The difference between cloud and mud

A week before the Easter break, university campuses start to empty.The students greet each other when they meet, first ask each other when they will start traveling, and then ask where they are going and how many days they will stay.Jiang Tong had no time and no money, so he simply went to class and went to the laboratory honestly to prepare for the mid-term exam at the end of the festival.

In the last big class before the festival, only a dozen or so people were sitting in the auditorium.The professor was so angry that he vomited blood, so he simply filled the blackboard with test points for good students who still came to class.Jiang Tong was writing furiously when his phone vibrated and a WeChat notification popped up.

It was Xiao Fengtai's information.

"Abstain from work this week, not in Singapore for Easter."

After Jiang Tong finished copying in one go, he picked up his phone: "Where are you going to play?"

"London." Xiao Fengtai added earnestly, "I'm not going to play, but to see grandma."

"Can you send a postcard?" Jiang Tong sent a laughing emoji after the text: "I haven't been to England yet."

"Okay," Xiao Fengtai agreed straight away.

The phone was quiet for a while, then buzzed and vibrated again.The professor glanced at Jiang Tong, Jiang Tong smiled awkwardly, and quickly took the phone under the table.

It was still Xiao Fengtai's message: "Rehearsals are so boring."

"Be careful if the commander catches you deserting."

"I never make mistakes." Xiao Fengtai said confidently, "It's the flute that can't always keep the beat."

Jiang Tong couldn't help smiling as he imagined the young man covering his violin on his knees and secretly sending WeChat complaints.

"Teacher Jiang has a problem." The classmate next to him couldn't stand it any longer, so he leaned over and said in a low voice, "Look at you holding your phone and giggling all the time, when are you going to treat me to dinner?"

Jiang Tong coughed dryly: "The children in the tutoring class ask questions, don't think about it."

The classmate pretended to be shocked: "The following is illegal."

The professor "the student in the third row" finally couldn't bear it anymore: "The facial expressions are very rich when copying the topic. Can you share with everyone, what are you discussing with the people next to you?"

The classmate stood up dejectedly.Jiang Tong secretly smiled in his heart, pretended to sit upright, and buried himself in his notes.

The students' speculation is not groundless.He is very clear that the frequency of his contact with Xiao Fengtai has exceeded that of ordinary part-time tutors and students.I don't know when it started, Jiang Tong has been used to chatting with Xiao Fengtai on WeChat every day.He knew that Xiao Fengtai was the principal violinist in the school's orchestra, and he had several friends from aristocratic families. His father wanted him to apply for Oxbridge, but he was interested in several Ivy League schools in the eastern United States.

Jiang Tong also unknowingly opened up her life to Xiao Fengtai.He showed Xiao Fengtai the lunch he made, and introduced his laboratory and ongoing research.Xiao Fengtai is very interested in tumor immunotherapy. Jiang Tong joked that instead of investing himself in the ivory tower, he should work hard to develop the family business and provide financial support for frontier scientists. "Sacrificing him alone will benefit tens of thousands of laboratories."

If Xiao Fengtai was a beautiful adolescent girl, he might really be unable to control it, Jiang Tong thought frankly.Even if Xiao Fengtai was born beautiful, what could happen to the two with handles.

On the first day of the holiday, Jiang Tong rarely slept until he woke up naturally, and stayed at home to read literature.Professor Gu's new thesis is about cutting-edge cell-targeted therapy. His theoretical knowledge is weak, so he can only make up the lessons by himself, so as not to drag the group down.

He was drowsy from reading, so he simply opened his phone to refresh himself.Xiao Fengtai kept his promise, and on the first day in the UK, he took postcards for him to choose, and sent him photos and short videos from time to time.Jiang Tong joked with him that he was in Singapore, but followed his footsteps around London through WeChat.

Compared with majestic and magnificent buildings, Xiao Fengtai prefers the wonderful moments of ordinary people's life in the streets and alleys.Jiang Tong was flipping through old photos one by one, and received new news from him.

The perspective of the photo is on the second floor, under the cover of the tulle curtain, the lawn and the towering Chinese parasol trees can be seen faintly.Outside the carved iron fence, curious pedestrians looked in from time to time.

