Less than two months after the start of school, Jiang Limei became the "leader" of the girls in the first grade of Anseong No. 9 High School, and people called her wherever she went:

"Brother Jiang!"

The cause was that autumn outing.

Jiang Limei used two large boxes of fresh fruit cuts she brought with her, and went to the village at the foot of the mountain to borrow a fire tool - a blower. The kind used for cooking in their own bungalows, rusty and windy.

It is particularly easy to use, the only drawback is that it is particularly heavy.

Jiang Limei carried it alone - yes, it was carried on her shoulders, tilting her head, her expression was not very elegant, and when she carried it to the top of the mountain, Jiang Limei's cheeks were wet with sweat, and the white turtleneck sweater inside her school uniform also became dusty.

"Is it rented for money?"

"No, in exchange for fruit, I discussed with them, borrowed us for half an hour, and sent it down in a while."

Jiang Limei squatted by the stream to wash her face, the stream was so cold that her fingertips were numb. She explained to her classmates:

"I don't know the price of this thing, it's not good to spend money on rent, they won't want it if you give it too much, and people will worry about us taking things away if you give it less, I exchange it for fruit and food, and if you say something nice, people will see us as students and will help."

Several girls looked at each other when they heard this, Jiang Limei looked at the delicate and skillful, why are there so many hearts?

"You're amazing."

"Don't boast." Jiang Limei tied her hair back up, and her gray face became clean again: "It's used up in a while, you move it down and return it to others, I won't move it, this thing is too heavy." ”

With the blower, the barbecue grill started a fire in three clicks, Jiang Limei gained experience, and also carried forward her spirit to help other groups that failed to make fires.

That's how Brother Jiang's name was called.

It's November.

This year's winter is strange, in the past there have been two or three snowfalls in Anseong in November, but this year God seems to be holding back some temper, the temperature has plummeted all the way, and people shiver with cold, but there is not a single snowflake.

Dry and cold, the whole city is like being sealed in an ice cellar.

The school was bustling.

As a provincial key high school, Anseong No. 9 Middle School responds to the call of the Education Bureau to hold a school art festival at the end of November every year, and parents are invited to watch the art festival on the day of the festival, and visit the school by the way to establish and promote the school's image.

In the third year of high school, I have to prepare for the exam, and I don't participate by default, and Ren Yu's sophomore key science class is the same, refusing all entertainment activities, and studying in the classroom on the day of the art festival. Regardless of the noise and excitement on the playground, they only devoted themselves to the May 3 simulation, and the classroom was quiet and could hear the pins falling.

Ren Yu was immersed in solving a function problem, and heard the sound of rustling at the back door of the class, and he didn't look back until Zuo Jing, who was sitting in the back seat of him, poked him in the back with the tip of his pen:

"Your brother is outside, looking for you, right?"

Ren Yu is pure and has few desires, but Ren Xun is excited and nervous. In his liberal arts and art class, the whole class is art students who want to take the art exam, learn to dance, learn to act, learn to broadcast and host, and learn art like Ren Xun.

Ren Xun, as the head of the recreation department of the student union, is extremely busy, in addition to an oil painting participating in the exhibition, he also serves as the scheduling of the stage of the art festival.

Ren Yu walked out of the classroom lightly, Ren Xun was still panting, he ran from the playground stage to the teaching building, with a staff card on his chest, his hair soaked with sweat on his forehead, lined with clear eyebrows and eyes, and his posture was up.

"Brother! Come and help me! ”

They have exactly the same faces, but when they stand together, they seem to be separated by an invisible wall, like fireworks and ice, Ren Yu frowned slightly: "In self-study, you are quieter." ”

Ren Xun wiped a handful of sweat with his hands, lowered his voice and said, "I'm busy over there, my parents arrived at the school gate, saying that they couldn't find a parking space, can you pick it up?" ”

He ripped his work card off his neck and handed it to Ren Yu: "Give you this, the school is very chaotic today, the guards are strict, if you don't take this card, he won't let you go out of school." ”

There was a noise from the main/desk debugging the speakers, and there were people trying out the microphones, stinging, stinging, distant and harsh.

The show is about to begin.

The stairs are crowded, and there are students carrying tables and chairs, so Ren Yu took a shortcut, walked the corridor between the second floor and the first floor, and went to the school gate from the first floor, which was faster and closer.

The exhibition of calligraphy and paintings of the festival is located in the main hall on the first floor of the upper floor, with several display cases.

Jiang Limei and Yao Meng went to the toilet to change their costumes, and when they came out, they passed by the exhibition and unconsciously slowed down. Jiang Limei stood in front of an oil picture, tilting her head and looking at it carefully.

