Yamaishi

The person in charge of typesetting in the Propaganda Department is a first-year graduate student. She chose a silhouette of holding hands for the cover.What interested her the most in the feed was the Jungle Poetry Club.So, she ran to the school magazine area, found those books with strange colors from many newspapers, and sat in the library all afternoon.

The Ministry of Culture and Sports has put in all its strength to create more sensational content than Xuechuang.They approached Sun Qianming and asked him if he had any idea to revive the play "Love Letter" a few years ago.The teacher's eyes were dim, and he nodded leisurely until a few students began to fidget.

The Ministry of Communications is still busy building a platform for internships and exchanges, and laughs off these flamboyant things. It is only after a conference that they guess why Li Fangqian accepted the interview for a small on-campus seminar—probably because, this The seminar belongs to N University.In the end, everyone came to this conclusion unanimously.

The Innovation and Innovation Department was having a dinner at this time, and the members finished their meal contentedly, and they all chattered about Lu Jing asking for a clear and clumsy photo.

"I really don't." Lu Jing raised her hands sincerely, begging for mercy from a table of people, "My guide only gave me a look...how should I say it? In today's words, it looks very youthful , At that time, there was no Meitu Xiuxiu, so I didn’t know what a real person would look like.”

"Can't find any photos?" A member obviously didn't believe Lu Jing, and was about to pinch her face.

"Really not!" Lu Jing hurriedly turned on her phone in order to prove herself that she didn't hide photos of handsome guys.This time the face unlock was exceptionally smooth.

Click on the search bar, only to find a few notices and appointments, just a few words.There was a burst of disappointed sighs one after another, and the people at the table looked at each other in blank dismay.It shouldn't be, since you have worked with a famous director, why can't you find it?

"You guys are stupid! Search for a pseudonym!"

Suddenly reminded, Lu Jing slapped her forehead, thinking that she had really changed her manuscript recently and changed her IQ to offline.

Quickly re-enter the search, Shanshi.

Sure enough, a list of masterpieces and anecdotes jumped out immediately, and the number of pages was several times larger than before.

"Have you found it!" Everyone urged.

Some people couldn't hold back their curiosity and waited anxiously, so they simply opened the search bar by themselves.

The people gathered around her had moved to the opposite side of the table at this time, and some people stretched their necks to look inward.During the waiting process, everyone guessed the restaurants and California in the 90s in twos and threes.

"Damn it! Isn't this too good-looking? Should I be sour on you or Mr. Sourshen?!"

I don't know whose voice came from the two circles of heads inside and outside.

"Eh? Mr. Shen didn't participate in the youth education project, he opened his own studio——I said, why haven't I heard of such a famous person in the school." Lu Jing muttered, and continued to scroll down. Encyclopedia, "Ahhhhh! He didn't go to the interview back then because he accompanied me to Sichuan! What kind of fairy love is this!"

Then, read aloud the news that appeared next to the following:

"On May 2008, 5, Mr. Shan Shi, a famous writer and screenwriter, was invited to go to Sichuan with the geological scientific exploration team of N University to go deep into the disaster area to create a documentary. His works won the..."

I don’t know how the smart association of the news was captured, but the smart recommendation next to this article turned out to be:

The "Interpretation No. 748 of Interpretation" in Taiwan requires that relevant laws be amended or enacted within two years.If it is not completed within the time limit, same-sex couples can register for marriage in accordance with the current "Civil Law".

"I can't say I went with you. The Mr. Shen in the story doesn't seem like someone who would give up his goal for someone." A girl said, "How many confidants do you have? Love is even harder to find. You can only Said, they are so lucky to meet each other—hey, I'm so sour now."

"That's true." Lu Jing nodded, "Besides, there are no miscellaneous restrictions, Mr. Shen's creation may be more free now."

The students chatted about their happiness while eating, but the central figure of the topic was busy writing in the bedroom.

The party was replaying in the living room, Li Fangqian hurriedly took advantage of the sound of gongs and drums on the TV, ran to the kitchen on tiptoe, and took out a small box from under the bed.

After reconfirming that the contents inside were still there, Li Fangqian hurriedly returned to the living room with a bowed body - if Lu Jing saw him like this, she would probably take a picture of him and post it in the group meeting for a day and a night.

