Beyond The Outline

"Director Gu," Xu Sheng hid behind Shao Zhan and reminded him in turn with the words Gu Yan had reminded them: "With so many students in the audience, as well as from other schools, we must show the tranquility and elegance of Linjiang Sixth Middle School. School spirit..."

Gu Yanwang was dragged hard by Meng Guowei and other teachers. He was almost empty, his feet were off the ground, and he fluttered in the air: "There is an elegant school spirit in Linjiang No. 6 Middle School! What are you doing on stage? Shao Zhan? Keep him, you get out."

Shao Zhan stood in front of Xu Sheng, and Gu Yan didn't let go.

In the audience, Zhang Feng was staggering with a smile: "Fuck me."

His elder brother is still his elder brother. Zhang Feng took out his mobile phone and recorded this horrifying picture. The picture flickered, and finally the camera flickered, unwittingly focusing on the blazing sun above his head.

There is no doubt that.

The name Xu Sheng of Linjiang Sixth Middle School was thoroughly famous in the national defense education activities that several schools participated in.

Xu Sheng’s review event ended with Gu Yan yelling "you write another 3,000 words to Lao Tzu" on the stage. The activities for the next few days are nothing more than continuing training, visiting various exhibition halls in the Luzhou Base National Defense Zone, and The characteristic of the boat base-simulation aircraft carrier.

"Who didn't dream of being a navy when I was young," a classmate said with emotion during the tour, "Look at this equipment, how cool it is."

"I have always dreamed of becoming a writer," Shen Wenhao said while pushing glasses. "I just published my first debut work on the xx website. You can support me."

Shao Zhan: "Website?"

Shen Wenhao has never given up in the field of writing novels. The school magazine can no longer contain his ambitions. The xx website is said to be an emerging literary website.

Shao Zhan didn’t know what the classmates were doing. Xu Sheng heard about it. He explained: “It seems that the writer is writing science fiction on the Internet recently. Just give him a click. The monkey was still in the class group to encourage everyone to leave comments. ."

After Shao Zhan listened, he saw other people pass the topic over, but somehow it passed to Xu Sheng: "What do you want to do in the future?"

As soon as this question came up, Xu Sheng, who had always been able to pull, was silent for two seconds, but the silence was not noticeable in the noisy environment. Shao Zhanduo glanced at him and saw Xu Sheng lowering his eyes and inserting one hand. In his trouser pocket, walked sideways through the door and walked to the outside deck.

"I don't know," he said against the wind for a while, "I never thought about it."

The instructor began to introduce the new equipment, and everyone quickly turned the topic to another place.

On the fifth day of national defense education, after the closing ceremony party, everyone went back to their dormitory to pack their things, and had to take a bus back to school tomorrow morning.

The last night of military training caused many students to fall into an inexplicable carnival state. Perhaps they thought about the endless learning to greet them after returning to school. The last night at the Luzhou base was especially cherished by everyone.

Xu Sheng opened the door and came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Hou Jun and the others had just discussed how to spend this precious night.

Hou Jun: "We've discussed it. We will do the dormitory activities on the hour tonight."

Xu Sheng didn't care: "Let's listen."

Hou Jun smiled: "The movie I saw last time, it still has a second one, I can't think of it."

Xu Sheng: "..."

This is really unexpected.

Xu Sheng felt cold in his back, wondering what excuses he could find to avoid it later.

However, Hou Jun didn’t give him time to make excuses at all. He sneaked out the tablet from his backpack: “Our school dormitory can’t be charged. I didn’t expect the socket of the Luzhou base to work. Fortunately, I was witty and brought my tablet. Up."

At this time Shao Zhan was in Meng Guowei's bedroom.

Last time, Meng Guowei asked him to talk about the competition, but he was interrupted by Shen Wenhao before he finished the talk. Only this time, he explained the competition clearly. When Shao Zhan returned to his bedroom, the movie just came to the end.

