When I was in college, there was a street outside the west gate of the school, and the name was Red Light Street.

In fact, it is a dirty and messy snack street, no one knows the name, just because many stores have red lanterns hanging in front of them, and over time, there is such an elegant and popular name.

The Faculty of Humanities once organized a debate about whether the name Red Lantern Street was elegant or vulgar, and a scholar surprised the audience with a few ancient poems.

I just remember one of them, "The small print returns home, just in time for the red light last night." ”

Many universities have such streets, at five or six o'clock in the morning, the smoke and fire are diffused on the street, the smell of fried dough sticks and soy milk, in the morning light, cat's claws like scratching hungry people, and the sound of the morning exercise of the drama club wafts in the air.

In the evening, the aroma of charcoal fire and barbecue meat becomes the main theme, spicy Sichuan-scented crayfish and boiling fish, narrow corridors between red lanterns, and small hotels with various rental advertisements have left the memories of youth one after another.

The name of the wind and dust, the hustle and bustle of fireworks, in the college days, there is a unique and charming atmosphere. The wind and snow are hidden in the fireworks and dust, and the bustling college students are singing Beyo

D's song, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the girl in a revealing low-cut short skirt passing by, and his eyes followed the writhing ass like a worm, squirming a little towards the end of the side street.

We are one of them.

Me, Ah B, Xia Yun, Little Sheep. In order to celebrate that Ah B and I successfully rented a house and became a renting army of people who broke away from the dormitory, Ah B was the east, and the four of us ate crayfish in a small shop on Red Light Street, and Ah B also ordered a few bottles of wine.

The little sheep's name is Yang Xiaole, one of the eight beauties of the school, and the other identity is Xia Yun's classmate and roommate.

Because she spoke in a delicate voice, she was good-looking and a little plump, so Ah B gave her this nickname, at first Yang Xiaole was very unhappy, and when she saw Ah B, she hit once at a time, and Ah B was in line with the principle of "don't fight back, don't change your mouth", the wild boar arched the ground and carried it to death, and finally, finally arched to the cabbage of the little fat sheep.

Speaking of which, the two of them got to know each other thanks to the historic meeting between me and Xia Yun at the exhibition.

The scale of the exhibition was not large, at best it was just a tour of student paintings, but it coincided with the change of the student union, and the newly appointed publicity committee members added a charity sale link to the exhibition, and carried out several tours in the dormitories with great fanfare, and the momentum gradually increased.

Ah B's comic version of "Night Talk in the Boys' Dormitory" created by him in the exhibition naturally aroused the curiosity of many girls, coupled with the secret competition of several potential admirers and the promotion of boys, several of Ah B's paintings turned from charity sales to auctions.

While the publicity committee was temporarily acting as an auctioneer in the lobby, a girl with a ponytail stopped in front of my painting and bent down to approach the drawing board. The library hall that served as an exhibition was not too big, and hundreds of student works were divided into two rows, and my paintings were placed in the lower row, and I had to bow down or crouch down to look closely.

She should be looking for the author's name. I felt a little satisfied, and pretended to walk over unintentionally, and pointed to a few leaves on the drawing board, "Here it is." "My name is hidden there.

"Oh see, thank you." She didn't look back, just thanked me with a little reserve, and then carefully read my somewhat scribbled cursive signature.

As if he was grabbed by something invisible, his head suddenly went blank, and his mouth suddenly became a little dry.

She's the girl I painted!

"Road...... Yan Chen ......" She read it word by word, with some surprise in her eyes, and then couldn't help laughing. She stood up, turned her head to notice my presence, pursed her lips and nodded, that kind of way of showing kindness when strangers meet by chance, nothing more.

But in the next second, her expression changed a little. Her brow furrowed, her head tilted, as if she remembered something, she raised her hand and pointed at me, looked at my painting again, and a smile suddenly bloomed on her face.

"It's you!"

"Is that you?"

We said in unison. However, I just recognized her as the heroine of my painting, and her meaning was one more layer.

"That day...... Thank you for keeping me out of the rain. She laughs.

