a delicate flower

Zhuang Lin's WeChat profile picture is a German Shepherd puppy sticking out his tongue, against a background of white tiles;

His WeChat account retains the original account number beginning with "wxid_";

The circle of friends has released half a year of viewing rights, and there are only a few updates at the bottom: "campus at 05:30 in the morning" before the college entrance examination, "liberated" after the college entrance examination, "photographs of tourist attractions" during the summer vacation, and "Entrance report" on the day of entering university...

There are no flashy selfies, and no words overflowing with personal emotions, but somehow it can make people feel warm and vigorous energy.

Sunday afternoon.

Ai Lang and the deputy director of the Ritual Model Department had a small meeting in the school coffee shop. Each department had two deputy ministers. Except for Xing Lu, the other deputy director of the Ritual Model Department was a tall and thin boy. The appearance is cool and harsh, with a high-cool aura and a unique supermodel temperament.

The boy's surname is Cao and his name is Huaide. When he saw Ailang push the door and enter the coffee shop, he raised his hand as a signal.

"What would you like to drink?"

"I want a latte, and I'll order a cappuccino for Xing Lu."

Cao Huaide responded lightly, with a stern face, but his voice became softer unconsciously.

Before Xing Lu arrived, AI Lang and Cao Huaide didn't talk much, and the atmosphere of the conversation at the small round table began to warm up when Xing Lu was routinely late.

Xing Lu brought the registration forms of the juniors who participated in the re-examination, and after several screenings based on the on-site scoring, the final 30 people who passed the interview were determined.

Cao Huaide got up and went to the bathroom. Xing Lu hooked Ai Lang's calf under the table and smirked: "I don't believe you can't see that Cao Huaide is interested in you."

Xing Lu's heart is like a bright mirror. Cao Huaide clearly has a crush on Ai Lang since his freshman year, and he stayed in the etiquette department for Ai Lang, but this person is very tolerant and has never pierced the window paper .

Ailang didn't take it seriously: "Unfortunately, it's not my style."

Xing Lu shrugged: "Oh, then who is your favorite?"

Ai Lang didn't answer, and held Zhuang Lin's registration form in his hand. The information on it was all true, but the handwriting was quite suspicious-in fact, this form was forged by Ai Lang later on for Zhuang Lin.

Name: Zhuang Lin, majoring in planning, 1.8 meters [-] tall, almost two years younger than Ai Lang.

"It really is a child..."

Ailang thought of his junior standing in front of him, his bright eyes seemed to be covered with galaxies and stars, but his ears were red like rays of light.

Ai Lang is a positive mourner, and he will be unconsciously attracted by those warm and bright things.

The results of the re-examination were finalized on the same day, and Ai Lang took the time to knock on Zhuang Lin's wechat chat box to inform him of the news before Xing Lu sent a text message.

Looking at Zhuang Lin's emoji, Ai Lang is in a happy mood.

Ai Lang is very busy, and he doesn't have much time to flirt with Zhuang Lin. He even got to know Zhuang Lin's active and healthy personal schedule through a few chats: morning jogs and evening exercises, he can't be shaken, eats three meals on time every day, and talks about seniors at ten o'clock in the evening Good night, but it's definitely not saying good night and then running to Summoner's Rift.

And Zhuang Lin's chat content is also so healthy that AI Lang is embarrassed to speak yellow accents, and always has a sense of guilt for spoiling a good boy.

In the past two days, Ailang and Cao Huaide were in charge of communicating with the school leaders and the superiors of the club, applying for a meeting in the teaching building and participating in the discussion of the orientation activities of the center, and on the other hand went outside the school to solicit sponsorship; while Xing Lu was in charge of giving the freshmen one by one They send SMS notifications to count the confirmed number of people and the date of arrival. If there is no reply to the SMS within two hours, another phone call will be required.

The meeting of the Ritual and Model Department was scheduled to be held in the D-teaching building on Wednesday night, and Ai Lang and the others were able to take a breather for the time being.

Wednesday night.

