The windows of the instructor's office are closed, the air conditioner is sizzling, the warm air is flowing, and he is working hard, although it is not really cold, but the electricity bill is not his own, so he does not need to use it in vain.

Someone knocked on the door, and Huang Shengmeng walked in with a stack of documents, with a smiling expression, "Teacher, the second-level computer certificate passed by our college is here, put it in the office and ask the students to come and get it." ”

The instructor wore a new color of lipstick today, and spoke at a speed like a machine gun, she nodded, looking capable: "I know, you can go back." ”

"Teacher," Huang Shengmeng bent down to put down a stack of computer certificates, stood beside the instructor, and spoke cautiously, "We held a midterm exam last week, is the transcript out?" Shall I take one to the class? ”

The guide nodded, and his fingers quickly pulled out a piece of printer paper from a thick stack of papers, on which the tables were neatly stacked with rows of Microsoft Yahei.

Huang Shengmeng politely took it with both hands, but his eyes were stung by the black and white form.

The first place is impressively listed, Yan Shuang.

Although the second place is her Huang Shengmeng, the difference is definitely not just a grade.

This is unfair, Yan Shuang doesn't listen to classes in class, she only knows that she sits in the back row of the classroom and draws and wears headphones, not to mention seeing her study after class, it is estimated that her textbooks are all brand new. But what about Huang Shengmeng? I have to grab the first row every class, even if I am drowned by the teacher's spittle, I can't let go of a word, and I run to the library on weekends more often than I eat. Such Huang Shengmeng, why can't he compare to Yan Shuang?

The words in front of me have become ugly and impatient, and it is difficult to see.

Huang Shengmeng thought that she could defeat Yan Shuang this time, and there was not even a scum left, but she still lost a bunch of confusion - although the other party did not know about this war.

This is the most ridiculous, she Yan Shuang doesn't take you seriously at all, and she can defeat you and make you a mess.

The sycamore leaves outside the window are gargling and falling, the palm-sized dead leaves are spinning and falling in the air, and the dead leaves on the road are all over the field, falling into the pool and floating and floating, a bleak realm. For the first time, Huang Shengmeng really felt the cooling of winter, and it was about to sweep away.

***

In November, the air soared and fell, the north was dry and cold, and it was bleak, and I heard that there was a cold snap for a few days, and the people in the dormitory were wrapped in coats early.

Yan Shuang carried a large drawing board on his back, as if he was going to crush her in the next second, the light leather shoes made a crisp sound on the steps, and tender green weeds emerged from the gaps in the steps.

Take the elevator to the third floor, most of the art books are on the east side, neatly stacked, in the past in Shecheon Middle School she liked to sketch on the balcony of the library, now in H University, she also retains this habit.

But she hadn't come here to paint for some days, and since she broke up with Li Feiran, she was childish and angry with the drawing board and the library.

In the days when we didn't see each other, everything was quietly changing, the structure of the third floor was changed, there were more basically new picture books and books on the shelves, the windows opened up a slight gap, there were small pieces of sunlight invading, and the corners of the tables were all folded into golden lines, like old things, and the temperature was appropriate.

Yan Shuang sat down from the old place, her love for Li Feiran disappeared, but she retained the shadow of her own painting.

There is a fresh green plant by the window, an eggshell-shaped flower pot, delicate, but small, just placed on the balcony. Only Yan Shuang's position could be seen, as if someone had placed it specifically for her.

The green plant pointed to the right, the stretched leaves were vibrant and fresh, the shadow was pulled into a long strip by the sun, Yan Shuang stopped in front of it, slightly bent his knees to be level with it, and looked up at an angle pious and curious.

She gently lowered her sketchpad and walked to the right in the direction indicated by the small potted plant.

It was a long and narrow path, neatly cut into a relatively closed space by a square bookcase, with light and shadow intertwined, she stepped on the green floor tiles in small steps, and the bookcase at the end was placed with painting reading materials, and a travel sketch in the far corner, the book binding was simple and elegant, and the tone was black and white.

Yan Shuang gently took it off, turned the first page, and shook off a card.

The card is made in the shape of a mango soda bottle, and the oil paint is naturally memorable, fine and natural, and there is an inconspicuous font in the bottom corner: Happy 18th birthday to Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang's hands couldn't help but tremble, it was like a labyrinth to explore, and everything here was to guide her to this place and find this buried secret. All designed for one person, who must be the happiest being in the world.

Someone can take care of it for you, without regrets.

Who is he, Yan Shuang quietly looked at the font on the card, as if recalling an old friend who knew each other.

Finally, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Tong Yang's number.

After a busy sound, Tong Yang's voice was carried to Yan Shuang's eardrums by radio waves: "Hey, Yan Shuang? ”

"Are you wishing me a happy birthday?" Yan Shuang asked softly.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then a smile with dimples on it, like the first morning sun in the forest, "Happy birthday - did you find my gift?" ”

Yan Shuang put the book on the bookcase, holding the phone and leaning against the bookcase, but she didn't have any strength, "Thank you." ”

"How do you know it's me?"

Yan Shuang didn't speak, just quietly listened to Tong Yang's voice, Tong Yang realized that she was showing herself an unknown Yan Shuang, soft, gentle, quiet, no need for reluctant stiff pulling and camouflage of the hard shell, she showed the most real herself without the slightest deliberate condition.

A withdrawn and indifferent girl in front of people, a shy and gentle appearance behind people.

