Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 30 Young people are always romantic!
The sunshine on Xueyuan Road is like an unfolded scroll, sprinkling the road with warmth.

"It looks like it's going to snow soon. The weather is getting colder day by day."

"My hands are all covered in frostbite!"

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Students passing by in groups of three or four, wrapped tightly in down jackets, huddled together in the cold wind, complaining about the weather.

"Is it cold?" Wu Chen was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile.

The cold wind whistled past, but it couldn't blow away the joy in Wu Chen's heart.

"Let's take a nap first!"

Wu Chen thought about it and decided not to go to class. His nerves were tense all day and he needed to take a break. He also had to sort out the matters that were coming up.

The days ahead will only get busier, and the past few months may be the most leisurely time he has had in college.

In the dormitory, the yellowed curtains were cast by the sunlight, leaving mottled light and shadows.

Wu Chen kicked off his shoes and lazily threw himself onto the bed. The bed creaked and as soon as his head touched the pillow, fatigue came over him like a soft cloud, wrapping him up and he fell into a deep sleep.

I slept until the dormitory door banged loudly.

"Damn, I thought it was a ghost!" Xiang Zhuo pushed the door open and subconsciously took two steps back, moving towards Park Songri and Chu Tianshu.

Wu Chen was awakened by the noise. He rubbed his eyes and said speechlessly, "You're the ghost!"

"Brother Chen, you're so comfortable now. You can skip classes if you want.

We were exhausted after a whole afternoon of classes. The film theory that Lao Li talked about was so hypnotic." Xiang Zhuo looked envious.

"What Lao Li said was all practical stuff. It was a bit hypnotic, but it doesn't hurt to listen more." Wu Chen twisted his neck, got out of bed, and put on a sweater. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. I wanted to go, but Song Ri and Tian Shu said they hadn't seen you all afternoon, so they came to see where you were first!" Xiang Zhuo supported himself on the bed frame and yawned, obviously waiting for Wu Chen to go with him.

"Okay, let's go to the next restaurant together. It's my treat tonight." Wu Chen lifted the heel of his shoe, took two steps, and patted Xiang Zhuo's shoulder. "Let's go."

"Hmm?" Park Song-il and the other two looked at each other, and a hint of joy flashed between their brows.

We are not stupid, and we all have a vague guess about what is going on.

"Brother Chen, can we go do odd jobs now?" Xiang Zhuo was a little excited, rubbing his hands while laughing.

Wu Chen's eyes flashed with a smile, and everyone understood tacitly.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you tonight." Xiang Zhuo yelled, "Tianshu, Songri, think about it, what can we eat?"

"How about mutton hotpot?" Chu Tianshu had just made the suggestion when Wu Chen and Park Songri both patted their chests at the same time.

"Tianshu, let's change something else. I'm tired of it. Now I feel sick just hearing about it." Wu Chen said with a wry smile, the smell of last night's mutton still churning in his stomach.

"Let's have barbecue and have a drink tonight." Park Song-il thought about it and made a suggestion that everyone could accept.

In the winter evening, the night falls quietly like a veil, and before people can come to their senses, the starry sky is like a piece of brocade dotted with silver light, leisurely spread across the sky.

The barbecue stall is in a small alley on Xueyuan Road, about ten minutes' walk away.

Only then did Wu Chen take out his cell phone, open Penguin, and see if there was any missed news.

What caught my eye was Liu Yifei's message. I opened it and saw that there were four messages.

"Junior brother, are you here?"

"Junior brother, where are the people?"

"Junior brother!!!"

"Junior brother???"

Wu Chen couldn't help but laugh at the increasing tone. "Hey, Brother Chen, what are you looking at? You look so happy?" Xiang Zhuo shouted, drawing curious glances from Park Songri and Chu Tianshu.

However, although the three of them were curious, they did not go up to Wu Chen to see what the specific news was.

"Could it be news about Senior Sister? Look at Brother Chen's smile, it's likely!"

Xiang Zhuo had a sly smile on his face, twisted his fingers, and changed to a sharp female voice, "Junior brother, hey, are you there? Junior brother, I miss you so much"

The three of them burst into laughter, and Wu Chen cursed and laughed, not forgetting to kick him.

"Look, he's getting angry out of shame!" Xiang Zhuo did not forget to finish off the opponent while dodging.

At the same time, Liu Yifei, who had just finished filming her scene, took the bottle of mineral water handed to her by Liu Xiaoli, gulped down two gulps, and touched her belly, "Mom, is it time to eat?"

"It's being delivered. It will be a little late." Liu Xiaoli turned around and glanced at the people in the field management team. Seeing that everyone was sitting in the distance chatting, she responded immediately.

"Oh!" Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei had no choice but to wait. She silently picked up her mobile phone, supported her chin with her left hand, and opened Penguin.

"No way, why haven't you replied yet?" Liu Yifei muttered to herself as she looked at Wu Chen's chat window, which still contained no message.

At this moment, the chat window flickered, and Liu Yifei couldn't help but smile.

"If you have something to say, please report it. If not, please leave!"

Looking at Wu Chen's reply, Liu Yifei pouted and pressed the phone keyboard frantically.

We arrived at the barbecue stall, with several greasy plastic tables placed crookedly.

Park Song-il and his companions skillfully picked the ingredients, and soon the barbecue with the aroma of charcoal fire was served on the table.

While replying to Liu Yifei, Wu Chen clinked glasses with his roommates who were eating with their mouths full of grease. He couldn't help but smile as he listened to them reminiscing about the past.

"Now I understand what it means to want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine together, but it never feels like the journey of youth!"

Xiang Zhuo poured himself a glass of wine, with a rather comical air of a teenager pretending to be sad. "I'm telling you, time flies by so fast. Before I knew it, I was already in college. In a few years, I'll graduate, get married, and have kids."

"Xiang Zhuo, what the hell are you doing? You don't even have a girlfriend!" Chu Tianshu scolded with a smile.

"Oh right, damn, I forgot the key point. So Brother Chen is still the best. If nothing else, just look at this face and talent. I guess his love life will be smooth sailing! It will definitely be a smooth journey!"

"Have you been reading too much youth tragedy literature lately?" Wu Chen smiled. "Actually, your love life should be going pretty smoothly too!"

"What's wrong with me?" Xiang Zhuo looked at Wu Chen in confusion.

“There are not many people along the way!”

"Hahaha!" Park Song-il and Chu Tianshu laughed so hard that they almost spilled their beer.

"I rely on!"

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The clinking of wine glasses and laughter intertwined at this small barbecue stall.

Above the four people's heads, the Milky Way poured down like broken diamonds onto the greasy folding table. The fireworks of the world curled up, and the charcoal fire outlined the swaying silhouettes of the four people.

The fat dripping from the lamb kidneys exploded on the iron grate, and the crackling sound was mixed with the hoarse howls of Xiang Zhuo and the others.

"Youth can't be faked!"

Wu Chen put aside his emotions and immersed himself completely in it, holding up his wine glass, with foam splashing everywhere as the glasses collided.

"Don't listen to Xiang Zhuo's 'I want to buy some osmanthus flowers and carry some wine'. He's only in his early twenties, why is he pretending to be so mature?" Wu Chen stood up, his Adam's apple rolling. "Listen to me, today we'll break off some osmanthus branches and use them as torches. Burn them until the stars and the moon shine, and the young man will be as romantic as ever!"

"it is good!"

The three of them shouted in unison, the wine glasses clinked, and the passion of youth exploded on this winter night.

(End of this chapter)