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Chapter 101 Adversity Sees True Friendship, Parting Sees Missing

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    I was kind of late.  The repeat students registered a week early.  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 person is in the dormitory, and 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.

    Small things are served in a basin, with a kettle in the other hand.  The air in the small courtyard is suffocating, as suffocating as when we came last year.  I felt breathless and breathless, 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 me to come back again. I really hope to say goodbye to you forever, but I'm still back."

    Throughout the morning, my heart has been beating wildly with uncaria, because I am tired from moving things all morning, and my heart is already in a mess.  This mess has been going on for the past year and a year, I am familiar with it, and I am used to it, but today I feel weak in my heart, and my body is also weak.  The whole person is like a zombie that has been hollowed out. Because of the two years of defeat, I have no confidence, no confidence in my heart, and my breath is weak.  No matter how exhausted the whole person is, walking is like sleepwalking at night, the soles of the feet are soft, and when one steps on a dead branch, a trace of nerves spreads from the soles of the feet.  His face felt hot, and he sweated profusely.

    ? When I left home, my father sent me something in his car. When I got on the bus, I saw that my father's hair had turned gray a lot and his body was a little hunched. My heart ached.  The car started, rumbled and vibrated, and the glass of the car trembled. I knew the car was going to take me to a place of disappointment. I buried my head in my arms, tears streaming down my face.  The raised arms were pressed against the front seat, and when the car stopped and moved, the arms pushed forward and tears poured out in arcs.  It dripped on the car board.

    Just stepped into the door of the cafeteria, the smell of all kinds of vegetables, heavy soy sauce, and all kinds of perfume smells from the woman gave the cafeteria a domineering smell - the smell of rotten and moldy vegetables.

    Such a big restaurant is full of people, there are more than a dozen windows, asking for food and prices, punching the card "beep beep", porcelain jars are put into the window, filled with food and being handed out of the window, mixed with the sound of the restaurant entrance  The rotation of the large air-conditioning fan wheel, humming, made people's head even more dizzy.

    I went to the classroom in the afternoon, only to realize that the classroom is no longer in the previous building. This time it is on the second floor of a laboratory building, which is about ten square meters larger than the previous classroom.  The teacher arranged me in the corner on the right side of the classroom, close to the blackboard.  There is a small table for one person, which is very comfortable. There is no crowding before, and there is no difficulty in introducing yourself to others.

    But paper cannot contain fire.  When chatting with each other in the dormitory at night, we figured out each other's situation.  I am not good at lying, telling others the truth, maybe this kind of shameful experience brought me a kind of motivation, the motivation to learn, and the shame keeps spurring me forward.

    The time for the first re-reading was counted month by month, but the second re-reading was done second by second.  Sitting in the classroom in class, I always have a feeling of frying myself in a frying pan, but I can't finish it.  Is an uncooked bone a stinky bone?

    In the afternoon of the next day, I heard from a classmate that the seat behind me that was always vacant belonged to Liu Rui.  "Oh, I was in the same class when I repeated the first year." Hehe, this kind of fate is not a fate of time.  The fate when we are in trouble should be the fate that neither of us would like to have.

    One day, an "old classmate" patted me on the shoulder from behind me.  I turned around, "Oh, Liu Rui! Why did you go this week, kid!"

    "I had a minor surgery for a nose problem."

    "Oh, are you ready?"

    "Okay, minor surgery."

    "I didn't expect the two of us to be together." I laughed at myself.

    "Haha, yes, we will share weal and woe and we will share weal and woe in the future." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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