Yamaishi

Because of Lin Wanyi's relationship, Shen Zhuoqing can always see Zhang Wan in the office.After coming too often, Zhang Wan is not as constrained as when he first came here. If Shen Zhuoqing didn't come back to class, he would just sit on the sidelines and deal with things; every time he finished talking about Lin Wanyi's situation, he could exchange a few digressions.

Zhang Wan is only two years younger than Shen Zhuoqing, because he wants to stay in school, he has a lot to chat with Shen Zhuoqing during the application assessment.

After learning that Shen Zhuoqing started accumulating articles and publishing plays as an undergraduate, Zhang Wan couldn't help being dumbfounded.But Shen Zhuoqing said that this is nothing at all, he knew a person in N University, and the student work, social interaction, language, and scientific research were all good.

"The school spirit of N University is better." After hearing this, Zhang Wan was not without envy.After all, there are many people in the T Institute who only want to have a diploma. The kind of rare people that Shen Zhuoqing said can only be found with a lantern.

"It's just that the people I meet are good." Shen Zhuoqing's eyes narrowed into crescent moons.It is a proud and satisfying thing to secretly share the glorious deeds of your boyfriend with other people.

Zhang Wan had never seen such an expression before, but no matter how curious he was, he couldn't ask any more questions, so he could only continue the topic of the post and said, "Since the teacher is so good at writing, why don't you consider starting a blog?"

"Blog?" Shen Zhuoqing looked blank.

Back when I needed an appointment machine to go online, now everyone has an office computer.A BBS is enough for deep thinking, what kind of blog is coming.In recent years, the speed of new gadgets on the Internet is really getting faster and faster.

After Zhang Wan introduced the usage of the blog to Shen Zhuoqing in a few words, he registered an account for him on Shen Zhuoqing's office computer, and then logged into his own account to demonstrate the usage.During the movement, Zhang Wan noticed that there was a dense layer of books on the bookshelf next to the computer, but there was a delicate photo frame hidden in the gap between the books, which glowed silver under the light.

How could someone purposely frame a photo and then carefully hide it?Zhang Wan was puzzled, but still obediently left the table.

"The name of the teacher's blog is 'Shanshi'. Is there any allusion?" Zhang Wan stood up and asked, returning the debris on the desktop to its original place.

Shen Zhuoqing looked at the empty avatar on the screen, and there was a row of information to be filled in on the interface.He rubbed his eyes, just said, from the Book of Songs.

After Li Fangqian learned that Shen Zhuoqing had opened a blog, he immediately registered.The two were on the phone, secretly discussing how to fill in the information.

Speaking of it, Li Fangqian never cared about these details, but after being with Shen Zhuoqing, he suddenly had a lot of careful thoughts.He typed two words with a low smile, and said to the other end of the phone: "I have registered, take a look."

"Pillow rock?" Shen Zhuoqing looked at the name, remembered the childish game on the bus, and laughed, "I have a good memory, Mr. Li."

Li Fangqian followed Shen Zhuoqing's information and filled in the same words or confrontations, overflowing with a sense of possession of his own happiness in his heart.

Maybe because I was in a good mood, I filled in some blanks without thinking.After filling in, the hand that pressed the mouse suddenly paused.

Because a line of small gray characters appears in the center of the screen:

[Optional] Address: City N

But on Shen Zhuoqing's data card, this column was empty.

Li Fangqian hurriedly deleted it as if the text would burn the eyes, watching the cursor move to the left bit by bit, until the address column returned to the same blank as Shen Zhuoqing, Li Fangqian let out a long breath.

"What's the matter? Was it burned?" The team leader saw that Li Fangqian was sitting dishonestly, so he leaned over and looked at the screen, "Hey, what about blogging? It's very fashionable."

Li Fangqian quickly turned off the display screen, covered the receiver with his hand, and turned the phone upside down on the table.

"Tsk, isn't it just playing online during working hours? Why are you so excited? I won't report you." The team leader scolded, slapped Li Fangqian lightly, and threw a stack of materials, "Don't worry , even if you really neglect your duties, it won’t affect your going to City B. In the end, it was approved and you’re leaving for the winter vacation.”

A low voice came from the mobile phone on the table. Shen Zhuoqing might be alone in the office, and the voice was a bit loud, even if he covered his hands, the sound could be heard.Li Fangqian could only smile awkwardly, pretending to be calm.

"I'm sorry, so you were on the phone?" The team leader saw that it was not good for him to continue to disturb him, so he went back to his work station and continued to read the documents after handing over the materials.

Only then did Li Fangqian slowly pick up his mobile phone, staring at the departure date of "February 2" on the information.

Valentine's Day.After so many years, he finally wants to spend the first Valentine's Day with Shen Zhuoqing.

Shen Zhuoqing's blog often writes about flowers and plants, about universities, and about daily little things.

Although he writes the blog as a diary, Shen Zhuoqing still tirelessly keeps the text messages with Li Fangqian on paper.After more than a year, I have filled a thick notebook.

Under every blog of "Shanshi" on the Internet, you can see a person named "Zuiyan" leaving a message.With her sensitivity to words, Zhang Wan instinctively felt that this person had an unusual relationship with Shen Zhuoqing.

By coincidence, Zhang Wan found Zhenyan's data card by fumbling around, but saw an introduction like a conversation with Shen Zhuoqing's couple through the air.

Once, because Lin Wanyi made a lot of progress in the quiz, Zhang Wan brought her to thank Shen Zhuoqing. Before leaving, he suddenly asked, "Teacher, who is Zhenyan?"

