On December 25, Wener woke up much earlier than usual. She first picked up a broom and swept the apple cores and tissues that Du Fei had dropped on the floor last night into the dustpan.

Du Fei has a slight cleanliness habit, for example, she always likes to wash her hands when she has nothing to do, and winter is no exception, and her hands are always red from the cold tap water. Every night before going to bed, she always likes to turn on the faucet and flush her feet with running water, so she rarely goes to the boiling water room to get hot water, and she doesn't need to soak her feet in the foot washing bucket. Her thermos was dusted at first under her desk, but was later used by Wener for many years.

After flushing his feet, Du Fei did not use a foot towel to wipe it, but crawled to the bed with his bare wet feet, slowly wiped the residual water on his feet with a paper towel, and then crumpled the used paper towels into small balls and threw them on the floor. Because Da Qianqian also slept on the top bunk, she complained to the iron ladder that climbed the bed every time:

"Fei Fei, why did you get the ladder wet again!"

Last time, because the ladder that was wet with water was a little slippery, Da Qianqian almost didn't step on one of the horizontal bars and fell down, so it's no wonder she counted.

"Fei Fei, you can dry your feet with a footcloth below and then go to bed, so that you won't mess with us and save some tissues. You see, you're the 'napkin maniac' of our dorm room, and you're at a speed that can't be beaten! ”

The leaves are much more lively than when they first entered junior high school, and their temperament seems to have shifted from gentle and cute to comic and jumpy.

"Wipe it with a footcloth - dirty."

"Wipe your feet and step on the ladder - dirty."

Du Fei sat on the bed with a little reluctant tone and said disgustedly.

"Fei Fei, you mean the ladder I stepped on was dirty, so I went to the bed to wipe my feet? I don't hate you every time you get the ladder so wet! Da Qianqian heard Du Fei's slightly underwhelming words, and her temper inevitably came up.

"Also, don't bother Erle to sweep you with tissues all the time. Right, Erl? ”

Wen Er was sitting on the seat and soaking his feet, but as soon as he heard Da Qianqian's words, he knew that the war had spread to his side, so he had to step forward to fight.

"Da Qianqian, don't be angry, you don't know what kind of person Fei Fei is! She's like this, talking nonsense every time, and she loves to be clean. Forget it, let her be. We adults have a lot of them, so we don't bother with her! Let her lose us and be with Conan! After speaking, he smiled at Da Qianqian and raised his eyebrows, and told her with his eyes that he absolutely understood.

"Ahh

Da Qianqian ran over and hugged Wen Er, crying exaggeratedly, but the little anger just now disappeared without a trace.

"Wen'er, next time I'll sweep it myself, you don't have to do it."

Du Fei dropped this sentence with a blank face, and plugged in a headphone to listen to the English tape.

"What! Of course I'll take care of the garbage next to my seat! Wen Er really said that it was too difficult, and he had to coax one after coaxing the other, but for the sake of them usually hurting themselves so much, they still have to hold on!

When Du Fei heard Wen'er's answer, he seemed quite satisfied, so he put on another headset and stopped participating in the night talk in the dormitory.

Back on December 25th, the whole campus seemed to be in a state of excitement.

First of all, Lao Zhangtou rarely introduced the teaching with a Happy Christmas PPT cover in the math class, and then the female English teacher dressed in a foreign style rendered the Christmas atmosphere of the whole class, and shared with everyone how she spent this foreign holiday in college.

Although Wen Er also integrated into this foreign festival with a herd mentality, she inevitably had doubts in her heart:

Why is New Year's Day not as lively as Christmas in a few days? Compared with the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival, which also express reunion and blessings, it seems that foreign festivals are more sought after by everyone and have a higher level of participation.

Later, she slowly realized some truths: perhaps the celebration form of foreign festivals is more novel and interesting, which meets the psychological needs of young people seeking innovation and change; Or perhaps it is because of the creation of the overall atmosphere of the festival, because every national statutory holiday, students have to go home on vacation, and the celebration together is nothing more than relatives and friends around them, and the resonance of festival customs with the elders will naturally weaken. And those foreign festivals, such as Christmas and Halloween, students are in normal classes at school, surrounded by a group of peers partying together, of course, the participation is extremely high.

Thinking of this, Wen Er sometimes sighs in an old-fashioned manner, and has some worries about the future generation of the motherland in his heart, and at this time, he can empathize with the poems and celebrities who are worried about the country and the people mentioned in the Chinese textbooks.

"Wen'er, where's my gift?"

Ren squeaked and walked towards Wen'er, holding a stack of greeting cards in his hand that was ready to be sent out.

