Ren Zitao looked up at the showerhead, and the water from the shower was sprinkled on his face.

He uses Jiang Nan's facial cleanser, shampoo, and conditioner.

The foam flowed down his broad shoulders, strong arms, back, narrow waist, all the way to his feet.

He began to write in his diary again, his hair not dry, and half of his handwriting stained by water.

I wrote very seriously.

After writing, he went to Jiang Nan's house again.

Sit in front of Jiang Nan's piano and touch the keys that Jiang Nan has touched with your index finger.

Do, Mi, Hair, Rancid......

He pressed every note indiscriminately, and then moved ten fingers, and a Spirited Away theme song that was supposed to be released in 2001 poured out from between his fingers.

Ren Zitao turned his head to stare at the neon outside while playing.

He began to watch cats and mice again, eating the potato chips that Jiang Nan often eats, learning from Jiang Nan to sit cross-legged, and he would pat his knees and laugh when he saw something interesting.

After laughing, she will sigh: Didn't she say that she had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder? What goes to the toilet must turn on the light, she must sleep on the left, so this cartoon hasn't finished watching yet, is she really not worried about the next episode?

It turns out that she is a fake obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he is the real one.

Ren Zitao didn't rely on wine to numb himself and rest.

He deliberately went to bed with a glass of milk, healthy Chinese, climbed into bed early, lay on the left side of the bed, and rubbed the pillow that had been changed into a broken flower pillowcase with his face, and Xuejiang Nan rode the quilt and slept well.

Early the next morning, Ren Zitao opened the curtains and stretched his waist.

The sun shone on the side of his face, and he turned his head to look at everything in the room, and thought: I am more disciplined than her, and I sleep in bed cleaner, and I don't have to pick up the long hair on the bed.

In the cloakroom, Ren Zitao, who had changed his clothes, looked in the mirror again.

High-necked white sweater, blue-gray white checkered knee-length coat, jeans, winter white shoes, backpack.

He touched his face and pondered: Women, it's hard to judge whether a man is a scumbag or not, but I'm really handsome.

Liu Che stood at the door of the soup dumpling shop and looked forward to it, and after looking forward to it for a while, he was impatient, and sat on the car cover and waited.

Passing by thought that this handsome guy was waiting for his girlfriend to have breakfast, but what he was waiting for was another royal blue sports car.

The two of them are both over 1.80 meters tall, and they are all wearing men's coats.

Only then did I open the curtain, and several tables of girls in the store looked at it together.

Ren Zitao swept his eyes, he was not there, and he was a little disappointed in his heart.

Liu Che asked, "Why did you come here to eat?" If you really want to go far, go to my school, don't toss me. ”

Ren Zitao said angrily: "I can't come here to eat?" ”

Liu Che smiled, laughing so much that a few girls in the store looked at him more, his eyes swept over, and he smiled back, before he raised his eyebrows and whispered to Ren Zitao:

"Why don't I give you a person I know now, and borrow the little sisters' meal cards to sneak into the Beijing University canteen? There is a greater chance of encountering it than at a steamed bun shop. But it's hard to say, there are so many canteens, Jiang Nan is a thief and a thief to feed, she eats everything. ”

"There's a lot of, I'm just here to eat a bun."

"Gotcha,, keep struggling, buddy, I don't care about it." Liu Che ate a bun very deliciously, and instructed Ren Zitao while eating: "Go, buy me another bowl of porridge." ”

After eating, Liu Che was about to get into the car, and found that Ren Zitao didn't follow, standing behind and not knowing what he was thinking: "Go wow?" ”

"You just ate three steamed buns, don't you wander around?"

"I'm sick, it's a cold day, what am I walking around with you, I still have to go back to school, there is a morning class." Liu Che looked disgusted, with a posture of what do you like to do, I have to go.

"I have a morning class, I still want to talk to you about drones, and have an in-depth discussion with you from the perspective of my engineering students."

Liu Che: "......"

Liu Che is not a vegetarian either, he relocked the car door, hit Ren Zitao with his arm, and asked knowingly: "Zitao, do you especially want your buddy to suggest you now, anyway, it's so close to Beijing University, let's go there and wander around, I tell you, no way, I won't say it." ”

Ren Zitao also hit Liu Che back with his arm: "You scumbag." ”

"What are you scolding me for?"

"I won't say it."

On the small road leading to the side gate of Beijing University, there is a conversation between two naïve men.

It's easy to say when you enter the campus.

Both of them are with their hands in their coat pockets, chatting about the plane at the same time, sometimes talking about excitement, the two of them will laugh at each other side by side, some passing girls look at them, sorry, the two handsome guys don't notice at all, they only have each other in their eyes.

I went around three times on one side, and when I looked up again, I unconsciously arrived at the downstairs of Jiang Nan's dormitory.

Liu Che is a kind person in the end, glanced at the building number, and glanced at Ren Zitao: "Let's talk here." ”

Ren Zitao's face was slightly unnatural: "No, go further." ”

At this moment, a window on the fourth floor opened, and Jiang Nan shouted, "Gu Yuchen!" ”

Gu Yuchen didn't do anything, Ren Zitao's heart trembled, and Liu Che suddenly heard Jiang Nan's voice.

After just looking at this voice, a small basket was erected from the fourth floor with woolen thread, and a young man in a white down jacket hurriedly ran over, put the rice jar in the basket, put the money in his pocket, and then raised his head and shouted: "There are too many people who buy tofu brains, it is preserved egg and lean porridge." ”

Jiang Nan dragged the rope, his expression was a little silly, but he still answered Gu Yuchen first: "Thank you, you can leave quickly, see you later." ”

After shouting, he looked back at Liu Che who looked up at her, and Ren Zitao's brain.

That's right, not only the top of the brain, but he didn't even raise his head, and he turned his face sideways to look into the distance.

Jiang Nan pulled the small basket up, and greeted Liu Che as he pulled it: "Why are you here?" Looking for me? ”

Liu Che looked at Ren Zitao with his peripheral vision, and then raised his head and replied, "Passing by." ”

Yes? Jiang Nan snapped his eyes twice, how could she answer this.

"Then let's pass by, I'm having breakfast." After saying that, he closed the window.

"Zitao, you said that you walked around early in the morning, where did you look at it at the end, people are on it."

"Who's that guy?" Ren Zitao twisted his eyebrows.

Liu Che suddenly wanted to laugh, but he was a little unkind when he laughed, and thought: You pretend, then pretend, if you can pretend to the end, buddy will call you brother from now on.

"Didn't you hear it, it's called Gu Yuchen, I made a film with Jiang Nan, I've seen it twice, and it's said that it's still a freshman school grass."

Ren Zitao sneered, now anyone can be called a school grass, annoyed by these two words.

"Why did he bring her breakfast?"

Liu Che smiled and said, "I want to chase her." ”

Ren Zitao squinted at Liu Che, looked at it for a while, and showed Liu Che all the hair, thinking: Okay, I'll put a label on her, I'll see who dares to chase her.

Behind the curtain of the 418 dormitory, Jiang Nan hid there biting his nails, secretly looking at the two people downstairs until the two left.

Jiang Nan couldn't figure it out clearly.

Secretary Liang knew that they were all sick, and after going home for a night, she came back as if she was not lightly ill, because she couldn't keep up with her thinking at all.

"Mr. Ren, you mean to let me contact the director?"

"Yes."

"You, you want to make a film?"

Ren Zitao closed the pen: "Yes." ”