A flash of panic flashed in Shen Zhuoqing's eyes, and he immediately pretended to have his hair cut with his hands, and only told Lin Wanyi to keep working hard, and if necessary, he could ask him for courseware.Naturally, Zhang Wan didn't ask any further questions, and led Lin Wanyi to thank him again, and then left.

In the following days, it was still the same as before, sometimes Zhang Wan would come to chat with him, and when it was time to eat, he would ask Lin Wanyi to have dinner together.But Shen Zhuoqing always felt that Zhang Wan's mood was not quite right recently.

Has something happened to Wanyi over the past few days?

After Shen Zhuoqing heard Zhang Wan sigh for the third time during the meal, she became even more convinced of this judgment.So she sent Lin Wanyi away and asked Zhang Wan to go for a walk on the playground.

"Huh?" Zhang Wan seemed to have just recovered, and after realizing that her state worried the teacher, she quickly waved her hand, "No, it's not her." After she said that, she lowered her head, and the wind blew her fine hair gently shaking.

Shen Zhuo nodded, and said with a smile, "It's not her? That's a private matter?" Then he looked at the frolicking crowd on the playground, as if he really wanted to join them: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. After all, I'm not your teacher."

Zhang Wan followed his gaze. A group of teenagers in sportswear were passing the ball. The football hit the lawn with a muffled sound, and then bounced out of an arc and went straight to the goal net. on the box.

Amidst the sighs of "almost entered", Zhang Wan said in a very soft voice: "It would be great if you were my teacher."

"Why do you say that?"

Shen Zhuoqing's ears had long been spoiled by Li Fangqian who always lowered his voice on the phone, no matter how soft Zhang Wan's sigh was, Shen Zhuoqing listened to it verbatim.As a result, Zhang Wan looked at him suspiciously, as if wondering how he heard it in such a noisy environment.

"It's nothing." Zhang Wan looked around and found two empty seats in the auditorium beside the stadium, then walked straight over, "It's just... there is a little disagreement between me and my tutor. "

Shen Zhuoqing was about to follow him to sit down, but saw that the empty seat was very thick with dust, and there were still unknown stains on the edge.Shen Zhuoqing looked at Zhang Wan's spotless coat, and thought that this should be a long story, so he simply suggested:

"Are you full tonight? Otherwise, go to a nearby restaurant and sit for a while?"

After nightfall, Hejie is more lively than during the day.Small vendors in twos and threes set up their stalls at the entrance of the alley, and the smell of deep frying penetrated into the nostrils from all directions; students who had dinner after club activities could be seen everywhere, and some of them had not had time to remove their stage makeup.Shen Zhuoqing was sitting next to a group of dance troupe members, with the left ear full of complaints about the lighting and dress going wrong at the party, and the right ear with the so-called disagreement between Zhang Wan and his mentor.

It can be heard that Zhang Wan is already trying to speak softly.

The environment was too noisy, Shen Zhuoqing could only hear the general idea clearly.

It probably means that Zhang Wan’s graduation thesis was about comparative literature in Asia, so he went to Southeast Asia for half a year, and now he has sorted out a semi-finished product, and the relevant materials are also complete.Zhang Wan then handed these over to the tutor to check, and was ready to start the question when the tutor nodded.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for nearly three months and repeated revisions during the period, I still did not get the approval of the instructor.

However, when Zhang Wan checked the core journals, he found a recent paper published by his tutor. The direction and references were almost exactly the same as his own, and there were even some original words in the text.

Shen Zhuoqing couldn't help frowning, and pushed a plate of barbecue in front of Zhang Wan: "Your mentor? You mean...Mr. Wu Que?"

Wu Que was once Zheng Qinyi's younger brother.Therefore, after entering the T hospital, Zheng Qinyi and Shen Zhuoqing mentioned this person, and Shen Zhuoqing paid more attention when working.Although I don't have much contact with him, in my impression, Wu Que is impeccable in his actions and is very pleased with his colleagues. I don't know much about his academic ability, but in terms of administration, it is said that he will soon replace the current dean.

How could such a thing be done when the future is bright?

"It's unbelievable, isn't it?" Zhang Wan drank a large glass of water without taking a bite of the meat and vegetables in front of him.He smiled bitterly, and stretched out three fingers to Shen Zhuoqing: "We still have three months to pre-defend, and now, everything has to be reversed, and I don't know if it will be too late. I reported this to the Graduate School , as a result, they said I was crazy to get something for nothing..."

Zhang Wan clutched the water glass tightly, and in the cold winter night, her white and slender fingers were covered with beads of sweat: "Teacher, you don't believe me, do you?"

Shen Zhuoqing was speechless for a long time.Although he has heard a little about the other side of the academic world, the teachers he has met for a long time are not bad.At this time, he especially wanted to ask Zheng Qinyi for advice. If it was Mr. Chen, he should be able to comfort Zhang Wan with ease, and then help him solve the follow-up problems.

But considering the relationship between Wu Que and Zheng Qinyi, in the end, Shen Zhuoqing decided to help Zhang Wan read the thesis materials first.

Sure enough, the editing time in the material was all earlier than the publication date of that article, nearly two months earlier; and the foreign translations quoted in the published article were almost exactly the same as those compiled by Zhang Wan, and the conclusion part was extremely similar.

Shen Zhuoqing suddenly felt sick.

"I'll ask the courtyard for you tomorrow." Shen Zhuoqing carefully sorted out the information, and cast an encouraging look at Zhang Wan, "Don't worry. With these things, it should be somewhat useful."