"You ask me? I haven't said why don't you bring it! Wen Er felt that after getting acquainted with Ren Squeak, his face became thicker and thicker, and it was time to kill him as a matter of course.

"I'm so sad! You haven't even opened the table to see it. "When Wen'er was in junior high school, the desk was not a drawer-type, but the same as the old-fashioned big bed in her grandmother's house, with the bed board on top and a huge storage space underneath, in which quilts and clothes could be placed in winter.

In Ren's squeaky eyes full of anticipation, Wen'er opened the desk board and saw a pale pink greeting card and a medium-sized princess crystal ball quietly placed next to the neatly arranged textbooks inside.

"You sent it? When did you put it in? ”

Wen Er was actually a little moved and surprised in his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

"Isn't it a joy in your heart? I'm telling you, you just stuffed it in when you went to the bathroom. Hey, it's a pity that you only saw it at my suggestion. ”

"Here, take." As he spoke, Wen Er took out a greeting card from the bag hanging by the desk and handed it to Ren Squeak.

"It's so sad, it's just a greeting card." Ren Squeak took it unceremoniously while soothing his chest and grief.

"Squeak, don't pretend! Boys don't need those cute little gifts~ Besides, you have such a good relationship with girls in the class, I don't give it, maybe someone else will give it! ”

"Wen'er! You dare to make fun of me, see how I hit you! After Ren squeaked and finished speaking, he raised the stack of greeting cards in his hand and made a gesture to come to Wen'er.

"Little leaf! Help me, Ren Squeak wants to hit me! ”

Wen Er was very cooperative and ran towards Ye Zi, who was sitting in the other row, pretending to be scared, and hid behind Ye Zi.

"Okay, Ren Squeak, you go and find someone else to play, I have something to say to Wen'er."

Xiao Yezi righteously stretched out his arms and blocked Wen'er behind. Ren Squeak was about to give up, but when he saw Wen'er sticking out his tongue proudly to himself, he suddenly felt that his heart hurt a little and he was about to be angry.

"Er'er, come, sit in front." Ye Zi beckoned Wen Er to sit at the table in front of him, which was the most common way to start class chat.

"Let me tell you, when you were messing with Ren just now, Sheng Ruochen kept looking at you."

When Wen Er heard this, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

"Hey! Don't look at it now! It's all too obvious. Ye Zi immediately stretched out his hand and patted Wen'er.

"Oh."

"You didn't prepare a greeting card for Sheng Ruochen?"

"Why did I have to give it to him, and he didn't give it to me?" Wen Er asked rhetorically.

"I really don't understand you. I heard that Sheng Ruochen sent greeting cards to his tablemates, the front and back tables, and-"

The leaf approached, and said in a barely audible voice:

"He gave a super cute piggy doll to one of the girls in the class."

"Who?"

"I guess you want to know~" Ye Zi suddenly pulled away, leaned back in the chair, and looked at Wen Er with a wicked smile.

"Leaves! You say it lightly. ”

Wen Er seemed to have been exposed to some kind of caution, showing a hint of embarrassment.

"It's him at the same table, but he's small, and his voice is sweet, which really makes people like it. Haven't you heard? Someone in the next class was chasing her and writing a letter to her, but she threw it in the trash. ”

Wen Er knew that this girl was a good student in the class, and she was a good girl, with an outgoing personality and a lot of heterosexual affinity.

"It's nothing, it's normal to give Christmas gifts to the same table, and besides, people are girls, so it's not okay to just send greeting cards."

"Er'er, don't you really care?"

"Leaves! I want to knock you in the head with a hammer! What does this have to do with me? ”

At this time, the bell for the next class rang in time, and Wen Er was "rescued" from a situation that was difficult to break free.

Later, in the summer vacation after graduating from junior high school, Wen Er met Sheng Ruochen's lesbian table on the street. She told Wen'er that Sheng Ruochen bought the pink pig a week earlier, and asked herself what little things girls generally like. On Christmas Day, I kept it in a beautiful handbag with a greeting card, but I didn't send it out for a long time.

She said that Sheng Ruochen's gift was bought for Wen'er, but in the end it came into her own hands. He may have temporarily retreated, this little girl who had sat at the same table with Sheng Ruochen for two years said that every time Wen'er talked to other boys, he would watch silently, but he never stepped forward to take the initiative to chat......

Perhaps, in the heart of every boy, there is a girl who has been in love in her youth, and she will make herself timid, caring and delicate. In the end, it will always be beautiful because of missing, and it will always be worth cherishing and remembering~