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Chapter 100 Waking Up from a Nightmare

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    The village is surrounded by mountains, but it does not appear separate and lonely because it lives far away from the busy city.  In fact, it is praised as secluded.

    Sporadic households dotted in the mountains in a disorderly manner.  During the day, the farmer's house was reflected in the woods in darkness, giving it a somewhat hidden mystery.  Once at night, the bright lights of each house, like the stars in the sky, dress up the mountains like flower stamens, fiery red with yellowish; or better than the jewels on the crown, twinkling intermittently.

    After all, those who waited were still unfortunate, because they were forced to go back and repeat because of inadvertent choice of volunteers.  Another failure, another sadness, another year of repetitionrepetition of travel, monotony of knowledge, repetition of boring life, repetition of bewildered days and sleepless nights.

    There is also the longing for Yan Nan, which is repeated day and night.

    The unbearable burnout, but endured the burnout, let the miss continue.

    This time I came back to repeat the study, which is purely reluctant.

    Carrying two heavy bags, I returned to the dormitory where I had been staying for a year.  The small building on the second floor is surrounded by two-meter-high brick walls, forming a small courtyard.  The dormitory in this small courtyard has the worst conditions in the school. There are about 20 dormitories, all of which are repeat students.  There is no question of discrimination or non-discrimination in this regard. The school's arrangement in this way is a painstaking effort with ulterior motives.  Always warn every repeater: You are here to repeat the exam, not to enjoy it.  I think the conditions are extremely poor, if I have the ability, I will be admitted to the undergraduate course this year and leave!

    I used to live in the dormitory at the entrance on the first floor, but now I have moved to a dormitory on the second floor.  I carry a bag in each hand, the bag is too heavy, mainly because there are too many and heavy books in it.  I tried my best to raise the bag a little bit, and each of my left and right knees supported a bag. I took a step forward. With one step, the bag rubbed from the knee to the calf, and then rubbed back to the knee.  The corridor on the second floor has a dormitory on one side and a glass window on the other. Through the glass window, you can see the downstairs, the red tiles on the wall, and inside the wall, on both sides of the gate of the courtyard, there is a water faucet.

    Just after climbing the stairs on the second floor, when he turned the corner towards his dormitory, he glanced out the window.  The view of the courtyard outside the window reminded me of my brother living in this courtyard and on the second floor when he was in high school.  When I was young, I heard from my father that my brother had finished his college entrance examination and had to pack a lot of things. If he couldn¡¯t clean up, he wanted to help, so I insisted on going with him.  At that time, I was standing at the general position of the window on the second floor, watching the busy scene in the courtyard: carrying luggage, carrying luggage, saying goodbye to relatives and friends.

    It's ridiculous, after a year of hard work, did God push me back, and let me come back this year just to remind me of a childhood memory?  It's ridiculous, isn't the price too high!

    I shook my head, picked up two bags, and walked into my new dormitory step by step.

    I was kind of late.

    A week has passed since the repeat students registered.  A dormitory for twelve people has already accommodated seven or eight people.  In this kind of dormitory, there are three iron frame beds with bunk beds leaning against the north and south walls.  Only one tall one is in the dormitory, the rest are not.  I put down my luggage, greeted him, and chose a lower berth.  Pack out everything one by one, mats, quilts, sheets, pillows, and hang mosquito nets.

    Let the rest of the things stay in the luggage bag, bend down and push hard, and push them under the bed.  When I went out, I bought toothbrushes, toothpaste, washbasins, thermos bottles and slippers from the small shop in front of the school.  The small things are held in a basin, and the other hand holds a kettle.  The air in the small courtyard is suffocating, as suffocating as when we came last year.

    I felt breathless and out of breath, I frowned habitually, looking at everything familiar on campus was like dreaming.

    When passing the teaching building, I looked up at the balcony of a classroom on the third floor.  "I didn't expect that I came back again. I really hoped to say goodbye to you forever, but I still came back." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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