can you do it

Jiang Shuyi almost suffered from insomnia that night. As soon as he closed his eyes, Jin Yuan's voice was around his ears, "Push her down, push her down!"

Had a nightmare in the middle of the night, the man pushed suddenly, the long-haired girl fell from the cliff like a dead leaf, and the light-hearted comedy suddenly turned into a murder mystery.

The quality of sleep was poor due to jet lag, and he had a dream all night, and he woke up in the morning without energy. Jiang Shu also drank a glass of milk and sat on the sofa dejectedly.

Jin Yuan came out of the bathroom in good spirits, "Isn't it Jiang Shuyi? You're so hangover from the little drink last night, can you do it?"

Jiang Shuyi half-closed her eyes, thinking to herself, thanks to you.

The wake-up bell from the campus came slowly across the balcony. He got up and took the time to go to the bathroom to wash up.

The switch of the washbasin was loose, Jiang Shuyi tried several times, but no water came out, so he asked through the door, "Jin Yuan, do you have water when you use it?"

Jin Yuan heard the sound and appeared.

"It was there just now, but it's very small." The design of the wash area was cramped, and he leaned over to turn on the faucet. "Maybe the pipe is clogged. Use the shower first, and report for repair later."

The shower and the bathtub are next to each other. Jiang Shuyi glanced at it when receiving the water, and found a hair in the bathtub, which was stuck in the gap between the valve hole connection, which was particularly conspicuous against the white porcelain.

Legs...leg hair?

Jin Yuan was still tinkering with the faucet, Jiang Shuyi wanted to wait for him to leave before dealing with it, but couldn't take it anymore, and when the mouthwash cup was full, he fell down suddenly.

Can't get rid of it.

Jin Yuan saw it from the corner of his eye, and reminded, "Use your hands."

Jiang Shu also looked at him.

The next moment, the two said in unison in tacit understanding, "You do it!"

Jiang Shu also took out a piece of paper and gave it to Jin Yuan, "Get your stuff."

"My things?" Jin Yuan looked at him with unclear eyes, "They are all crooked, you have no leg hair or other hair."

Feeling ruffian and owed, Jiang Shu also wanted to fight him on purpose, "Then pull it out and see if my name is written on it."

"Don't pull it out," Jin Yuan pressed his shoulder, "Whoever sees it first will be in charge."

It was so strong that it made Jiang Shu feel uncomfortable, "Let go."

"You get rid of it first," said Jin Yuan, "or else just leave it there. Anyway, I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder or cleanliness."

Jiang Shuyi let him laugh, grabbed his hand suddenly, and dug into the bottom of the bathtub. Jin Yuan almost fell into it, "I rely on Jiang Shuyi!"

As soon as the palms were rubbed together, the hair came out of the bathtub.

Jin Yuan supported the bottom of the tank, and wiped Jiang Shuyi's face with his backhand. Jiang Shuyi was startled, and used the shower to slap him.

Jin Yuan went to grab it, and the two sprayed water on each other, getting wet all over.

The whole bathroom seemed to be swept by a wave, and the floor was slippery. They pushed from the bathtub to the shower, and pulled from the shower to the bathtub.

Jin Yuan held Jiang Shuyi down and forcibly touched his face with his dirty hands.

Jiang Shu also kicked Jin Yuan, subconsciously speaking English, "youbloodybastard."

It may be that the previously indifferent hostility in his eyes has completely dissipated, or it may be that the frigid face is too vivid, the English accent is vigorous, and the pajamas are soaked transparent again.

Looking at him, Jin Yuan felt that he was a little too beautiful.

I thought to myself, how can a man grow up like this.

"Jiang Shuyi, you were like a little daughter-in-law yesterday, 'what do you want to eat, what do you want to drink, thank you', but today you lift your pants and deny anyone." Jin Yuan said, "be careful, I told the fat man, the warning bucket is You take it away and let him settle accounts with you."

"Go." Jiang Shuyi lifted Jin Yuan away, pulled the towel to wipe his hair, and curled his lips, "The road at the back door is under construction, the street lights are in disrepair for a long time, and the monitoring is probably broken. There is no monitoring, so His character, after being bluffed by you once, will not believe you again."

Lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, Jin Yuan was angry and funny, and threatened after thinking for a while, "Then I will tell Mr. Cheng that Jiang Shuyi, who he thought was polite and educated, is all fake."

Show Jiang Shuyi the video.The maintenance had to submit photos or videos in advance. During the time when he was taking pictures of the sink, he had a fight with Jiang Shuyi and recorded them all.

Jin Yuan pressed pause and pulled back for a few seconds. When Jiang Shuyi was touched in the face by him, he couldn't help swearing.

Seeing the video, Jiang Shu also paused.Because of the previous festival, he didn't hide too much in front of Jin Yuan.

