Snow falls silently

Finally on Friday night, Chen Haoyun and An Yuewei went to the teaching building to take the written test of the literature club.There were indeed quite a few people who came, including many girls from liberal arts classes. It was almost time to start the written test, and the seats in the entire classroom were full of people, and the open space behind was also overcrowded.

The president, Yu Shaojing, thought for a while and saw that the classroom next to him was empty, so he said to Zhou Xueyao, "You guys watch here, I'll go to the next door." Then he took the people who didn't have seats to the next door.

There are only three questions in the written test. The first question requires a self-introduction. Attachment: Try to write as much as possible.The second is an article. After reading it, please write your impressions of no less than [-] words.The third step is to write a short essay on the theme of "waiting", and the number of words should be controlled between [-] and [-] words.

When the topic was issued, there was a sound of sighing in the classroom. During the long summer vacation after the college entrance examination, people have basically been out of play, and suddenly they are at a loss when facing this kind of topic.

Chen Haoyun stared at the topic, and if it can't be less than [-] words of prose, you should be in the college entrance examination!I haven't written so many words yet in the college entrance examination, and I bit the pen barrel twice in a moment of anger, and started to move.

After reading the questions, An Yuewei thought to himself, what is there to write about this self-introduction, and I am afraid that I don't know it.So I wrote my name and professional class. As for specialties, for a person who spends most of his time having fun and has no ambitions, he doesn’t seem to have any specialties, so he finally added specialties—none.

After looking at the large paragraph of text in the second question, I was stunned for a long time, then read the third question and wrote a short poem.

[The rain shatters the glazed river and the wind sings, and the river crosses repair the poles to wait for the dawn.The waves are unintentionally heavy with snow, and the declining rain is continuous and misses spring. ] I don’t know if there is really a wait, but it’s just moving forward with time.

At this time, the classroom was quiet. It had only been half an hour since the written test began. Zhou Xueyao was sitting in the front row flipping through a magazine when he suddenly heard someone approaching.She looked up and saw a person walking over and handing her the test questions in his hand.

Zhou Xueyao froze for a moment, took the test questions in his hand, but kept staring at An Yuewei, "You..."

An Yuewei was about to go out when he glanced at her behind him, "?"

"It's gone." Zhou Xueyao looked at that figure submerged in the darkness outside the window, and thought to himself, this person is very similar to the person who chased his Qiaoer before.She was quite impressed with the two cat-stealers.

Looking down at the test paper, there were only a few blanks in the answer, and then seeing the place where the self-introduction was written in the first question, he wrote his hometown, understood it, and suddenly smiled.

After everyone left, Zhou Xueyao and Yu Shaojing sorted out the test papers in the classroom, and after returning to the club, they will decide who will participate in the interview.From time to time, Yu Shaojing praised that the writing was good, and that writing was very good. Suddenly, an almost blank test paper came into view.

He frowned, suppressed the smile on his face, and said that this person had such an unreasonable attitude, and was about to say something when he suddenly came across the short poem above.Pick it up and read it carefully for a while.I originally wanted to put it in the pile of waste paper, but now I have changed my mind.

"Hey, I think I'm out of luck. In the past, I often failed in Chinese composition. I was seriously biased. If I knew I wouldn't go, I would have lost a lot of brain cells." After a while, Chen Haoyun began to complain.

Seeing the two of them coming back, Ning Fei and Wu Sheng rushed over to ask questions.Hearing Chen Haoyun's complaint now, he patted him on the shoulder, "Isn't our great poet still here, afraid of a ball."

The three rushed towards An Yuewei who walked in like flies, "Hey, how is the great poet doing?"

"I didn't write anything, so I can't write it out." An Yuewei looked at the three of them.

"No way!" Chen Haoyun said in surprise, pulling him directly.

"Well, I don't have any thoughts on what to write about, so I didn't do it. And the prose, I don't have a clue." An Yue looked at the three of them calmly and said slowly.

"I said why did you finish writing so quickly, so you didn't do it at all, hey!"

"Hey..." Ning Fei patted him, "Let's leave, let's stay with the monk from now on."

Wu Sheng babbled against the wall by himself, "The president of the literature club, I heard that he is a graduate of the Chinese department, why didn't I see it?"

"He has an advantage in the environment, and what's more, he just has outstanding literary talents. If you want to talk about people, he looks just like that." Chen Haoyun continued, he picked up the mirror on the table and took a look, "I'm not as handsome as I am."

"Haha, can you be less narcissistic?" Ning Fei snatched his mirror.

During class that day, An Yuewei received a text message informing him to go to the literature club for an interview.He was puzzled for a while, thinking that he didn't do the question, how could this look like a joke.

"Did you receive the notice?" An Yuewei asked Chen Haoyun.

"What notice?"

An Yuewei showed him his mobile phone, and Chen Haoyun's eyes widened as if he had discovered a new world, "No way..." Then he called the other two roommates.

The four of them began to make noise in the back row of the classroom. The lecturer on the podium was operating the PPT, and suddenly heard a whisper, which gradually became louder.He raised his head and looked at the back row, "Students in the back, it's class time now, if you have any questions, we will discuss after class." Then, the back row fell silent.

