Tsinghua University

After many years, Shen Tinglan still remembers the morning when Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts sent the qualification certificate.At that time, he and Jiang Xusheng had already left Beijing and returned to Binhai No. [-] Middle School to study culture again.

They haven't read their textbooks for nearly a year, and their homework has fallen behind a lot, and their grades have dropped significantly compared to before leaving school.

Except for Shen Tinglan's mathematics.

It's not that he worked hard, but that he was too poor, and there was no room for him to decline.Even An Ming and the math teacher said that Shen Tinglan was allowed to do essay papers during math class.

But Shen Tinglan was unconvinced, just like a grasshopper after autumn, he had to jump up and down when he was about to die.He bought a lot of teaching aids related to mathematics, with Wang Houxiong on his left and Xue Jinxing on his right.During the lunch break at noon, I lay my pillow on "Hengshui High School Secret Scroll", and even replaced the extracurricular books with "Gauss Biography".

Even so, Shen Tinglan's math scores did not improve.A large paper, looking around, only probability questions make people feel kind.This morning during his self-study, he wrote a math paper with confidence, and when he looked at the answer, he only got a pitiful [-] points.

Jiang Fusheng was reciting English silently by the side. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shen Tinglan's face and knew that he hadn't worked hard today.He took out ten yuan from the desk and stuffed it into Shen Tinglan's hand: "Isn't it mathematics? There's no need to be angry with it. Let's eat snail noodles later, please."

Shen Tinglan loves to eat snail noodles, and even bought a small pot in Beijing for cooking noodles. Jiang Huaiyang and Zhao Han also like it.Whenever the three of them cook this stinky thing in the dormitory, Jiang Fusheng hides far away, squatting in the corner and sipping instant noodles.

Shen Tinglan took ten yuan, turned his head to look at Jiang Fusheng, couldn't help but think of the scene of him eating noodles with his nose pinched, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't you think it's too tasteful?"

"You cook it every now and then, I'm used to it." Jiang Fusheng wanted to make Shen Tinglan happy, and took out a pack of chicken feet from the desk, "Eating can relieve stress. Pickled cabbage is not spicy."

Shen Tinglan sneaked a glance at the teacher in front of the podium before tearing open the packaging bag, but suddenly remembered something, stopped his hand movements, and said quietly: "This time the head teacher won't adjust the camera to watch, right? The car overturned last time. "

"No," Jiang Fusheng reassured, "Last time, you had to braid yourself to die. If you can't have fun alone, you have to invite me to have fun together, or no one wants to watch the surveillance."

"Why do I have to braid myself? Isn't my hair long?"

"Tell me if your hair is long, and I'll cut it for you." Jiang Fusheng gave himself a thumbs up, "You are old and professional."

"Hurry up and pull it." Shen Tinglan stroked her hair, "It's the first time I see you, good guy, you almost shaved me into a Taoist monk."

Jiang Xu laughed: "If it wasn't for this misunderstanding, how could you remember me?"

"Even if there is no such misunderstanding, I can still remember you." Shen Tinglan followed with a smile, pointed to the "I want to take Tsinghua University" written on the title page of Jiang Fusheng with a pen, and said, "Your words are arrogant, and you are daydreaming. Suspicion, I was delighted at the first sight. I thought to myself, how can such a fool come out, and the slogan is louder than sleeping."

"Now you know I'm not daydreaming, right?" Jiang Fusheng said proudly, "Your boyfriend still has two brushes."

"Dare to say the horoscope." Shen Tinglan also stretched out his hand and gave himself a thumbs up, raising his eyebrows, "Your boyfriend has two brushes more than you."

"It's great, you will paint the walls when you decorate your home."

"If you have a room, you just paint the walls? You have three thousand credits in your pocket, and you dare to say three million."

"30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor." Jiang Fusheng said, "Shen Tinglan, you wait for me, I have to buy a house for you to live in."

"Don't brag." Shen Tinglan lowered his head to correct the wrong question, "Maybe I will buy a house first to support you."

While they were talking, the get out of class bell rang outside the classroom.The students put down their papers as if they had heard the charge, stood up and rushed out the door.

Shen Tinglan and Jiang Fusheng were not in a hurry. The audience for snail noodles in the cafeteria was very small, so they were not worried that they would be robbed.Two people were about to leave the classroom when a classmate rushed in through the door.With a happy expression on his face, he panted slightly and shouted loudly: "□□, □□! You have won!"

Jiang Fusheng didn't react for a while: "Hey, what happened to me?!"

"Tsinghua University!" The man patted the door frame excitedly, "Brother Lan has also won! The notice has been sent to the school, and the homeroom teacher is happy."

As soon as the words fell, a few students in the classroom who hadn't eaten breakfast yelled: "Gou丨Fugui, Gou丨Fugui! When are you two going to treat me?"

"I invite you to treat me, and I will treat you to a wedding wine in the future." Jiang Fusheng was not surprised that he had been admitted to Qingmei, but when he heard the news at this time, he still felt extremely happy, and even his heart beat faster.

Jiang Fusheng eagerly wanted to share this joy with others, he clenched his sleeves unconsciously, and looked sideways at Shen Tinglan.

He was even happier than him, his expression couldn't hide his joy, his face was slightly red, like an unripe little peach.

Jiang Fusheng suddenly felt cute, and asked seriously: "Together?"

Shen Tinglan nodded, her voice tensed slightly: "Together."

The sun shines through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, spreading brilliantly in front of them, just like their future.