Self-cultivation of spare tire

The public exam lasted for a whole month. During this month, the local library and study room were full, and even the park, which was usually unattended, was full of people reviewing books with computers.

On the day when Chen Zhu's last exam ended, the first snow in early winter came unexpectedly.

The velvet-like white snow fell like a layer of sweet icing, falling on every corner of the street.

Chen Zhu tightened his coat and rushed into the wind and snow.His shoulders were instantly covered with snowflakes, and even his eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of ice mist.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year." Chen Wenguo on the other end of the phone sighed, "Everyone here is wearing spring clothes."

Chen Zhu breathed out a mouthful of white mist, "Yes." In the blink of an eye, he had been away from home for almost two years.

Of course Chen Wenguo missed his grandson very much, but this stubborn old man refused to show any weakness, he just said that the fruits in the mountains are ripe, the fish fry are big, and the children in the stockade are yelling and asking Brother Zhuzi all day long. where.

Of course, Chen Zhu understood the old man's silent miss. He smiled and said, "I'll buy a plane ticket when things settle down here."

Yesterday is like a dream, and the dream is like yesterday.After leaving his hometown for too long, Chen Zhu's dreams every night are all about the narrow concrete road.

Chen Wenguo was obviously much happier, but he said: "It's so far away, tossing around..." He paused, and then asked, "That Ye Xi, will he come back with you? We are poor here. , there are many places to play."

Ye Xi... Chen Zhu's heart sank. Ever since he proposed to separate and calm down with Ye Xi that night, he deliberately shut down everything about Ye Xi.

Whether it's regret or loss, Chen Zhu packed up all his emotions and put them in a corner.

Now that the exam is over, Chen Zhu is instantly enveloped in belated disappointment.

He sniffed and let out a breath of white air, "He..." Chen Zhu said hesitantly, "Maybe, he won't go back with me."

Chen Wenguo knew Chen Zhu well, and when he heard Chen Zhu's hesitant tone, he understood what was going on.

"Zhu'er, our older generation can't keep up with your young people, but there is one sentence that grandpa still has to repeat." Chen Wenguo said, "Love is often the icing on the cake."

Chen Zhu understood what Chen Wenguo meant. From childhood to adulthood, what Chen Wenguo taught Chen Zhu was to cultivate himself and aspire to serve the country.

In Professor Chen Wenguo's The Way of a Gentleman, Fengyue has never been mentioned, and Chen Wenguo seems to have deliberately avoided these.

Chen Wenguo: "The career you want to devote yourself to in the future needs someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

He knew Chen Zhu too well, he knew that the child was lonely since he was a child, and lacked warmth and love in his heart.

But Ruan Ruanxiang is the most debilitating willpower, useless gentleness will only hinder Chen Zhu's progress.

Chen Zhu was sobered up by the cold wind, and was stabbed in the heart by Chen Wenguo's words.

His passionate and pure love is a volcano that has been suppressed for too long under years of loneliness, and a little spark will make Chen Zhu erupt and fall.

He once longed for a vigorous love, and also looked forward to a long-lasting friendship-these are his resistance to rigid rules that have been suppressed for too long.

In the past, he was with Xu Lanting behind everyone's backs, rushing to and sinking regardless of everything, nothing more than that little spark from Xu Lanting aroused the long-suppressed enthusiasm.

Times have changed, and in the boundless snow, Chen Zhu looked at the hazy sky, and suddenly came up with a thought—maybe, he shouldn't be born to stay for anyone.

Some people are not born in love.

Chen Zhu thought, maybe he was that kind of person.

Under the hazy snow-colored sky, Chen Zhu seemed to see a single bird.

A bird never lands.

Chen Zhu used to think that Asuka was too unfeeling, but now he has tasted the taste of being crazy about dreams, tasted the chills in the wind and clouds, and experienced the devastation of snowstorms.

Who said that a wide sky is not as good as a warm set?

There are ideals besides Fengyue. Love makes people crazy, and so do ideals.

Chen Zhu: "Grandpa, I..." He had a lot of words, which turned into a solemn promise, "I will finish my studies as soon as possible and return to China."

"Okay." Chen Wenguo knew that he was too cruel to Chen Zhu, even unfeeling.

But what he wants to cultivate is a member who can push the country forward, not a mediocre person who is addicted to love.

Whether cruel or ruthless, Chen Wenguo fulfilled his mission with a ruthless heart, and he also hoped that Chen Zhu could complete his own mission.

The exam month finally passed, Chen Zhu consulted Shen Qingqu immediately, and after reading his rough answers, the other party gave a conclusion, "The grades are up to the standard, but the admission to prestigious schools also needs to consider many factors other than the grades. "

Chen Zhu knew that he had already done everything he could do, and the next thing was to wait.

He is not ashamed of his heart, and he is not ashamed of his hard work these days.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Qingqu seemed a little hesitant. He first asked Chen Zhu about the recent time, and then mentioned that some awards ceremonies would be held in the organization.

"However, those things will not be held until after the candidates' results come out." Shen Qingqu habitually tapped on the table lightly, before hesitating to speak, "Before that, we can get together in private."

Chen Zhu thought about the people in the class. In fact, many of them were just acquaintances. Everyone was busy dealing with piles of test papers, and they didn't meet too much.

