can you do it

Chapter 12

Out of the corridor, Jiang Shu also asked for an express train back to school, Jin Yuan asked, "Do you know Hogan?"

Jiang Shuyi said calmly, "We met a long time ago."

The driver showed that it was three kilometers away. When they arrived at the gate of the hospital, there was no car, so they waited under the shade of a tree.

There was a heavy rain last night, and the streets were cleaner than before. The trees and bushes were as green as if they had been coated with oil, and were exposed to the sun, shining brightly.

"No wonder, when I talked about hypocritical literature and art at the airport, you wanted to kill me." Jin Yuan was so hot that he tore his clothes, bringing up the old story again, "Love house and black love are excusable, but I didn't read the translation, I'm making nonsense, sorry .”

Jiang Shu was also rolling up his sleeves, folded them neatly, and glanced at him, thinking that even if you read it carefully, the evaluation should be pretty close.

Jin Yuan: "What look in your eyes?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Shuyi changed the topic, "It's not very good for you to fall asleep in Teacher Song's ward."

This is the reason, but it is too hypnotic.

After getting on the online car-hailing car, Jin Yuan looked at Jiang Shuyi, "I have a question for you. You must not understand physics. Have you ever studied advanced mathematics?"

"No." Jiang Shuyi also majored in literature as an undergraduate.

"Then at least you have been exposed to junior high school mathematics, so let's talk about the most basic knowledge of advanced mathematics." Jin Yuan leaned against the car window and began to talk about functions, Taylor's formula, L'Hopital's rule of derivation, differential and differential mean value theorem...

Babbling like chanting sutras, Jiang Shuyi closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and threw Evian to him, "Drink your saliva."

There was a bichon frize in the back seat of the car, and the driver dropped by the pet shop for foster care. Jin Yuan teased it while drinking water, praised its cuteness, and said that he would like to adopt one if he had the chance.

Tighten the bottle cap, and said to Jiang Shuyi, "It's only been less than 10 minutes."

Then talk about differential equations, first-order second-order, separable variables and first-order second-order equations...

Jiang Shuyi's head was buzzing, and he couldn't help it.The driver's grip on the steering wheel became tighter and tighter, and he stepped on the accelerator from time to time.

He just graduated from college, and he failed in high mathematics until his senior year, and he had to make up exams every semester.Taking an advanced math class is like chasing the professor's rocket with a broken tractor. Just after starting up, the blackboard is full.

He just wants to run Didi to subsidize his family in his spare time when he is looking for a job, so why should he be tortured? !

He rushed all the way, braked suddenly at the traffic lights, drove in a hurry, stopped at the school gate, and urged: "It's here."

On the way from the school gate to the teacher's apartment, Jin Yuan was still talking, and Jiang Shu also opened the door of the apartment, hurried into the bedroom, and was stopped by Jin Yuan.

"Where are you going? I haven't finished yet." Jin Yuan supported the wall with his hands and restrained him, "You can use the order reduction method to convert a high-order differential equation into a first-order differential equation, which is called a high-order differential equation that can be reduced... It has no technical content, it just goes down from level to level, and I will give you an example..."

Jiang Shu couldn't bear it anymore, and fiercely said, "Shut your bloodly mouth."

Jin Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Are you sleepy?"

Throughout the afternoon, Jiang Shuyi's ears were surrounded by Jin Yuan's echo, "...the formula...theorem...derivation...for an example..."

Listening to 1 minute, is simply ten years of short life.

It directly affected his appetite in the evening, so he casually ate some noodles in clear soup in the cafeteria, and Jiang Shu also went to the Faculty of Arts to take a professional course on European cultural history.

The classrooms are relatively fixed, usually in the small conference room 135.The door was closed, he entered with a light knock, found a seat and sat down.

Zhu smiled and greeted him.

A mentor who also has the intersection of borrowing books and solving sieges. Compared with other classmates, Jiang Shuyi can talk to her better.

Seeing that her computer was turned on and she drank half a bottle of water on the table, as if she had been there for a long time, she casually said, "You came so early."

Zhu Qian was proofreading the manuscript for Director Li. The workload was heavy and she was in a hurry. She was almost numb. She didn't have the guts to complain about the instructor, "Yes, come early to take a seat."

Li Jian has a high level of academics and a good personality, but he loves to order people to do things, from small things like making PPTs with express delivery, to big things like translation and proofreading.

After chatting with Jiang Shuyi for a while, Zhu Qian felt envious when he realized that he had nothing to do. Sure enough, Lao Li would watch others order dishes.

He dared not say so, smiled at Jiang Shuyi, and lent him the book to preview.