The night is hazy, there is no moon, and a few stars are scattered, only the night wind is very cool.

The meeting of the Ritual Model Department is at D402, which is connected to Building C next door by a short open-air bridge. Xing Lu came out to smoke outside, and Ai Lang fanned the wind with the name list. When he went to look for her outside the corridor, he saw her looking down. Looking at the phone, densely packed with text, he asked casually, "What are you looking at?"

There are two lamp posts on the overpass, and moths circle around the lights.

Without raising her head, Xing Lu shook her phone and took another puff of cigarettes, puffing out the smoke and saying, "Chasing this Jinjiang Xiaotian novel to nourish my dry little heart. By the way, the protagonist in this novel also plays tricks on water." machine."

Ai Lang leaned sideways on the railing, and casually leaned towards Xing Lu for a look: "Is it good, do you have any recommended novels recently?"

Xing Lu snorted when she heard this, and pressed the screen of her phone to her chest so that Ai Lang would not see the interface, and said, "You can put it down, who has a tendency to shake M like you, and actually said that insomnia can only fall asleep after reading dog-blooded literature." It's delicious."

Xing Lu gave AI Lang a contemptuous look without hesitation.

Ailang laughed after listening, and did not deny the facts Xing Lu said, but sincerely analyzed himself: "Is it? Actually, I also think I have a tendency to do that. If it is someone who has just met and clearly expressed that he likes me, I basically have a hard time feeling for him, but that doesn't mean I like hanging around and I don't enjoy being chased. It's annoying."

Xing Lu mocked: "Got it, shut up, sum it up in one sentence - you only like those who don't like you."

Ailang accepted Xing Lu's cynicism calmly, and gave her a wink, and then said: "I think I am quite proactive. If I meet someone with good eyesight, I will immediately take the initiative to chase them. But if he is easily picked up by me, I may feel that he has no energy the next day~"

Xing Lu spit out a cloud of white smoke, cast a sideways glance at Ai Lang, and asked in amazement, "Are you a green tea bitch?"

Ailang chuckled: "What green tea whore, I'm still Biluochun whore, it sounds more expensive anyway."

Xing Lu couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "He is from Dongting Lake, and you are from the coiled silk hole at the door..."

Xing Lu laughed at her own words, coughed and laughed, and the more she laughed, the more she coughed, coughing up tears.

Ai Lang patted her on the back while laughing at her retribution for talking nonsense.

After Xing Lu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she raised her head just in time to see a tall and straight figure coming out of the stairway diagonally behind.

Xing Lu shook her shoulders, pushed Ai Lang lightly, and motioned him to look back.

As soon as Ai Lang turned around, he met Zhuang Lin's eyes, and Zhuang Lin had just seen them.

"Senior, senior sister."

Xing Lu responded with a smile: "Hi, you're here so early, have you had dinner yet?"

Zhuang Lin nodded and said, "I've eaten."

Xing Lu lifted the cigarette between her fingers and smiled at him: "Smoking?"

Zhuang Lin shook his head with a smile on his face: "I don't know how to smoke."

AI Lang intercepted Xing Lu's words: "Good boys don't smoke, so don't spoil the good babies in our department."

Xing Lu was amused by Ai Lang's "good baby" and coughed twice. She took a few steps to the side and put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray on top of the trash can.

Xing Lu said: "By the way, Zhuang Lin, I heard the seniors and sisters from the performing arts department talk about you, and they even showed me a screen recording of your interview, and they all praised you for your acting talent. Of course, they are also very sorry. You voluntarily gave up the retest."

Zhuang Linying said: "The seniors in the performing arts department are all very good, but the seniors in the etiquette department are also very good."

Xing Lu snorted, squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "I saw it during the interview, you can really speak with this mouth."

Xing Lu was actually entrusted by the Department of Performing Arts, so she asked again: "Then do you like acting? If their Department of Performing Arts wants to start making campus movies, do you have any willingness to participate?"