"Keeping out the rain?" I was stunned.

"Didn't you give me the sketchpad?" She asked me.

"Ah, you said that day, that girl was you?" I was surprised and asked, "You're the school girl?" ”

The school girl went to the second studio to deliver the drawing board but didn't find me, and this matter spread in the boys' dormitory building. It's just that my reflex arc is a bit long, although the name Xia Yun is like thunder, but what the owner of this name looks like, I have never paid attention to it, and there will be no intersection.

Today is the official seat.

Hearing the words "school flower", she burst out laughing.

She is so beautiful when she laughs, in the words of her mentor, only the beauties in ancient paintings are worthy of the description of "looking forward to life, beautiful eyes", but at this moment, I think the mentor is wrong.

"yes, I'm the school girl." She responded generously, not embarrassed at all, "You were painting in the park that day, I saw it, but I didn......'t expect it" She turned her head to look at the girl on the drawing board, this gouache sketch is not a sketch, in the treatment of the characters, it is not fine, but it is just an artistic conception. But the girl's green shirt and white pants made her recognize that I was drawing her.

"yes, I didn't expect you to draw it." I tacitly accepted the second half of the sentence.

Sometimes I think that people will meet many people in their lives, and they will form an increasingly dense web like connecting threads. But fate will secretly guide you and make you notice one of them, so that the connecting line between you will become closer and closer with the connection, communication, and interaction between the two people.

Ah B, no, after the whole dormitory knew that I got to know the school flower, it was almost explosive, and they gave me tips one after another, asking me to use all kinds of means to promote the friendship between the two dormitories.

The reason is very simple, it is rumored that the six girls in the school flower dormitory are all class flowers and department flowers, and the suitors are surging, but it seems that no one dares to chase her as the school flower.

But it doesn't matter, because there are a few guys in the dorm, and their target is the schoolgirl's roommate.

As the saying goes, "the first strike is strong, and the last one is no girl", with the innate conditions of me, who know the school flower, it seems that the remaining girls, they will be caught.

But they all forgot the crucial point.

I just knew her.

At the beginning, it was really just an acquaintance, and my intuition told me that my feelings for her were only based on aesthetics, appreciation and yearning for beautiful things, and ...... With such a little primitive instinct, I don't have any other thoughts at all except that I want to find an opportunity to let her be my model and paint a few of her sketches or oil paintings.

The reason is simple.

On the one hand, Xia Yun is recognized as the head of the eight school flowers, and she is also the figure of the student union, and she also presided over the preparation of the drama club and the Latin club.

On the other hand, I still think about Chen Yiyao, and I can't be sorry for her.

But that doesn't stop her from becoming the second heroine to appear in my paintings after Chen Yiyao.

It also did not prevent Ah B from successfully climbing the small mountain bag of the little fat sheep with the help of Chen Yiyao's branch.

The neighborhood behind the red light street is the kind of old-fashioned house that is used for long-term or short-term rentals for college couples. We rented a two-bedroom apartment, the living room was small, with only a dining table and a few chairs, and the two bedrooms were facing the door, separated by a narrow hallway.

No matter how small it is, it's bigger than a dormitory, and the freedom of a caged bird to get rid of its shackles can't be exchanged for anything.

Sharing a two-bedroom apartment was a suggestion from Ah B, and I originally rejected it in my heart. His purpose is very clear to me, the little sheep is a mountain he focuses on, and he must be fully prepared for the moment when he finally captures the fortress.

Whether it's material, spiritual, or house.

For this reason, he also violated the original choice of art candidates, refused the family's suggestion to let him learn finance so that he could inherit the property after graduation, and threw down a sentence of "never spend a penny of the family", and cried with his mother bitterly, and got a rental fund.

So I didn't pay for this house, and when I moved in......

It's not so reassuring either.

It's not that the relationship with Ah B is bad, but that the sound insulation of the house is too poor, and the little sheep is too loud.

Big enough for me to ......

Looking at Xia Yun's gaze, it became more and more impure.