"It must be you," Yan Shuang's voice was soft, as if the wind was blowing through Tong Yang's ears, "I know it's you." ”

"I know too, you're going to find out." Tong Yang said.

Yan Shuang took a deep breath and raised a hand to gently block the sunlight outside the window.

***

Yun Yifei was wearing white pajamas, sitting on the bed of 407, her hair was combed smoothly and neatly, holding her mobile phone and video chatting with the male anchor who watched his live broadcast a few days ago.

"Is it appropriate for me to call you at this time?" Yun Yifei blinked an innocent eye, it was twelve forty at noon, and it would not be good if it disturbed him to take a nap.

The male anchor smiled gently: "You don't have to divide the time when you call me." ”

Yun Yifei immediately smiled like a peach blossom, so frightened that Zhou Yanyan almost stuffed the yellow peach yogurt in his hand.

When the two of them were video chatting, Zhou Yanyan leaned over to look at it facelessly, the boy in the camera was really the male anchor that day, Zhou Yanyan stared at him in surprise, shook Huang Shengmeng's arm, and looked stunned: "My God, he is really her boyfriend!" ”

Huang Shengmeng just pulled the corners of his mouth and barely smiled.

She wasn't sad, she was just a little lost.

Yun Yifei's family background is very good, she was born with a golden key, she was not used to eating in the cafeteria when she first came to H University, she had to go to the off-campus restaurant for three meals a day, and she had to go home to live every weekend, as if she wouldn't leave if she didn't see her parents for a week. Although she seems tricky, she gives people the feeling that she is a child, and her heart is not bad.

Yun Yifei never studied seriously, her only hobby was watching male anchors in the dormitory, although she has always been single, but she picked up an anchor to be her boyfriend, such people have such good luck, it always makes Huang Shengmeng feel unhappy.

Huang Shengmeng thought of something, and deliberately said loudly to Yun Yifei, "Yun Yifei, the test paper for the midterm test has come down." ”

"Oh, just send it to the trash for me." Yun Yifei was chic, and she glanced at Huang Shengmeng in the leisure time of the video, looking like she didn't care.

Huang Shengmeng smiled: "You have a really big heart." ”

Yan Shuang pushed the door in at this time, Huang Shengmeng's smile disappeared immediately, and seeing Yan Shuang's cold face, it reminded her of the fact that no matter how hard she tried, it was difficult to surpass her.

Zhou Yanyan smiled when he saw everyone: "Yan Shuang, are you back?" ”

"Hmm." Yan Shuang smiled faintly at her.

"Aren't you still number one in the midterm?" Zhou Yanyan saw that others were good, and she also followed silly, "When you entered the school, you were much higher than us." ”

The same words seem to be flattering when they come out of other people's mouths, but Zhou Yanyan does not give people such a feeling.

"I don't know yet." Yan Shuang whispered.

Huang Shengmeng ignored her and looked back at his phone.

Yun Yifei's video ended, she put away her mobile phone happily, leaned her head and asked Zhou Yanyan what are you talking about. Zhou Yanyan looked incredulous again, and asked why you finished chatting so quickly.

"Our videos are never longer than three minutes." Yun Yifei shook her feet.

"Why?"

"There's nothing to talk about," Yun Yifei is actually a child's heart, and Yan Shuang suspects that she is not serious about falling in love at all.

Zhou Yanyan shrugged her shoulders, a little lost, but soon she found a new topic: "You tell us how you caught up with him, right?" ”

Yun Yifei thought about it, and there was nothing to hide: "At that time, there was no one in his live broadcast room, so I clicked in when I saw that he was good-looking, and gave him a lot of gifts." ”

"And then?"

"Then he added me as a QQ friend, and he also pulled me into his fan group," Yun Yifei sneered and laughed, "His fan base is only a few people, and he was set up as an administrator when I went in." In the next few days, I also gave him gifts, chatted occasionally, and suddenly once he wanted to video with me, I agreed, and that day - he said he liked me, and I was with him. ”

Zhou Yanyan was dumbfounded: "It's so easy to chase you." ”

"Get out." Yun Yifei pretended to be angry and took a pillow to hit her.

"I was wrong—that," Zhou Yanyan dodged with a smile, "but I still want to know, do you like him?" ”

"I like it," Yun Yifei looked at her fingers, "Otherwise, why would I fall in love with him." ”

"Didn't you have hairs in your heart because the window had been empty for too long?" Zhou Yanyan did not forget to make fun of his roommates.

"How so!" Yun Yifei lowered her head, her face was suspiciously flushed, and her voice became sweet, "He told me that he has only been in serious love twice, one is his first love, and the other is to me- you say, should I believe it?" ”

Of course not, Huang Shengmeng said in his heart.

She likes the love she can touch, and she doesn't like the ethereal promises.

Huang Shengmeng's mobile phone vibrated for a moment, and he could hear that it was a prompt tone of special concern.

Zhou Yanyan's eyes were bright and bright, and she was about to run to look at her mobile phone, Huang Shengmeng was startled, like a lioness protecting her cubs, and fiercely told Zhou Yanyan to go away.

Zhou Yanyan pursed his lips, "You're so fierce, just don't look at it." ”

Huang Shengmeng knew that she had a gaffe just now, but it was difficult to recover, she opened her mobile phone Weibo with a trembling heart, and the updated dynamics were displayed, with the words "Special concern: Xia Yule".