Zhuang Lin smiled and shook his head: "I'm worried that I won't be able to handle it, and the club only applied for one."

Xing Lu said: "Although we are divided into departments, we still belong to the same club. Ai Lang participated in a small film co-produced by the Film and Television Center last year. At that time, he was amazed both inside and outside the school when he appeared on the scene, and he also got a raise by the way. Big wave of female fans."

There are also comrades in the circle who are dating.

But Xing Lu omitted the latter.

After Zhuang Lin heard it, he was obviously more interested in the small movies made by Ai Lang than to increase his fans by making movies. He asked, "Has the senior also made it? Where can I see the small movies made by the senior?"

Zhuang Lin's eyes were shining, and he looked at Ai Lang expectantly.

On the other hand, Ellen is not too happy to mention it.

He went to participate in the performance at the time as a cameo for friendship.

It was a heart-warming public welfare film with multiple sub-lines strung together into the same theme, and the theme was: Salvation.

The role played by Ai Lang in the film is a timid and cowardly Gay who has been hiding in a dark corner all year round because he is afraid of the strange eyes of the outside world. The turning point is that a sunny and handsome guy enters his life and brings him a ray of sunshine The sunshine, rescued him from the dark and dark corner.

After Ai Lang participated in the small fresh short film, he and his partner became the real CP inside and outside the school. Friends also like to make jokes about him, such as "Your husband is here", "Why did your husband abandon you to go out for a social relationship?" "etc.

Ellen took it as a joke and laughed it off.

Knot!fruit!

In the play, he played the handsome partner who rescued him. After a certain association activity, he stopped Ai Lang and said contemptuously in a high-spirited tone: "I am a straight man."

Ellen: "..."

You are more like retarded.

This man is salvation in the play, but a disaster outside the play.At that time, Ailang was so angry that he publicly posted on the Internet——

Even if you spend your whole life fighting with your sisters and cutting out 65 double-headed dragons and 65 fairy sticks, you will never touch a single compass. Please rest assured, compass!

The accompanying picture is a mace and an embroidery needle.

Because of this mentally handicapped man, Ai Lang is reluctant to mention this little movie now, and he just deliberately changed the subject with Zhuang Lin's expectant gaze: "You have a talent for acting and you will be very popular in the etiquette department." , when I go out to pick up commercial performances in the future, most of the places need acting skills."

For example, dealing with idiot merchants, idiot sponsors, and a large group of idiots.

Zhuang Lin didn't quite understand: "What commercial acting? Do seniors also like acting?"

Before AI Lang could speak, Xing Lu interjected, "What he likes is money."

If it's not for the sake of money, how could Ai Lang, who has a short temper, endure idiots for no reason.

Xing Lu got the point.

Ai Lang added by himself: "Of course I like money. I make a lot of money first, and then I can afford a good baby~"

Xing Lu chuckled, raised her eyebrows and teased, "Your life goal is very clear."

Ailang's words are also pun-the word "raise" can be interpreted as nurturing or nurturing.The former is to embark on the normal life track of raising offspring, while the latter is to embark on... the broad road of being a winner in life.

Zhuang Lin looked at Ai Lang, the street lamps were from top to bottom, half circles of dim light were under the eyelashes.

Those three words circled around the tip of his tongue, and then repeated them in a magnetic and deep voice, which was quite meaningful:

"...Good baby?"

The ending sound rises, with a little doubt.

This word also appeared in Ai Lang's mouth a few minutes ago, and it was still referred to by Zhuang Lin himself.

Ellen said in a joking tone: "I think a good baby like you is fine~"

At the end, she even cast a wink at Zhuang Lin.

Xing Lu leaned on the railing and retched.

Zhuang Lin blinked innocently, as if he was not good at dealing with Ailang's jokes, he smiled and didn't respond.

The small dimple on his right cheek and lip flickered on and off, looming, hiding the unfinished words——

It's not good to be like me.

The author has something to say: Note:

1. Guide (straight male) needle

2. The column of attack attributes originally had the word "sickness" (but not limited to these two words)