Seeing that the end of the year is two colorful festivals and Christmas and New Year's Day, but the students of the School of Design basically don't have any thoughts about the holidays.

On the night of Christmas Eve on the 24th, the Christmas atmosphere outside was strong, almost everyone was holding a beautifully packaged Ping An fruit in their hands, but the students of the School of Design were holding a large drawing board in the professional classroom, drawing their own design homework, and even many people put blankets and quilts and kettles for homework.

At night, the design school is brightly lit, and the girls look very weak in the classroom of a group of boys, but there is no one to replace their design assignments, and they all have to complete them independently. Especially the architectural design, it's not as romantic as on TV, it's very hard, and some people will ask if it's hard to hand in this homework two days late? The answer is no, only the teacher can find a reason to postpone, but the student finds a reason to postpone then wait for the course, this is a taboo in design, most of the teachers have their own companies, so they still value the execution of the students.

In fact, looking back, the design problems of the student days are simply the same as playing, so easy, but it will just get started, and I feel that I have been busy with these two assignments for the whole semester, and I have to intersperse all kinds of other projects during the period, such as watercolor painting, such as a sketch every day, so that the habit of students is to take any piece of paper, you can practice pen lines on it, and always hold a sketch board in political class, and be busy.

Song Minghui and their class are the same, although the majors are different, but the courses offered in the freshman year are basically the same, because of the market needs, many students who learn environmental art have finally gone to do architecture, so the school also let students know more about this aspect, and the design is a family, haven't you heard a sentence, "the designer changes careers that is not to leave a way for others to live, design students really know a little bit after experiencing the beating of the school society, and they can learn now if they don't understand!" It's the designer's instinct to understand it even if you don't understand it. Knowing astronomy and geography, the upper left hall and the lower right kitchen, you can study political facts in the front and explore the wonders of feng shui in the back. "Look at Eason Chan and look at Wu Yanzu, who are the best singers and actors in the design industry.

It's almost the end of the semester, the schoolwork is very tense, everyone is busy reviewing their homework and preparing for the exam, Xiao Chen has not been in contact with Song Minghui since the last meeting.

Both chose to remain silent.

The winter vacation is coming, and the students who have been away from home for almost five months are eager to get on the train home in the afternoon after the exam.

Since the incident at the conference center, the two of them even felt embarrassed to meet in some big classes, and this time they had to go to the TV station together, Xiao Chen was nervous, and Song Minghui didn't know how to hide it, so Song Minghui always comforted herself: Anyway, she was drunk, and ordinary drunk people don't know what she did when she was drunk, it's okay, just act as if nothing happened.

Song Minghui felt that he still took the initiative to call Xiao Chen

"You... Hello," Song Minghui, who made a mistake at the beginning, touched his forehead in cold sweat.

"Oh, hello," Xiao Chen was very nervous but still in good shape,

"Then I'm Song Minghui, have you received the notice from the TV station?"

"Oh, I know you're Song Minghui, I got it, do you want to go together?"

Song Minghui patted his head again, scolding in his heart: Song Minghui, are you stupid? You two made so many phone calls before, maybe she didn't save your phone number?

"Oh, okay, I'll pick you up later." Only this sentence Song Minghui behaved quite normally.

Song Minghui hurriedly got dressed, picked up his hair again, looked in the mirror, and told himself in his heart: Don't make a mistake.

Xiao Chen couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and hurriedly looked for clothes, washed his hair and put on makeup, since the last drinking party, Xiao Chen and his classmates in the dormitory have learned a few makeup skills.

Half an hour later, Song Minghui rode to the downstairs of Xiao Chen's dormitory, waiting for Xiao Chen with joy, the downstairs of the girls' dormitory that used to be lively is now much more deserted, most of them have gone home, there are many courses in the design school, the exams are in the back, the school cafeteria is about to close, and the exams have not been completed.

Xiao Chen had already seen Song Minghui sitting in the back seat at the corner of the door, and he was cheering up in his heart: Hold back, pretend that nothing happened, just when I drank too much and couldn't remember, the way the two of them pretended to be the same as before.

"Hi, long waiting.. Let's do it! Xiao Chen spoke first

"Oh, no. No, let's go, on.. Let's get in the car," he said, Song Minghui picked up the bicycle and turned it around.

Xiao Chen sat in the back seat, his hands didn't know where to put them, he simply held his hands together and put them on his lap, Song Minghui's car rode slowly and leisurely, when Xiao Chen used to sit in his car, at least his hands would drag his clothes, and he didn't feel any contact today, even if he sent her back to the dormitory so quickly at the end of the first party, Xiao Chen's hands would not have touched Song Minghui's body at all, either holding his waist or pulling his clothes. Song Minghui thought in his heart: Last time, she remembered, she couldn't, she was drunk like that.