Xu Sheng's hair was half-dry and he was sitting on the bed. Although his face was calm, the movement made when Shao Zhan pushed the door in, still made him tremble uncontrollably.

Shao Zhan closed the door and asked, "What do you see?"

Hou Jun: "Killing Game 2, you came back too late, Brother Zhan, this is almost over."

After watching the movie, a few people got together and played a few games. Just after midnight, the group of people who had yelled "All night tonight" before couldn’t stand it anymore. They threw down their phones and fell asleep. .

Xu Sheng's mind was full of scrolling barrage, focusing on "fuck". The few games just now didn't let him recover from the movie screen.

On a hot day, the temperature in the bedroom was not low, Xu Sheng still covered the quilt tightly, shrunk it under the quilt, and found random people to chat from the friend list.

Zhang Feng: Boss, are you still asleep?

Xu Sheng: I'm here to contact you.

Zhang Feng: What time is it, please contact me tomorrow.

Xu Sheng: Still not a brother.

Zhang Feng: Brothers, why don't we contact us in our dreams. The training is too tired these days, I want to go to bed earlier.

...

In the dark dormitory after the lights were turned off, only Xu Sheng's bed was faintly showing some mobile phone light.

Xu Sheng replied to Zhang Feng "Okay, go to sleep", then quit from the chat box and received a new message.

It is Shao Zhan.

Concise and concise, three words.

-Not sleeping yet.

Xu Sheng panicked a lot. He was completely different from the way he became famous on the review stage two days ago. If this were to be seen by his new group of fans, they would doubt life, so he paused. , I still pretend to reply calmly: Isn't it normal for young people to cultivate immortals at night? You didn't sleep either.

Shao Zhan: I will fall asleep immediately.

At this point, it is rare to catch a sleepless person.

I don't know why, Xu Sheng suddenly felt relieved when he saw the three words, probably because the sleepless person had crossed the network cable and was only separated from him by the aisle less than half an arm's width.

Xu Sheng is loyal to instinct and replied: Don't.

After a few seconds, a sentence was being typed on top of the chat box.

The characters Shao Zhan sent over seemed to have magical powers, and Xu Sheng could almost make up for the cold voice of the teenager.

-Afraid to watch?

The fluorescent light of the phone shone on Xu Sheng's face, and he forced the pretense to the end.

-Fuck.

-Who said I was scared.

-Just that little thing, how could your brother Sheng be afraid?

After a while, the opposite bed rustled for a while, making a very light sound, which sounded like the sound of the quilt rubbing against the bed sheet, and it was very clear in the quiet night.

Then Xu Sheng saw two more words in the chat box.

-Reach out.

Reach out?

What hand to stretch out.

Xu Sheng didn't react at all. He stared at the chat box for a while, then let go of one of his hands and put his hands out of the quilt a little bit.

Xu Sheng actually stayed a little hot in the quilt, and the temperature covered in the quilt quickly dissipated after he reached out with his hand. He reached out his hand halfway, and his knuckles touched something—very familiar, a little bit The temperature of his hands was even a bit hot. After a moment of daze, Xu Sheng seemed to have something exploded. He couldn't help but want to retract his hands, but the other party directly covered his hands without saying a word.

This is completely different from the feeling that Xu Sheng accidentally grabbed Shao Zhan's hand when he was watching a movie with the monkeys in the bedroom last time.

In silence, the phone screen automatically goes out.

Suddenly, it darkened, and all the sounds in my ears followed away. For a while, all the senses disappeared, leaving only the sense of touch.

I don't know how long it has passed before the phone screen lights up again.

Shao Zhan: Let you catch the wrong one.

Xu Sheng didn’t know how he fell asleep that night, or how long he and Shao Zhan held them like this. In the dormitory, Hou Jun and the others slept soundly, Tan Kai’s snoring and Yuan Ziqiang’s sleep from time to time. A few dream words, maybe only the moonlight shining through the window inadvertently glimpsed what happened this night.