Under the strong instigation of three roommates, An Yuewei went to the stronghold of the literature club with doubts. It was originally an office building, and the literature club was in charge of publishing the school magazine. an office.

When An Yuewei arrived at the door, there were about ten people sitting outside, almost male and female, with two or three more girls, but this ratio was really rare in this school.

At this time, a member of the literary club next to him came over and said to An Yuewei, "You are here for the interview, right now, sit outside for a while, and then go in when you are called, and come to me to sign in."

"Oh." An Yuewei walked over and signed at the back of the roster. He actually had his own name. He suddenly felt that this literary club was a little weird.

The interview time is not long, usually it takes more than five minutes to go in.An Yuewei leaned against the wall and stared at the stairs in a daze, when he suddenly heard someone calling him, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the member calling him just now.

"To me?"

"Well, let's go in."

An Yuewei looked at the door, only to see a person just coming out.He pushed the door, and there was a big bright window inside, outside the window was a green shade, and there was a long table next to the wall, inside which sat Yu Shaojing and Zhou Xueyao, at this moment, Zhou Xueyao was smiling brightly at him, and beside him The serious look on Yu Shaojing's face was somewhat old-fashioned.

"Sit down." Zhou Xueyao pointed to the chair in front of them.

An Yuewei nodded at her, and when he saw Yu Shaojing's serious face, he instantly felt that it was like interrogating a criminal.He then sat down to await trial.

Yu Shaojing stared at An Yuewei, and he also stared at Yu Shaojing's icy face without moving an inch, and the surroundings became quiet for an instant, as if an invisible aura was expanding, Zhou Xueyao smiled and said, "Your name is An Yue Yue Wei is right."

"Ah."

"We read your test paper, did you write that poem yourself?"

"Yes."

When asked here, Yu Shaojing coughed and said, "First of all, what I want to say is that you didn't answer the questions as required. I don't know if it's your attitude or you just want to have fun." Yu Shao Jing looked serious, holding a pen in one hand, and said to him while nodding. "If you treat literature with such a loose attitude, I will definitely not allow you to join the club!"

"Oh."

Seeing that he was calm and composed, Yu Shaojing put down his pen and glanced at Zhou Xueyao, "I have nothing to say, you can ask."

Zhou Xueyao smiled at An Yuewei and said, "He just acts like this, don't worry about it."

"Oh."

"Hehe, do you like literature?" Zhou Xueyao continued to ask.

An Yuewei thought for a while and said, "I like reading martial arts novels."

"Fiction can only be regarded as a type of literature. And now there are too many online novels." Yu Shaojing interrupted abruptly.

Zhou Xueyao glared at him, "Then do you usually write by yourself?"

"No." An Yuewei shook his head.

"Oh." Zhou Xueyao thought for a while and said, "Then do you want to develop in this area?"

"Haven't thought about it yet."

Yu Shaojing suddenly interrupted her, "To be honest, I don't believe that you wrote those few poems."

"I wrote it."

"You don't practice writing, you just read novels, I think... how about this, I'll write a few sentences, and you can read them."

"Ah."

Yu Shaojing glanced at the autumn scenery outside the window, the sun was bright and the air was clear, and he felt a warm spring feeling, so he casually said, "A pear tree has white flowers."

An Yuewei also looked out the window, the green leaves were shaking gently in the breeze, "Thousands of willows are green."

Yu Shaojing glanced back at him, only to see the brilliance in his eyes, as if something had flowed through him, "Su Yue condenses the sky and flows eastward."

An Yuewei thought for a while and said, "Youdi pierces through the sky and calls Jiangqiu."

Yu Shaojing looked out of the window again, and said after a while, "The green tree flows through the dark fragrance, the flowers are drunk with wine, and a foot of red paper makes me sad."

An Yuewei lowered his head and thought for a while, "The west wind withered the snow to urge Ma Yang, and the guns spattered blood in his chest, and hundreds of thousands of bones lingered on the high hills."

Yu Shaojing stared at him for a while after listening, and then said, "Okay, you go back first." Watching that figure go out, he thought about it, seeing that this person didn't look like a gentleman, and he was a An out-and-out engineering student, could it be that a small universe exploded.

When An Yuewei returned to the dormitory, Chen Haoyun surrounded him first, and asked him with a smile, "How's it going?"

An Yuewei shook his head, "Nothing." Then he went back to his place, sat down, and turned on the computer.Chen Haoyun shrugged his shoulders towards the two people behind.

When he hung up the penguin, he saw the avatar shaking. He clicked on it and saw that it was Jiang Chengyu. He sent a kissing emoji, and then said, "National Day is coming soon, how are you going to spend it?"

"I haven't planned yet." An Yuewei replied to him.

"Well, where are you? Maybe I'm here to play on National Day, so let's see you by the way." A shy expression was attached to the back.

An Yuewei ignored him and stared at the screen for a while.There was a question mark in that hair, and then a few more aggrieved expressions, "Why are you ignoring me again??"

"Don't ask questions, can you? I don't know you very well."

"Hey, I want to get to know you, I admit that I am very curious about you, but I have absolutely no other ideas, I promise!"

"Ah."

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