Xiao Chen lowered his head and was silent, his eyes kept dripping, and he was thinking in his heart: Why didn't he speak, it was so difficult that he forgot last time? The hands that were originally holding subconsciously used their thumbs to cross in circles, and some people subconsciously returned some small movements when thinking about problems, and Xiao Chen's small movements were various movements on his fingers.

Speed bumps ahead, there are empty places on both sides of the speed bumps, experienced people riding bicycles are back next to the speed bump gap on the side of the road, unless there are many people in the car and rush directly through the speed bump, this time Song Minghui simply pressed the speed bump directly, the car shook, up and down bumpy, Xiao Chen held Song Minghui's waist with a bumpy hand, and grabbed it hard, Song Minghui secretly rejoiced, but the next second Xiao Chen took back his hand.

Song Minghui was even more uneasy in his heart: obviously grabbed my waist, why did she let go again, did she drink too much one day, and it was okay to drink too much, if you still remember, then ...... Is that treating me like a hooligan?

Xiao Chen hadn't realized that this speed bump was Song Minghui's conspiracy.

It was a long journey to the school gate, and both of them were in an awkward position, and neither of them spoke.

Song Minghui originally wanted to take a taxi, but Xiao Chen was motion sick, so he simply took the bus.

Love sometimes comes too fast, and the person who gets it off guard is not ready to meet love.

At the end of the period, they were the starting station, and there were few people, the two of them found a position behind them and sat firmly, Xiao Chen sat inside, and Song Minghui sat outside.

It can take 20 minutes to take a taxi, and the bus has to travel for more than half an hour.

The car has driven two stops, and there is still no embarrassing situation in a word.

Or Song Minghui found something to talk about: "What kind of car are you sitting in motion sickness, is this bus dizzy?"

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and was immersed in an embarrassing atmosphere, when he suddenly heard Song Minghui speak: "Oh, no, no, the more high-end the car, the more dizzy I am,"

Song Minghui: "It seems that you won't be able to sit in a luxury car in the future, you won't faint to death if you get in the car."

Xiao Chen: "That's not necessarily, if it's open-topped, it may not be dizzy."

Song Minghui was shocked: I still want to take a convertible, then I can't meet him, hey, it's hard for her to be the same as He Sheng said, is it materialistic? Song Minghui's face darkened

Song Minghui smiled awkwardly: "Well, maybe the convertible won't be dizzy,"

Xiao Chen: "Actually, it's not, the place where I study is relatively small, I can just ride a bicycle wherever I go, so I may be a little uncomfortable, isn't it all motion sickness that can be practiced?"

Song Minghui's face turned from dark to bright when he heard this: "In fact, motion sickness has a lot to do with the driver's skills, you see that the taxi drivers are in a hurry to brake, so many people get motion sickness, and they won't get dizzy when they drive in the future."

Xiao Chen turned his head to look at him: "Yes, I don't have much research on cars, and I don't want to drive."

Song Minghui: "Of course girls don't have much research on cars, I plan to get my driver's license when I'm free."

Xiao Chen: "Oh." When the topic is over, the boy will not understand how big a thunder it is to discuss the topic of car with the girl.

More than ten minutes passed

Song Minghui spoke: "How many subjects do you still have to finish?"

Xiao Chen: "There is another subject, Introduction to Architecture."

Song Minghui: "We are still short of this subject, don't we have the same exam questions?"

Xiao Chen: "I don't know, did the teacher give you a key point?"

Song Minghui: "I crossed it, I feel that our two majors may be different, we are biased towards art, I guess you are not allowed to take the theory test, haven't you marked?"

Xiao Chen: "Without scratching, that teacher can still produce two papers?" You show me your highlights in the evening. ”

Song Minghui: "That's not necessarily, we didn't go to class together, the focus is estimated to be different, so I'll show you the key points that night."

When I finally arrived at the TV station, the journey was really long. Everything went smoothly in the process of entering the TV station, the children who have just entered the university are new to the society, and they have been looking at all corners after entering, the interview process is very smooth, the director is very satisfied with the performance of the two, and the shooting is scheduled for March next year. When the two of them left the TV station, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

The two of them waited on the platform of the station, and the two of them fell into an embarrassing situation again, the exchange on the TV station just now was so smooth, it will all be gone, the TV station is not a halfway station, there are no seats on the train, the two of them are standing opposite the train, Xiao Chen is against the window, Song Minghui is facing Xiao Chen, the atmosphere is not embarrassing. This driver is always good at braking suddenly, and he doesn't slow down when he turns, a left turn in front of him, under the effect of eccentricity, Song Minghui's body leaned towards Xiao Chen, his hand slipped, and his two arms pounced on the window behind her, the distance between the two has long been less than a safe distance, Xiao Chen can smell the breath on his body, it is a fragrance, indescribable body fragrance, Song Minghui quickly withdrew his hands and grabbed the railing on the top of his head.