The professor of European cultural history is a female teacher with a funny language.When I was talking vigorously, I didn't take a break, so I ended get out of class 15 minutes earlier.

It was neither early nor late, and there were very few pedestrians on campus. Jiang Shu also went to the supermarket to buy some bread and milk, and walked slowly back to the apartment.

He took off his thin coat and hung it on the wall. When he heard the noise in the living room, he glanced over there.

Jin Yuan sat cross-legged on the sofa playing games, and lazily clicked, "Big head, have you been traded?"

"Fatty move, why are you squatting in the grass for confinement?"

……

After a few days, Jiang Shuyi finally accepted the fact of cohabiting with him, and had a real feeling at this moment.

A red and black jersey fell off next to the sofa. It should have been worn in the afternoon. It was a bit damp and had obvious ball marks. Jiang Shuyi resisted the urge to pick it up, and ignored it whenever he passed the sofa.

Go back to the bedroom and read "A Bouquet for Algernon".

After turning a few pages, Jiang Shuyi got up and went out, picked up the jersey and said to Jin Yuan, "Put away your clothes."

His hands were sweaty, and he wiped them off with a wet towel.

Jin Yuan is so old, he has never seen anyone who would force his obsessive-compulsive disorder on others.

After playing the game, he leaned back, resting his hands on the back of the sofa, "I'll throw it in the washing machine later, what are you in a hurry for?"

Jiang Shu also sat across from him, clasped hands and communicated with him, "We have to make rules when we live together."

Jin Yuan: "Tell me."

Jiang Shu also wrote a draft in advance, "Water and electricity and other public expenses are shared equally. A friend came to inform in advance that it is forbidden to bring a partner of the opposite sex back for the night. I throw out the garbage on the first three and five, and you throw it on the second and fourth. The cleaning is done every Sunday."

"Yes," Jin Yuan emphasized, "Do not tamper with other people's belongings."

Jiang Shuyi: "Dirty clothes are not allowed to be littered in public areas."

Jin Yuan: "No smoking."

Jiang Shuyi: "No pets allowed."

……

Inexplicably, they began to compete. For a moment, the atmosphere became tense, but it immediately died down.

"Not allowed" in the end, even breathing has become a luxury.

Jin Yuan changed into a pair of beach shorts and went to the balcony to exercise, while Jiang Shu also went back to the bedroom to read.

The apartment was designed with two bedrooms and one living room, and the space was relatively large. He set up a reading corner by the bay window, nestled in the soft chair, and continued to read.

Suddenly remembering the unfinished short script, looking through the calendar, tomorrow is the deadline for agreeing, Jiang Shu also regrets to have a headache, reflecting on why she agreed to help on the spur of the moment.

Turning on the computer, Jiang Shu also added and polished the first draft, which only had a basic prototype.After several days of polishing the thousand words, the writing was extremely rough. He read it carefully from the beginning to the end. The beginning and end were not beautiful enough, and the sublimation of the theme at the end seemed blunt and deliberate.

I wrote a line of words, deleted, deleted, changed, and changed back to blank.As the deadline approached, Jiang Shu took the time to force himself to finish, and his efficiency was significantly improved.

The wall clock on the wall turned tirelessly, he typed the last word, and after repeating it, he was a little satisfied, and planned to revise the details tomorrow morning.

Creation is extremely energy-intensive.

Jiang Shuyi's eyes were sore, he was so tired that he just wanted to let himself go.

Sex and violence are the most primitive way of venting for human beings.In the UK, he usually watches erotic movies or novels with a sense of story, or goes to a wild shooting range to shoot targets.

He plays with pistols and heavy machine guns. When the bullets are full and he shoots the target continuously, the huge recoil can make people's adrenaline soar instantly.

Guns are not banned in the UK, but the control is very strict, and it is even stricter when returning home. Only the former is within reach.

The computer is full of materials, and Jiang Shu also picked a movie to relax and watch it immersively.

Desire was quickly aroused, and at the moment when it reached its peak like a tower, it was disrupted by the ringing of the phone.

With the mobile phone covered on the table, he pressed the off button irritably to hang up, and continued to watch a movie, but he couldn't get into the state for a long time.

He simply turned off the computer, and Jiang Shu also scanned the screen. It turned out to be Kevin. After adjusting his mood, he called back. His voice was a little hoarse, asking what was the matter.

Kevin's father and Hogan are brothers, but the age difference is too big, Kevin is six or seven years older than Jiang Shuyi.

They have known each other for many years and have a good relationship.Both of them are busy. We finished chatting last time about the publishing house building an online website, and we haven't contacted until now.