Yao Meng couldn't understand the painting, but when she saw Jiang Limei, she was very curious: "What's wrong?" ”

"Good level." Jiang Limei gave an evaluation.

"How can you tell that the level is good?"

The oil painting depicts a corner of the campus - the corner from the basketball court to the sophomore school building, where you can see the flag-raising pole and the colorful awning of the playground stand. However, the author did not use a realistic style, but depicted the school building according to the imaginary appearance, and for a while there was no seriousness of the school, but like a playground or an idyll.

"It's a very standard Rococo style, and it's very difficult to pay attention to the delicate and complex colors."

Jiang Limei pointed to the top of the teaching building, which was originally a bare lightning rod, and in the author's imagination, it was painted as a church cherub. The powdery blue sky, the mint green façade, and the golden edges of the windows are like golden sunlight.

Exaggerated and harmonious, it is a kind of romance of sacrificing one's life.

Jiang Limei has been painting since elementary school, and is particularly sensitive to color, this painting uses bold colors, which can be seen at a glance in a number of paintings, I don't know if it is the author's careful thinking to participate in the exhibition, and wants to make his paintings firmly in the C position.

She was intrigued and looked at the painting for a long time.

Yao Meng was bored, and went to see the author's name in the lower right corner - high school class 20, Ren Xun.

"Oh, no wonder." Yao Meng suddenly realized: "Ren Xun, he is like you, he studied painting, and now he is in the art class, and he should be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts." ”

Art students, no wonder the level is outstanding, and they throw a lot of people.

Jiang Limei's eyes brightened, out of curiosity about the "insider": "Do you know him?" ”

"Yes! I was in the same class as him in junior high school, and then I got sick for a while and stayed one level, otherwise I would have been in the same high school sophomore as him this year. ”

Yao Meng continued to search for popular science with Jiang Limei:

"Ren Xun is very popular, he has a lot of friends, and there are many friends in the society, he is handsome, has a good personality, can draw, sing, and play, but unfortunately it is the tail of the crane. My best friend from junior high school also wrote him a love letter, but the original was returned, and she cried for a long time. ”

Jiang Limei stamped a stamp in her heart for Ren Xun, who had never met before-a scumbag who was full of buffs and would be in the limelight.

But in her opinion, these advantages are not as good as this painting. She stared at the painting, a little reluctant to look away.

The art enlightenment teacher said that Jiang Limei's current painting level is not enough to have an objective evaluation of other people's works, but this does not mean that she has no aesthetics. If she comes across a painting that matches her heart, it proves that she is aesthetically close to the author, and she can't help but be interested in the person behind the painting.

"Oh yes, Ren Xun is a twin, he is a younger brother, and his brother Ren Yu is completely different from him," Yao Meng was still saying: "Ren Yu is a scholar, born to the same parents, and the gap is huge." ”

Jiang Limei found it interesting: "How big?" ”

"Ren Yu is also in our school, in the key class of science, he is the kind of seedling who rushes to the north, maybe the top student is full of learning, and he is not interested in other things, a little ...... It's a bit ......."

Yao Meng racked his brains and thought of a word - natural stay.

It doesn't seem to be social, it's indifferent to everyone and everything, it's cold and cold, and it doesn't like to talk. Probably because Xueba disdains to be in the company of mortals.

"Do they look alike?"

"Like! Twins, of course, like. ”

"Can the people around you tell the difference between the two of them?"

"It's clear." Yao Meng was very sure: "If you are familiar, you can tell the difference, and the two of them are different except for their faces, you don't have to speak to that station, you know." ”

Jiang Limei's curiosity at the moment reached the peak, and it was a coincidence that she had never seen twins since she was a child, and she really wanted to see this Ren Xun and Ren Yu.

Parents of students walked in from the main entrance, some of them would stop in front of the display case and admire for a while, and then go straight to the big stage of the playground.

In the process of children's growth, there are rare moments of attention, and many parents come with cameras and want to record them.

Ren Yu walked against the flow of people, went in the direction of the school gate, passed by the hall of the first year of high school, and saw Jiang Limei at a glance.

It was the third time in two months that he had met her by chance. The three grades add up to a school with 3,000 students, and he doesn't know if this probability is high.

Jiang Limei was wearing a flaming red dress, her hair was coiled into a round bun at the back of her head, the sleeves were intricately decorated, and the layers of shiny bead chains were stacked, which was the performance costume of their class program, but what caught the eye more was the small ear drills on her earlobes.

The first time they met, Ren Yu was attracted by that little light.