"Hmm..." Shen Qingqu seemed to understand one point, but he still wanted to fight for something, or rather, he couldn't give up easily, "It's just a simple get together, let's say goodbye."

Chen Zhu didn't hesitate, firstly, he had quit his job in the restaurant, so he still had plenty of time; secondly, Shen Qingqu really helped him a lot.

"The time and place are fixed, you tell me." Chen Zhu said, "I will go."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then coughed slightly, as if he had choked on water.

"That's good." Shen Qingqu said calmly, "I will send an email to inform everyone."

Chen Zhu smiled, "Teacher, it's just a private dinner, there's no need to be so formal. How about I go to the group and say something."

Shen Qingqu came to his senses and smiled too, really confused...He smiled and said: "Let me tell you, please... You have to eat, of course the teacher will tell you."

The time for the dinner party was quickly set, and the students in the class were very proud of Shen Qingqu, they agreed to come down one after another, and clamored to bring gifts to thank Shen Qingqu.

Chen Zhu also realized that he really should bring a gift to Shen Qingqu.

He looked through the money in his account, and in the past year, Chen Zhu had saved a sum of money by frugality, and the tuition fee and living expenses for the first year of college were not a problem.

Chen Zhu reckoned that Shen Qingqu would not accept too expensive gifts, he thought for a while, compared to the price, it seemed that the heart was the most important thing.

He thought for a while, got up, and found rice paper from the bookshelf.

Chen Zhu picked up the pen, and the ink color smudged on the soft paper.His pen style has always been free and easy, but this time he writes in a steady manner.

The four large characters on the paper were Chen Zhu's thanks to Shen Qingqu, and also Chen Zhu's reminder to himself.

There were many people who helped him along the way, whether it was the faceless school manager, Shen Qingqu, or even Ye Xi who took care of him in the early morning——Chen Zhu took all of these people to heart.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

Chen Zhuhaosheng dried the words and carefully mounted them.

"Chen Zhu, where have you been?" Shen Qingqu called and asked.

Chen Zhu took the gift and put on his coat, "I'm leaving now." Chen Zhu thought for a while, but it might be abrupt to give a gift suddenly, so it would be better to tell Shen Qingqu in advance, "Well... I have prepared a gift for you, I hope You like it."

Unexpectedly, Shen Qingqu was silent for a while, and then said: "Send me your address, and I will pick you up."

After a while, Chen Zhu saw Shen Qingqu's car on the side of the street.

The cold wind was raging, Chen Zhu didn't expect Shen Qingqu to get off the car himself, and walked towards him.

A pitch-black umbrella was opened above his head, Shen Qingqu didn't seem to know the cold, so he just put Chen Zhu under the umbrella, "Let's go."

The heating in the car is sufficient, blocking the cold wave outside the car, making it warm and dry.

Before Chen Zhu took out his gift, there was a square box in front of him.

"Huh?" Chen Zhu looked at Shen Qingqu with some doubts, but the other party started the engine calmly, and said flatly: "I prepared a little gift for everyone, and this is yours."

Shen Qingqu paused, then slowly turned the steering wheel, "We'll see when we go home."

"Thank you." Chen Zhu put the exquisite little box away, and then quietly looked at the wind and snow outside the window.

Over the years, although he has learned to drive, he still inevitably feels a little dizzy when he gets in the car.

"If you feel dizzy, just look out the window and distract yourself."

The man used to hold the steering wheel casually, talking and pressing the gas pedal to the bottom.

A man never seems to care about the feelings of others. He pursues speed, so no matter how dizzy the people around him are, he will not slow down even a little.

Xu Shi's nerves that had been tense for many years suddenly relaxed. These days, Chen Zhu would always think of Xu Lanting.

Xu Lanting's bad, Xu Lanting's very, Xu Lanting's ostentatious, presumptuous, ruthless...

The bitter sweetness of the memory stays in the throat for a long time, it doesn't hurt, but it lingers for a long time.

Shen Qingqu coughed, seeming to inadvertently start the topic of chatting, "You...have you prepared a gift for me?"

"Yeah." Chen Zhu came back to his senses, and took out his framed gift from his bag, "It's not something expensive, I wrote it myself."

Shen Qingqu slowly put the car into the parking space, glanced at the things in Chen Zhu's hands, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "You wrote it yourself?"

"Thank you." Shen Qingqu parked the car, turned around, looked at Chen Zhu, his beautiful and narrow eyes reflected Chen Zhu's clean smile, "I like it very much."

Shen Qingqu asked politely, "Can you take it apart and have a look?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the carefully wrapped gift in his hand.

"Yes." Chen Zhu looked at Shen Qingqu's suddenly blushing ear tips, feeling a little inexplicable.

The man carefully unwrapped the outer layer of colored paper, and what caught his eye was the four large characters of Duanfang.

The smile on Shen Qingqu's lips paused, "En Shan Yi Hai?"

"En." Chen Zhu nodded, seeing that Shen Qingqu's face didn't look happy, he was a little embarrassed, "Although the writing is not very good, but, I—"

"No." Shen Qingqu gritted his back teeth slightly, pulled out a smile, and said to Chen Zhu, "The writing is very good, very good."

Enshan Yihai, very good, very good...

The author has something to say: I'm too sleepy... Zhu'er in the back is drunk, and I'll send Caiji shed tears when I fix it tomorrow jpg