More than half of Kevin's family is Chinese, and they spend some time in China every year, chatting with Jiang Shuyi, in Chinese and English, talking about youbloodyliar, telling me that the desire to create disappears, and helping others write scripts.

Jiang Shu also explained that what he promised a long time ago, it took several days for a thousand words, and the efficiency was horribly low.

Kevin knew him, and he was just using the script as a joke, and he didn't mean to be drunk when he made this call.

Instead, I talked about his well-reputed sexually repressive novellas and online reading websites, and suggested that he try again and write the same type on a larger scale.

Jiang Shu was also puzzled, "You know many writers, why did you choose me?"

"Copyright fees are high, and each editor has a hard task target, which must ensure both quality and quantity," Kevin said earnestly, "Leaving aside the novella, out of intuition, I think you are very talented in this area."

Jiang Shu also sat at the end of the bed, looking at the night scene outside the window, suddenly chuckled, and asked why.

He guessed that Kevin bumped into him while reading a paper version of an erotic novel.

He reads a wide range of subjects, reading philosophy, history, and legal literature. The deeper he digs, the more painful the reading is, and sometimes he needs some straightforward and rude low-level tastes to adjust his life.

This is normal, not to mention that what he reads is somewhat literary.

Kevin shook his head, saying it wasn't because of that.

Jiang Shuyi recalled endlessly, as if there was one more thing.

They went to a party one night last year, and Kevin accidentally ran to the next door when he was drunk.The next door is a marijuana bureau, everyone is high, in the room, on the hall floor, on the sofa, by the fireplace...men and women are entangled unsightly.

He went to find someone, and a blond man abandoned his partner and stopped him in the corridor, pulling his clothes with his hands.He threw the man to the ground and cursed Gofuckyourself!

What does this have to do with talent?

Everyone has desires, he just thinks it is dirty, and he has never found one that is both satisfactory and clean.

He asked Kevin, Kevin still shook his head, looking for a long time to find the wording.

Intuitively true.Jiang Shu is also gentle, sometimes alienated and cold, and extremely serious, but in the long-term contact, he can perceive his unknown side.

For example, the seductive temperament occasionally revealed in the state of alcohol.

When I look up at people, my eyes are like fog, but my expression is as cold as ever, at the critical point of being touchable and hard to touch.

More than once, he encountered a scene where someone asked Jiang Shuyi out in a bar, and after being rejected, he said that he was prudish.

And to a certain extent, writing is a process of self-exploration. It is impossible to leave aside the novella.

Jiang Shuyi's writing clearly bears a strong personal imprint.

It's hard to describe it in detail, so Kevin laughed and said it was intuition.

"Kevin, your intuition is wrong." Jiang Shuyi is still wearing a collarless shirt with ivory white and dark plaid, the cuffs are folded to the forearm, and the knuckles of the hands are covered under the hazy blue quilt. "Not only do I lack talent, but I also create Desire to dry up."

The latter, Kevin, knows that since Jiang Shuyi's mother passed away, he has been in a depressed mood, and it is also because of this that he returned to China for exchange.

Did not insist, chatted with Jiang Shuyi about life after returning to China.

Due to the time difference, the two only chatted for a short while.Jiang Shu also put away the computer, tidied up the books on the bay window, and prepared to take a bath.

After Jin Yuan's exercise, his naked upper body has obvious abdominal muscles. He sat on the floor of the living room to dry his sweat, and threw his T-shirt casually under his feet.

Jiang Shuyi walked to the tea table to drink water, and glanced at her.The phrase "Dirty clothes are not allowed to be littered in public areas" popped into Jin Yuan's mind, he picked it up, and threw it into the laundry basket in a shooting posture.

A little upset, seeing Jiang Shu also going to the bathroom, Jin Yuan was caught in the cohabitation rules and couldn't get out, so he stretched out his foot to stop him, blatantly and deliberately finding fault, "You first and I first, or should we be together?"

Jiang Shu also kicked his ankle, stepped on the air and fell forward, Jin Yuan subconsciously picked it up, embraced him, and then fell to the ground together.

Jiang Shu also put on perfume. He smelled Lingran at first, but after exercising, Jin Yuan was sweating, and the smell was mixed, creating an indescribable sense of atmosphere.

Jin Yuan was panting badly, his body was scorching hot, his muscles were tense, Jiang Shuyi was stuffy in his neck, and the clips of the movie he watched at night flashed through his mind, and he didn't care whether he was sweating or not.

Just think, stop breathing.

bother.

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Changed to nine o'clock in the evening~