He saw Jiang Limei talking to the girl next to him, the two were chattering, not knowing what the topic was, but Jiang Limei's eyes lingered on a painting in front of him from beginning to end.

Ren Yu didn't know how long he hesitated.

Maybe it's a few seconds, maybe it's a few minutes.

He can accurately control the time during the exam, how many minutes, how many questions should be done, but now the timer in his head seems to have stopped, he stopped and stopped far away, just struggling whether to come forward and say hello.

Actually, it's not that hard.

Say hello, do you remember me, I was the one who met you at the host/table on the day of the opening ceremony.

My name is Ren Yu.

Actually, it's really not that hard. It's a lot easier than a math problem with a bunch of formulas going head-to-head.

But Ren Yu's hand hung down at his side, clenched and clenched, and the voice in his head changed from muttering to shouting, but he still didn't dare to take a step in the direction of Jiang Limei.

Yao Meng rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch: "Let's go, don't be too late to perform." ”

She pulled Jiang Limei, but as soon as she turned around, she saw a boy in a school uniform standing silently in the corner of the hall, in the chaotic crowd of people, as quiet and upright as a poplar, I don't know if I was looking at them, without saying a word.

What is he doing there?

Yao Meng didn't wear glasses, squinted his eyes, and then sighed: "Ren Yu!" ”

Speak of the devil!

Yao Meng is very familiar with Ren Xun, and he meets Ren ...... It was generally cooked, but it didn't prevent her from running forward: "Ren...... Meet? ”

The last note is raised.

She felt that she was not mistaken, this was Ren Yu, the zipper of the school uniform was pulled under her chin, there was no strange graffiti, she stood upright, not staggering, but also swaying left and right. Fine-framed glasses are blessed, his eyes are calm, and he looks like a well-behaved student.

But the work card hanging on his chest has clear big characters and photos on it: High School Class 20, Ren Xun.

What a situation!

Yao Meng stopped, a little confused.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Limei tugged at her sleeve: "Is this an elder brother or a younger brother?" ”

Yao Meng: "I can't tell the ......"

Jiang Limei almost rolled her eyes, who just said that she could recognize it at a glance???

Yao Meng also felt embarrassed, and was afraid of admitting his mistake, so he simply pulled Jiang Limei to turn her head and run, the two little girls ran fast, their fiery bright skirts dangled, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Ren Yu stood in place for a while, and finally stepped forward.

He stood in the position where Jiang Limei had just stood, looked at the display case, and was faced with an oil painting, with exquisite composition and bold colors.

Ren Yu knew that this was Ren Xun's, and he had seen Ren Xun draft this painting at home.

When they were young, they went to interest classes together, Ren Xun carried a drawing board and paints on his back, and his schoolbag was full of Olympiad problems.

Interests and hobbies are the same as personality, there is no trace, talent is superior, there is no distinction between good and bad. Ren Yu has always thought so.

But at this moment, he stared at the name card under the drawing paper, and the name on the work card on his chest, and suddenly became depressed.

He wished he had the same talent as his brother, drawing, or whatever.

At least it will make her notice.

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On the same day, Ren Yu completed the first skipping class in his student career.

After receiving his parents, he did not go back to the classroom to study on his own, but secretly went to the playground.

The show was performed in class order, and Ren Yu waited for a long time, and finally saw the red dresses, and they lined up on the stage and stood in the pre-set positions.

It's a chorus.

In the cold wind of deep winter, wearing a skirt as red as a flame, singing about spring.

Jiang Limei is the lead singer, standing in the center of the crowd, standing in front of the standing microphone, her back is straight, her chin is raised high, and she smiles brightly.

It was very windy that day, and the singing was mixed with the sound of the wind, which was collected by the microphone and spread in all directions, shuttling through the crowded and noisy playground, but Ren Yu could hear it clearly, he would always remember that day, she seemed to be singing in his ear, so close.

The chorus received a lot of applause, Jiang Limei walked off the stage, and a well-dressed middle-aged woman stepped forward and gave her a hug, as well as a bouquet of flowers, which should be her mother.

Ren Xun didn't know when he stood beside Ren Yu, he flipped through the program list in his hand and muttered: "Which class is this?" Then handed it to Ren Yu: "Brother, you can help me get it, I'll go backstage to have a look." ”

Ren Yu took the program list, and his fingertips unconsciously twisted a few times on the corners of the paper, no less nervous than watching the competition results.

I finally found it.

Class 8 of Senior High School, chorus, lead singer: Jiang Limei.

He finally knew how to write her name. Rose of dawn.

It was a bad day, the cold wind was raging, and there was no sun. But Ren Yu clearly felt the sunshine.

Through the clouds, it shone firmly on his back.