In a blink of an eye, two weeks have passed since the welcome party, and the countdown to 2014 has begun.

The autumn in Xianlin City has gradually deepened, and there are only a few leaves left on the Wutong Avenue, representing the cold dew and frost of autumn, I don't know how long it has been, and Tang Yu, who has changed into winter clothes, often mutters about the heavy snow and snow.

"Ah, the west wind is bleak, I can't help but be prosperous, how about writing an article?"

Tang Yu, who was standing on the balcony, spread his hands wide, like a titanic, and let out a long roar.

"Hey, big brother, don't scream, who are you scared, hurry up and close the door, it's cold!"

Picking up his pillow and smashing it at Tang Yu is smashing.

"Oops!"

With a painful cry, Tang Yu subconsciously caught the pillow that was thrown out by his head.

"Meow meow?"

"Why should I take it?"

Tang Yu, who had a black question mark on his face, was about to throw the pillow downstairs with his backhand.

However, Wang Chang on the bed is too cruel, and his Pad is still in his hand.

I was instigated.

I had to be motioned by Wang Chang's eyes to obediently send the pillow back.

"You're still thriving, and you still remember a few words in your composition!"

"Don't look down on people with your melon skin, I'll write it to you today!"

was so provoked by Wang Chang, Tang Yu suddenly became anxious, snatched the Pad that was playing the TV series in his hand, adjusted it to the Word interface, and began to write hard.

"Really?"

This scene made Wang Chang, who was hiding in the quilt, stunned for a moment.

This is the first time he has seen Tang Yu take the initiative to pick up the pen and say that he wants to write something, he has changed, it is terrible, he has to buy a lottery ticket in the afternoon, and he will win if he is not sure.

"Squeak~"

The sound of pushing the door sounded, and Yang Mobai and Mao Qianpei walked in one after the other.

"Lao Wang, what are you doing?"

Before entering the dormitory, Yang Mobai was stunned, Wang Chang, who was lying on the top bunk, was wrapped like a caterpillar, the key is that most of this caterpillar is hanging in the air at this time.

Yang Mobai was really worried that he would fall down if he was careless, and then he would really become an angel with his face on the ground.

"Oh, help me, I can't get up!"

was said by Yang Mobai, Wang Chang was really a little tired, and the whole person had a tendency to lean forward, but because the quilt was wrapped too tightly, he couldn't exert his strength at all, and it was a luxury to retract his body or something.

Wang Chang, who didn't want his handsome face to be ruined in Tang Yu's hands, hurriedly asked for help.

"It's time for you to lose weight!"

Mao Qianpei, who raised her hand and dragged Wang Chang, couldn't help but say.

"Ah hey, I'm 61 good, where is the weight, this is the weight of the quilt!"

After rolling around the bed and removing the quilt on his body, Wang Chang stiffened a carp, quickly got out of bed, and pretended to compare the movements of two bodybuilders, in order to show his strong physique.

"Well, it's good if you're happy, what's wrong with Tang Yu like this? We don't even look up when we come back? Angry? ”

Mao Qianpei, who didn't intend to argue with Wang Chang, nodded, and curiously pointed to Tang Yu, who was lying on the table and writing hard, and asked.

"It's really smeared on the wall!"

Pouted, Wang Chang, who played a homophonic stalk, retold the cause of the incident.

"That's good, I'll see how Lao Tang wrote, but he was also the fifteenth in Bashu at the beginning, so it shouldn't be too bad!"

Yes, don't look at the ghost of Tang Yu's hanger, he entered Xianlin University with the fifteenth place in Bashu Province, and the college entrance examination essay is still a full score!

The three people of 510 all knew about this, and they didn't doubt that Tang Yu had the ability to write a good article, but after Wang Chang saw it, this product was obviously said casually, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

After listening to Wang Chang's words, Yang Mobai immediately smiled.

It's rare for Tang Yu to take the initiative to write something, and this matter must be supported!

Three or two steps walked to Tang Yu's side, stretched his neck to look at the screen of the Pad.

"Heavy Snow! Well, it's quite appropriate, today is the heavy snow of the 24th solar term! ”

After complimenting, Yang Mobai continued to look down.

In a trance, it is already the season of heavy snow, just as the ancients said: "The big one, Sheng Ye, so far and the snow is Sheng".

In ancient times, heavy snow was divided into three phases, "one is when the gulls do not sing; Second, the tiger begins to intersect; Three Hou Li stood out. "There are only three of the 24 solar terms left, and after the heavy snowfall, it will be the winter solstice.

"Huh?"

Hearing Yang Mobai read this, Wang Chang couldn't help but sigh lightly, the text was like this, Tang Yu seemed to be really ready to write, Wang Chang couldn't help but prick up his ears and continue to listen to Yang Mobai.

Now living in Jinling, no snow, the first cold, is already a winter coat tightly wrapped, walking outside and thinking about the interior, around the fireplace to place wine, talk about the ancient and modern, think about it should be excellent.

Looking at the withered branches outside the house with the wind, my unconscious thoughts also flew away with the whistling west wind.

Ancient Shu hometown, at this time the day should be still warm, although it is almost a cold winter, farming is afraid that it is still right, I haven't seen it for a long time, I don't know if the old father who is far away in his hometown is still doing farming? Is the old tree at the head of the village still there? Is the smoke still curling in front of the door? Are captive chickens and ducks fat? It's the twilight of the year, and the good times of the year are about to pass, can the friends who left their hometown want to return tonight?

"Go on, why did you stop?"

Just as he was listening, suddenly Yang Mobai's voice stopped, and Wang Chang subconsciously urged.

"It's gone!"

"Gone?"

Spread his hands, Yang Mobai said that he couldn't do anything, and the author Kavin was scratching his ears and cheeks, no way.

"I've been holding it for so long, and I'm stuck before the three hundred words arrive, I know you can't do it!"

Yo, Wang Chang's words are ruthless enough, how can a man say no?

"Bang!"

Tang Yu immediately became angry, and slapped the pen in his hand on the table!

The sudden sound startled the three of them.

Wang Chang almost thought that Tang Yu was angry, and was about to explain, but he saw Tang Yu push the Pad forward, spread the whole person on the chair, rubbed his hands, and looked at the three of them with a cheap smile.

"It's New Year's Day soon, where are we going?"

“……”

The three of them couldn't help but glance at each other, and they could clearly read the meaning in each other's eyes.

"I want to beat him up all of a sudden! to avenge the avengerence that threatens me. ”

“+1”

"It's not good for us to be like this, civilized people shouldn't do it!"

"Then don't you kick it?"

"Seconded!"

"Confucius said, a gentleman does not move his hands......"

"Are you a gentleman? I'm not! ”

"Woman!"

"Well, Sister Maomao is domineering, then I will be a villain too, beat him!"

With a horizontal look, Yang Mobai, who was standing next to Tang Yu, suddenly pressed his hands, and before Tang Yu could react, he straddled his laps with lightning speed.

Well, why is this posture a little familiar?

And Wang Chang and Sister Mao Mao also hurriedly followed, holding down Tang Yu on the left and right, so that Yang Mobai's hands could be freed.

"Ah, what are you going to do......"

"Lao Yang, scratch him, let him dare to scare me!"

"Hey, hey, hey, Roger!"

"Ah......h

If you talk about the misery of this voice, it is simply "those who hear it are sad, and those who hear it cry!" ”

The sound of autumn is still with the sycamore

The sound of autumn is still in the sycamore 2017