"I'm going back to school..." The next morning, Hou Jun closed his eyes and put on his clothes, reminding everyone to get up and pack things quickly, "Assemble at eight o'clock, get up quickly."

Hou Jun has a louder voice and works better than an alarm clock: "Brothers, don't sleep!"

Xu Sheng was awakened by Hou Jun. He narrowed his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes by the sunlight coming in from the window.

When his consciousness gradually returned to the cage, the hand he covered in front of him unnaturally stopped in mid-air and did not move for a long time. Then he slowly removed his hand and looked at the open fingers for two seconds before remembering last night. What did he and Shao Zhan do: "..."

He sat up and saw that Shao Zhan had already changed his clothes and was pulling the door out of the compartment with a water glass.

Shao Zhan glanced at him: "I woke up."

"Ah," Xu Sheng looked away and said unnaturally, "Morning."

Hou Jun bent over, grabbed a water-cup toothbrush, rubbed his waist and interjected before entering the compartment: "By the way, did you sleep well last night? Why do I think this bed is harder than our school... Is there any difference in the wood board material? "

Xu Sheng couldn't answer this.

He and others don’t know how long he slept holding hands at night. After that, I have to say that I slept well last night?

However, when Hou Jun asked this, he was facing him. Xu Sheng got out of bed and rushed into the cubicle before Hou Jun.

Hou Jun was blocked by the door: "...Brother Sheng, even if you are handsome, you have to line up."

In just a few days, Luzhou Base left many memories for the students.

The green lanes seem to be very familiar, as well as guns that have been dismantled, military equipment that has been visited, instant noodles that have been looted, and other words that have been shouted in the air, and even...fights.

At the end of last night’s party, Instructor Wang was also a little bit reluctant. He was kind. Seven students like him very much. When a few students shouted "Instructor" reluctantly, he also smiled slightly and said, "Tomorrow you will go back to school. After I go back, I will study hard. I can spend these five days with you. I am very glad to meet you."

Class 7 students packed their things and ate in the canteen of Luzhou base for the last time.

After the meal, instructor Wang sent them to the bus, and said goodbye to everyone through the door.

Then the bus started slowly and left the Luzhou base.

The feeling of returning to campus is both familiar and unfamiliar. Meng Guowei was afraid that the students' thoughts would not be able to take it back, so he arranged for them to write essays in the first Chinese class when they returned to school: "Let’s be quiet in this class and write a class composition with the title " My dream' also reminds you to plan your next study career well... I don’t know you yet, and it’s gone after a few days out to play."

Meng Guowei has a wide range of ideas, and in conjunction with this composition, he also came up with a fancy link, allowing students to write down the name of their target university anonymously: "When you graduate, see if you have achieved your goals."

Meng Guowei wrote the title of the composition on the blackboard.

Xu Sheng only glanced at it, and went directly to sleep.

Shao Zhan: "Don't write?"

Xu Sheng did not lift his head: "Writing poetry requires inspiration."

Shao Zhan: "..."

He really forgot that his deskmate is still a "great poet" and never writes well.

In this class, Xu Sheng handed in a blank paper for his composition, without moving a word.

Shao Zhan was called by Meng Guowei during class. Shao Zhan's composition Meng Guowei would always analyze and explain to him separately after class, and this time is no exception.After the brief talk, Meng Guowei has other things to do. He handed the anonymous note that he received to Shao Zhan: "Shao Zhan, please help the teacher organize it, unfold it and stack it up, and put it in my folder after finishing. That's it."

Shao Zhan responded.

The handwriting on these notes is different. Since they are anonymous, they have written about all schools. In addition to many normal schools, there are also famous schools, and even more directly imagine Tsinghua and Peking University.

However, in these piles of papers, there is a school that is incompatible with other schools.

——Central Academy of Fine Arts.