by didn't care about her teasing, and sent out the second sentence: Shishu went upstairs alone. Huang Yurong's eyes lit up: he was writing about himself. Let's just watch what he says.

Looking at the geese in the sky,

Leaning over the old railings.

Reminiscing about the past and cutting candles,

Wake up from a dream and feel cold.

The past passes away with the wind,

See sunny days again.

Hehe, I'm wrinkling, chatting with you and laughing.

Reading the last sentence, Huang Yurong's tears flowed down. Pull a piece of paper with your left hand and wipe your eyes, and tap the keyboard with your right hand: No! You really write very well. I was very impressed. Thank you. Can you choose a name?

You're welcome. The small blue words jumped out quickly, "My name is Fang Bin, I rarely chat online, and I haven't taken any name." I feel like you're a little upset and want to comfort you. What kind of name do you think I should choose? By the time I said this, the passerby had changed his name to my usual name. Huang Yurong's heart moved: This is a very simple and stable man.

Very good, your name is plain and not ostentatious at all. Can you tell me what you do in a certain location? Huang Yurong regretted it as soon as she finished typing this line: What is this like her usual indifferent and arrogant self? Fang Bin didn't answer for a long time, Huang Yurong was a little stupid, and said coldly: If you don't want to answer, forget it.

No! Fang Bin was separated for a while, I was afraid of scaring you back.

Hehe, you think I'm a child, huh? Huang Yurong smiled, besides, are you a wanted criminal on the Internet?

Not really. Fang Bin paused, it's a little unkind for you to guess me, hehe. I'm in Jiangcheng,

It's an outsider, just a small coolie on a construction site. Scares the hell out of you, right?

This result was something Huang Yurong didn't expect, and she was stunned for a long time, no. How old are you?

21. Thank you for not looking down on me. In front of Huang Yurong's eyes, a shy and self-respecting young man seemed to emerge, and she whispered: So young, you should sit in a university classroom? I look at you, you have a lot of aura. Typing this line, Huang Yurong quietly leaned on the armrest and waited for him. But I haven't seen his answer for a long time, and I can't help asking: Are you there? What happened to you?

At. After a while, a long article jumped out: college, isn't it the yearning of every young person! However, when you see the whole day facing the loess with their backs to the sky, saving money and working hard, but they can't make up nearly 10,000 yuan a year for tuition and living expenses, looking at the elderly parents Yue Yi's old face, rickety waist, and pickled vegetables and radishes with clear soup and little water on the small dining table, can you still sit comfortably in the spacious and bright university classroom? In my pocket, I carried the admission letter of the Chinese Department of Jiangnan University. Huang Yurong's heart suddenly ached, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Is there no other way? For example, you can work while going to school, and you can apply for student loans.

I don't know. I told my old father that I didn't get in, and I couldn't bear to let him know that I didn't have the money to go to college. In addition, the loan can only solve part of the problem, and the family still has to bear a large burden. Huang Yurong let out a long sigh and pretended to be relaxed and said: Hey! Why don't you ask me who I am? Where is it?

I don't ask. If you reassure me, you will tell me; If you are not at ease, it is useless to ask.

At a young age, you are very sophisticated. Huang Yurong smiled with tears, and slowly, I am in Shanxi, engaged in writing work. Is Jiangnan University in Jiangcheng? Ah, I lived there for a few years more than a decade ago, and now it's changed a lot, right? I really miss the mountains of Jiangcheng, the water of Jiangcheng, and the famous Jiangcheng fish.

Am I sophisticated? Fang Bin smiled happily, I'm worried that you will treat me as a hairy child. It's a pity that I haven't been in Jiangcheng for a long time, and I'm not familiar with the beautiful Jiangcheng, so I can't give you a detailed description of the style of Jiangcheng.

It's okay, just tell me about the situation near your construction site--- I really miss my second home all night. Huang Yurong laughed while knocking: When did you become a sad wanderer who can lie?

Good. Fang Bin recounted very happily: The construction site where I am located is located in Mingzhuo Road, Jiangcheng, which is a dormitory of a certain bureau, which is very large, and it is planned to build 12 floors, and now it has reached the fifth floor. Looking at the turtle and snake in the distance, the bridge is like a rainbow; Your Excellency Qingchuan, the grass is sad, Yueyang is upstairs, and the white clouds are long. Nearby, the alleys are like flowers, and the people and citizens have moved cool beds and bamboo chairs, shaking pu fans, and gossiping about mulberry hemp. There is a very chic place on the side of the road--- tired bird Internet café. Today, it was this chic name that attracted me to meet you quite by chance.

Huang Yurong smiled proudly, thank you. Your writing is very good. See the sunny day again--- you can't give up.

Thank you too. Fang Bin said sincerely. More than two hours passed unconsciously, and I felt a little guilty when I thought about spending a month's oil and salt money on my father in one fell swoop.

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