The sound of gongs and drums still didn't stop, but Li Fangqian saw Shen Zhuoqing open the bedroom door.

Like a child caught in a hide-and-seek game, Li Fangqian made a dejected expression: "My movements are so light, can you still find out?"

After all, he had no choice but to take out the box from under the sofa, and there was a clear stone lying in it.

"What is this for? To make up for the New Year's gift that was missed due to the field survey?" Shen Zhuoqing asked with a smile.

From Li Fangqian's point of view, his lover's eyes did light up all of a sudden, but he was still beating his heart, fearing that Shen Zhuoqing would not like it, he asked: "Yeah. Do you think it's very uncreative after so many years?" , every time I come back from a business trip, I only know how to give this one thing.”

Before anyone could speak, Li Fangqian gently closed the lid, with a bit of grievance in his tone: "But they are actually not the same."

He opened the cabinet, "For example, this one, the white one, was given to me by a little boy when we went to Sichuan for disaster relief together."

"The piece in my hand was picked up from the aftershock stone when I went back to the Longmen Mountains for survey last week."

"I thought... Exactly ten years, it's quite meaningful-in fact, stones can also tell stories, but it's too boring to tell, I'm afraid you won't like to listen to it."

The speech was long and dry, but Shen Zhuoqing didn't intend to interrupt at all, but just looked at him with crooked eyes and said: "It won't be boring, you continue, I love to listen."

Li Fangqian's eyes lit up, and he explained the mechanism of the rock formation to Shen Zhuoqing. He planned to speak a few words hastily, but the more he talked, the more excited he became, and 10 minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Zhuoqing suppressed a smile, looked at him, then shook his head, laughing at his idiot.

"Okay, don't laugh at me, please let Teacher Shen make way, the nerd is going out to work hard."

Shen Zhuoqing felt a little angry when he heard this, and quickly pinched his arm, "You are three years old? Can you make a fuss?"

"It hurts, it's not making a fuss!" Li Fangqian held his arms dumbfoundingly, "I really have to work hard, and Lu Jing made an appointment to talk to me in the afternoon about the publication—she has been busy writing novels every day recently, and the papers are too slow." That's called a—"

After searching for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable adjective, Li Fangqian could only sigh.

Shen Zhuoqing didn't make amends for him, instead, he laughed even wider. Seeing that Li Fangqian's face was turning dark, he said seriously: "I'm going out with you, and I happened to go to the Academy of Arts to talk to Lao Sun about a play."

"Your studio wants to cooperate with him?"

"Yeah, the quality of the student troupe he brought up is quite high, and we plan to create an original play."

"Hiss—he's the director? That's up to you."

After staying at the Academy of Geological Sciences until the end of get off work, Li Fangqian guessed that Shen Zhuoqing had finished chatting, so he went to the Academy of Arts to pick him up.

The tree-lined avenue around the Faculty of Letters now has no shade on both sides, and the bare branches draw a few Chinese characters in the air.

After receiving the person, Li Fangqian still walked on the left side of the road, always looking at Shen Zhuoqing on the right.

The snowflakes in the south fell with the rain, sticking to the shoulders one by one, leaving a small wet mark.

"Do you want an umbrella?" He shook the umbrella to the right.

At this time, he was passing the Faculty of Arts, and the back-shaped corridor on the second floor was full of people.The students poked their heads out and stood in the corridor looking at the first snow of the year.

Looking at it from Li Fangqian's angle, beside the bright red wall, there are many young lives looking up at the snow.

"Do not hit."

"Okay, then don't fight."

Li Fangqian smiled and stretched out his hand, shoving to the right twice from time to time.Laughing and making noise, he looks like a middle school student who hasn't graduated yet.

The students in the dean's corridor could see the two figures downstairs.Walking crookedly, smiling inexplicably.

But no one cared about it, after all, everything in the world has become poetry in the snow.

It's just that through this shadow that is getting farther and farther away, snow watchers seem to be able to see the setting sun and morning dew that have passed for decades.

People facing the sun, as far as the eyes can see, are endless.

The author says:

What else do you want to see? You can say it in the comment area, or leave me a message on Weibo~ Can I, Kangkang, make another episode~PS I want to advertise for the next door "Unhappy", come to Kangkang Teachers and Students Years to follow~