"Don't go out this morning, chat with grandma." Xiao Fengtai explained.

"Concentrate on spending time with the elderly and stop playing with your mobile phone."

Xiao Fengtai sent another photo.The old woman's silver hair was tied into a small bun, and she was wearing a dark silver velvet cheongsam, without jewels or emerald decorations all over her body, except for a green jade bracelet on her wrist. The lady of the Republic of China.

This lady is resting her elbows on the marble dining table, concentrating on watching the bbc news broadcast on the ipad.

"My grandma is very fashionable." Xiao Fengtai clicked on the keyboard: "She also asked me what social software young people are using recently, and wants to invest in Nasdaq Internet and technology stocks."

Jiang Tong said silently: "I will teach you a word. One person admires another person very much. It can be described as a five-body cast."

"You cast your eyes on my grandma?"

"Bingo."

"Who said that you are not allowed to speak English." Xiao Fengtai caught Jiang Tong's trick, and naturally he would not let it go easily.Jiang Tong replied with a string of ellipses, and Xiao Fengtai was about to make persistent efforts when the phone was suddenly taken away from his hand.

"Who is chatting and laughing so happily?" The girl looked at him suspiciously, confused because she didn't understand Chinese.

"Don't make trouble." Xiao Fengtai frowned and wanted to grab the phone, Tiffany ran to the old woman in two or three steps: "Grandma, can you help me see what is written on it?"

Xiao Fengtai's grandmother, Mrs. Zhao, was considered a well-known lady in Nanyang when she was young.Although Mrs. Zhao is more than ancient, she still has a positive attitude and keeps pace with the times. Tiffany brought the phone close to her eyes, and she glanced at it casually, not interested in the content, but studied the app itself carefully.

"Xiao Feng'er, this is Wechat? Tell me, what's the difference between it and whatsapp and line?"

Tiffany stomped anxiously: "Grandma, is my cousin dating behind my back!"

She is in the cardamom age, the most delicate and charming time.The baby fat on the girl's cheeks is still there, the skin is tender enough to pinch water, two willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes are slightly raised, the red lips are plump, slightly pursed because of anger, there is a kind of naive sexiness between glances.

Mrs. Zhao said indifferently: "It doesn't matter to me whether your cousin is in love or not—Xiao Feng'er, do you know how high the daily life of Wechat is now?"

Xiao Fengtai walked forward calmly, took the phone back into his hand, and demonstrated the program operation of WeChat.Mrs. Zhao watched attentively, and was amazed from time to time.

Tiffany was virtually excluded from the conversation, and her cheeks flushed with anxiety: "My cousin is bullying!"

"When we were in school, the most important thing for a lady is to be quiet and elegant. If you are like you, your reputation will be ruined." Mrs. Zhao said indifferently: "Your parents dote on you, and I am not used to your bad habits."

Tiffany calls Xiao Fengtai a cousin in name, but the blood relationship between the two is actually so shallow that it is almost non-existent.She had lived in Singapore for several years, and she cried and refused to leave before returning to London, and wanted to stay at Xiao's house as her "cousin's child bride".When Xiao Fengtai came to England to visit relatives, Tiffany naturally refused to miss it. She tried all kinds of reasons all day long and stuck behind Xiao Fengtai like a little tail.

Although she was full of admiration for Xiao Fengtai, she was a young lady who was raised in the palm of her parents' hands since she was a child, how could she stand up to the old lady's outspoken criticism.Immediately flushed with shame, stomped and ran out of the room.

The BBC female presenter's voice continues.The grandparents and grandchildren looked at each other, coincidentally, and smiled.

"You are too strict with Tiffany." Xiao Fengtai said softly, "She will sue her aunt when she goes back."

Mrs. Zhao looked disdainful: "At this age, I'm still afraid of her mother nagging?"

"In the final analysis, it's all for you to cover." She smiled slyly: "Show grandma the girl's picture?"

Xiao Fengtai was stunned: "What photo?"

"Girlfriend - when you arrive in London, you hold your mobile phone all day long, either taking pictures or sending messages, it's to contact your girlfriend."

"Grandma is very enlightened. It's normal for you to fall in love at this age. Show me quickly, which family's lady is it?"