In the past, fighting back was when encountering difficulties or being attacked, but this time it was a bit of a joke.

Not to mention showing it to Mr. Cheng, showing it to anyone would make him uncomfortable.

Jin Yuan shook the phone, "Jiang Shuyi, I'm a little cold, I need a bath towel."

Jiang Shu also threw a towel to him.

After going back to the bedroom and changing their clothes, Jiang Shuyi was about to go out, Jin Yuan shouted, "Jiang Shuyi, I'm thirsty."

Jiang Shu also picked up the mineral water on the coffee table and threw it into his arms.

Jiang Shuyi walked quickly, entered the elevator, Jin Yuan was still locking the door, and said lazily, "Jiang Shuyi, wait."

Jiang Shu also slammed the close button, the elevator door closed, and when Jin Yuan was about to arrive, the middle seam just closed tightly.

With a sound of "ding", the phone screen lit up, and Jiang Shu also took a look.

The inch-headed jerk: [fuck! 】

Jiang Shu also replied to him: [? 】

The inch-headed bastard: [You deliberately pretended not to hear, did you? 】

Jiang Shu also typed slowly: 【Hear what? 】

"Inch head bastard" is inputting, stop, is inputting, and finally jumps out a sentence: [OK. 】

The elevator door was as clean as a mirror, and Jiang Shu also put the phone back in his pocket. When he looked up, he saw the reflection, and clearly recognized the slight smile in his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, recalling all the things just now, and reflected that he would become so childish.

Going back ten years, he couldn't do such a thing.

It is true that those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

After being delayed in the bathroom for a while, Jiang Shuyi was almost late, and the class position was basically fixed. He went to the empty space to put the books, and Zhu Qian asked with her face on her face, "Why is it so late today?"

Liu Jiaqi blinked her watery eyes, and answered with a smile, "I was called to work by my instructor."

The girls majoring in comparative literature have their own characteristics, but they all have good personalities and are very kind to him. After getting along for a period of time, they get to know each other a lot.

"No, I got up late." Jiang Shuyi opened the chair and said solemnly.

The comparative study of writers in the first two lectures focuses on text study.Before the end of get out of class, the professor vaccinated them, saying that the end-of-class essay should be prepared early, with a base of [-] words, and the plagiarism rate should not exceed [-]%.

As soon as the professor left, wailing resounded in the classroom.

"Ten percent outrageous!"

"I've asked. The previous session required 15.00%. The last session was [-]. It's shrinking year by year."

……

Zhu Qian took Proust's "àl'ombre des jeunes fillesenfleurs" and discussed a few words with Jiang Shuyi.

"I plan to make Hogan's inheritance and breakthrough of Proust," she scratched her hair in distress. "Background comparison, stream-of-consciousness style comparison, and writing skills difference. If the writing is finer, it should have [-] words."

"Background comparison is difficult," Li Yuanxin, who was sitting next to him, interjected, "Proust is fine, but Hogan has only become famous in the world literary world in recent years, and there is relatively little information."

He was admitted to University A by immigrating from the college entrance examination, followed the connections, and chose the route of academic innovation and research protection, which is to the extent that his academic level will be exposed as soon as he speaks.

But to save face, he likes to talk nonsense, making it appear that he is not that watery.

Liu Jiaqi took over, "Since he won the Booker Prize for the first time, many critics have paid attention to him, and the research on his works is almost exhausted. It's just that he is low-key and there are insufficient biographical materials."

Li Yuanxin immediately asked for help, "I'm talking about biographical information."

Zhu Qian sighed, wondering whether to change the research object.Jiang Shu was also reading a book, taking notes, and interjected, "I can find Hogan's general life experience, some acceptance speeches and unpublished interviews, and I will sort them out and send them to you in a few days."

Liu Jiaqi's eyes sparkled, and she smiled brightly, "Really, thank you, thank you!" Zhu Qian also smiled, clasping her hands together, "Thank you, boss, for saving me from the fire and water."

He was the one who was surrounded before. Li Yuanxin felt upset and changed the subject, "I heard from Director Wei that the college is in contact with Hogan and intends to invite him to give lectures at the school."

The focus shifted successfully, and everyone chatted about Hogan with great interest.

"Hopefully it works, I love his work so much."

"I don't know what Hogan's personality is. Some British people I met are very contradictory. They have a conservative trait of extreme restraint and repressed introspection, but they are very romantic in their bones. From time to time, they break through the restraint of indulgence." Liu Jiaqi said, On vacation in the UK, I went to the bar with a little brother in Liverpool, who is usually a gentleman to death, but that night it really hit the waves, and I was shocked."