After a while, the driver turned right again and did not slow down, this time, Xiao Chen has been leaning on the window and did not grasp anything in his hand, Song Minghui had the last experience, firmly grasped the railing above his head but his body also leaned towards the door, Xiao Chen swooped into his arms with the swing of the car, the top of her head just reached Song Minghui's chin, the fragrance of shampoo rushed into Song Minghui's nose, the body was straightened, she went to quickly stand up straight, this time facing the window, her back to him, her heart was beating fast, and her face didn't know what it looked like, so she didn't dare to turn her head anyway.

Song Minghui was also secretly happy, he gently stepped forward to Xiao Chen's side and asked in a whisper: "You didn't get motion sickness, this driver drove a little fiercely." Song Minghui saw that her ears were already red, but he refused to face him.

"No, no, no motion sickness, I'm fine." Xiao Chen whispered, not daring to raise his head.

On the way back, I finally got out of the car.

"Why don't we eat something and go back!" Song Minghui suggested,

"Oh, good." Xiao Chen is like an obedient pet, whatever he says is what he says.

"What do you like to eat?" Song Minghui thought about the first time to eat and let the girls choose a place,

Xiao Chen lowered his head, "You can eat anything." "I still didn't dare to look up

"Then let's eat ramen," Song Minghui dragged Xiao Chen's wrist and came to the ramen shop at the door.

After ordering noodles, there is still nothing to talk about.

"Let's go to the classroom in a minute, and I'll help you draw the key points."

"Hmm."

Xiao Chen ate half a bowl, Song Minghui thought that the girl might be reserved, but when he thought about the expression of the cake at the cocktail party that night, he felt that it was not right, but he was embarrassed to ask, and later Song Minghui knew that Xiao Chen's least favorite thing to eat was noodles.

On the way back, the two of them didn't ride a bicycle, so they walked back slowly, and the two of them arrived at Song Minghui's classroom, where there was no one at all, the weather was cold, and the classroom heating was the same, and they were all reviewing in the dormitory.

Song Minghui carefully marked Xiao Chen's key points, page by page, line by line, slowly immersed in this cold and warm classroom.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Minghui and Song Xiaochen went back to the dormitory, rode in the car, Xiao Chen held a book, the street lights were dim, there were few pedestrians on the road, the leaves had already fallen, and a teenager carried a girl on the long and long road, love may be like this, sprouting in the hearts of two people, but it has not yet broken the ground.

Song Minghui was a little reluctant to get downstairs in the dormitory, and so was Xiao Chen, but they always had to say it, and no one wanted to say it, so Song Minghui opened his mouth first: "Which day is your train?"

"The day after the exam, what about you?" Xiao Chen also lowered his head and asked,

"I'm a few days late, He Sheng asked me to help him, and there are two construction sites to work on." Song Minghui replied.

"Then, then, I'll send you." Song Minghui added,

"Oh, no, no need, I'll go with a fellow villager of mine."

"How long is the train? Do you have a seat? Song Minghui asked with concern.

"Oh, sit down, twelve hours coming."

"Well, be careful on that road." Song Minghui was a little disappointed

"Then I'll go back, you go up early, take a look tomorrow, and the exam will be the day after tomorrow."

"Well, then I, I'm going up, thank you for sending me back."

"Then text me when you get home, go up and down."

Xiao Chen nodded and turned around and went back to the dormitory, Song Minghui saw Xiao Chen enter the dormitory, with happiness on his face, he rode on the car and turned around and left slowly, riding to the road, suddenly stood up excitedly, roared loudly, as if he was full of energy, and then pedaled the car with all his strength.

Xiao Chen turned around and entered the corner of the dormitory, and hid at the turn, watching Song Minghui ride away slowly, until he couldn't see his figure, and his face was full of happiness before returning to the dormitory.

Xiao Chen also deliberately looked at the key points of the painting, but he didn't think that the questions of the two classes could be the same, as a result, the result, the exam questions were exactly the same, Xiao Chen looked at the exam questions in the examination room, basically the ones that Song Minghui painted for her, and finally the results came out, Xiao Chen had the highest score in the Department of Architecture.

Later, they learned that because the teacher taught two majors, although the focus of the two classes was different, he really didn't have the energy to come up with a set of exam questions, but he forgot to draw the key points for the architecture department, which led to the extinction of the architecture department, and the results were not as good as the environmental art major.