"It's just pretending, the British are like this," Li Yuanxin turned to look at Jiang Shuyi, and deliberately asked in a joking tone, "Isn't it Jiang Shuyi?"

"I don't know, I'm Chinese." Jiang Shuyi said lightly, "Any act of labeling a group by nationality, race, or region is very stupid, and it usually occurs among people with low levels of education and intelligence. "

"It's just a joke." Li Yuanxin smiled, "Why can't you afford it?"

"What can you afford and can't afford?" Liu Jiaqi chided him, "I think Jiang Shuyi is also joking, but you can drive him but he can't."

Li Yuanxin chased after her.Li Yuanxin is superficial, narcissistic, narrow-minded, and has a lot of problems, but he really has nothing to say to girls.She has a sweet mouth, gives priority to the opposite sex in everything, and helps solve problems immediately.After expressing his love for her, he was considerate in every possible way, and his preference was blatant.

Even Zhu Qian was envious, complaining about her boyfriend being fat and straight made her cry.

The two almost got together, but a few days ago, she discovered that Li Yuanxin had an affair with several girls, and even helped a British senior, so she broke up without saying a word.

Recently, she was working on a national project report, and she got closer to Jiang Shuyi. Li Yuanxin thought she was empathizing with another, and aimed at Jiang Shuyi both openly and secretly.

Zhu Qian understood the twists and turns between them, and quickly fished out Jiang Shuyi, "Are you free on the weekend? There is an art exhibition in the city cultural center, we can make an appointment."

Last night when the fat man came to the apartment, Jiang Shuyi knocked him out with a few words, clingy and possessive.It is best to keep a distance in private, he thought for a moment, and found an excuse to refuse, "This week is very busy, and I have to go to the Liye Club with my helper to participate in activities."

The one-to-one assistance project has lasted for a long time. In order to enhance the friendship between the two parties, the responsible office will hold parties every once in a while.

A notice was sent out the day before yesterday to let everyone actively participate in the weekend club activities.Everyone responded one after another, only he and Jin Yuan pretended to be dead.

Zhu Qian just said it casually, and asked with a smile, "Are you and Jin Yuan going to play?"

"Ah."

Zhu Qian heard what the fat man said about them, and couldn't hold back her curiosity, her eyes were gossiping, "This kind of activity is for cultivating feelings."

Jiang Shu also blocked the words implicitly, "I know, but I can't push it away."

Later, Jiang Shu also received a message from his grandfather, inviting him to have dinner at the International Exchange Center Hotel.

Grandpa has been retired for a long time and likes to stay at home and go fishing.The He family was at least an hour's drive away from the school. He thought there was something urgent, but when he arrived, he found out that Mr. Song's condition was relapsed. Grandpa had just visited the hospital, so he asked him out by the way.

After the afternoon class, Jiang Shu also took a taxi to the hospital.

Teacher Song is taking a nap.He put the bouquet and half of buckwheat noodles on the shelf, closed the door, retreated to the corridor, and met Mr. Cheng face to face.

The corridor is not convenient for conversation, so Mr. Cheng walked to the public rest area, "Shu Yi, why are you here?"

"There is no class in three or four periods, I want to come and have a look." Jiang Shuyi sat down beside him.

Cheng Lao patted the back of his hand, "You should put your studies first. Don't rush to the hospital if you have nothing to do. It's easy to get sick. Jin Yuan is the same, so he can't stay idle."

Jiang Shu also nodded in agreement, and asked about Teacher Song's situation.

Pretty much the same as before, good times and bad times.Mr. Cheng's son's family lives in New York, saying that the United States has innovated the treatment of cardiovascular diseases, and asked Mr. Song to go abroad for recuperation. After finishing the formalities in the morning, he is going to leave in two days.

To stay there for a long time, Mr. Cheng smiled and sighed, saying that his wife would definitely not get used to a different environment.

There is a window in the lounge area, facing the luxuriant sycamore tree.Jiang Shu also looked at the emerald green canopy and thought empathetically, it's normal not to get used to it.

He had just gone to England when he was a kid, too.

Resist, be at a loss.

Facing the unfamiliar environment and a large number of cut-offs in emotional communication, even though his parents were always paying attention to his emotions at that time, they tried to comfort him.

Although he later made many friends and met Hogan like a grandfather.

At certain moments, there is still a sense of isolation and fragmentation.

Very empty.

But it is indeed infected by the style of London.

Year after year, day after day.

Only increase, not decrease.

During the period of returning to China, he suffered from reverse culture shock, and he seemed to be floating and unsteady.

But when I met Jin Yuan, I was looking for trouble every day, even if I floated into the sky, I would be dragged down and pressed to the ground for you.

Never in shape.

Jiang Shu also thought of a proverb that good fortune depends on misfortune.

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The author has something to say:

youbloodybastard: bastard.