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Chapter 15 The Bonfire Beauty

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    That may have something to do with seven years ago, a spring night by a mountain stream¡ªa beautiful woman with a bonfire by the Nanxi River.

    However, the cruelty of fate lies in the fact that it weaves a beautiful and romantic encounter as the beginning of all the sad and hopeless afterward

    That year, Yan Xiaoshi was not yet 18 years old and was a freshman in college.  She went to school early and skipped a grade, so she is generally two years younger than her classmates.

    At that time, she had just left home, was young, and always missed home and her parents.  On weekdays, I was busy studying, so it was okay to talk and laugh with my roommates. On weekends or small holidays, all my roommates went home, leaving her alone, lonely, and even more homesick.

    ? On the May Day of the first semester of her freshman year, she signed up to participate in the activity of tracing the Nanxi River organized by the school mountaineering association.

    Before this, she had never participated in outdoor hiking, and she was not interested.  Signing up on a whim this time is purely to pass the time, so there is no need to pretend to be nostalgic.

    There are nearly a hundred large and small clubs in the school, and there are quite a lot of activities organized during the May Day holiday.  Xiaoshi crouched in front of the computer to screen, and immediately fell in love with "Nanxi River Tracing the River", the reason is very simple - "The name of Nanxi River is very nice, I like it".

    This reason convinced the roommates around her who were chattering about ideas, and sighed: As expected of the Chinese Department, so emotional!

    In mid-spring, the vegetation on the Nanxi River is luxuriant, just like their youthful youth.

    The mists and mist in the mountains, the green bamboos are secluded, the valleys, forests, springs, waterfalls, and gurgling streams make people forget the hustle and bustle of the city and indulge in the splendor of the mountains.

    Xiaoshi was also very intoxicated, and almost forgot the weight of the backpack and the hard work of the trek.  The natural freshness as far as the eye can see is somewhat similar to the landscape of my hometown, but it also has the unique misty and illusory, quiet and restrained canyons in southern Zhejiang.

    That night, they camped in a camp not far from Luoyang Village. It was a vast meadow with mountains and streams behind it, which was very suitable for camping.

    However, they were not the first to land.

    When they arrived panting, there were already six or seven tents set up in the downstream, and the magnificent team flag was fluttering - "Extreme Professional Outdoor Club".

    Niu Niu, the team leader of Guanghua Dengxie, is a sturdy female man.  Seeing that the good site had been seized and the team flag waving in the wind, she looked disdainful, but she had no choice but to lead the group of unprofessional people behind her to set up camp in the not-so-flat upstream.

    ?As night fell, the boys and girls in Guanghua remained in high spirits, they raised a bonfire, and a group of people sat on the ground around the bonfire.

    The fire was jumping, warm and bright, driving away the moisture of the night dew and mist, and attracted two people from the downstream professional club to come over and warm up by the fire.

    They sat quietly outside the circle, trying their best to minimize the sense of presence, and did not want to disturb others, nor did they want to attract others' attention.

    At the initiative of the team leader, Niu Niu, people in Guanghua's circle began to introduce themselves in turn.

    When it was Xiaoshi's turn, she was a little cautious.  She never likes to show off, she just honestly followed the model of the last boy, and followed the gourd: "My name is Yan Xiaoshi, born in 1989, from the Department of Chinese."

    At this time, a magnetic male voice rang through the heavy humid air and crackling bonfire, diagonally opposite the girl: "Which three words?"

    All eyes turned to the source of the sound - a circle of people outside the backlit corner, two friendly team "professionals" sitting side by side.

    Xiaoshi was stunned for a moment, and didn't bother to look, so he subconsciously replied: "The color of the color, the dawn of Chunxiao, Shi three points of water plus one, isn't it?"

    The questioner was noncommittal, and the self-introduction continued.

    After that, nothing special seemed to happen.  If there was one thing, it was Yan Xiaoshi's first time living in a tent, waking up cold and hungry in the middle of the night, and groping for biscuits in the dark to eat.

    In the early morning of the second day, Xiao Shi came back to life with full blood.  She ran to the stream with great interest, saw that the water was still clear, squatted down, washed her face in the stream, tied two shofar braids at random, and started on the road with the backpack that looked bigger than her  .

    Back at school, everyone exchanged photos, and the leader of Niu Niu sent the journal summary to the mountaineering version of bbs, which was marked as the top of the day.

    Xiao Shi thought that this was the perfect end to her trip to Nanxi River.

    Unexpectedly, after a week, she actually received an inexplicable email related to Nanxi River.

    At that time, she hadn't bought a laptop yet, and she often used the Internet in the Wentu computer room.

    One sunny afternoon, she leisurely opened her student account mailbox, and found that there was an unread email titled "Hello" with an unfamiliar address, and opened it:

    "Student Yan Xiaoshi:    Hello!  The first time I saw you by the Nanxi River, I was deeply impressed.  My name is Zhou Shaoting. I was born in 1982. I also like literature. I hope to make friends with you and discuss together in the future.

    Zhou Shaoting"

    Zhou Shaoting?  There is no one named Zhou Shaoting among the classmates who went to Nanxi River together this time.

    "I met you for the first time by the Nanxi River", could it be Lu Yu's friend team?  However, the teams they encountered all passed by after saying hello, without any contact.  How did this person know her student number mailbox?

    Xiao Shi was puzzled by a series of questions.

    However, what she didn't understand the most was the way classmate Zhou struck up a conversation: "I also like literature", "Let's discuss together", this is, do you want to make pen pals?  Thisis too outdated!  It is estimated that someone is bored and ignores it.

    Since entering college, Yan Xiaoshi has only been approached two or three times.  Ordinarily, she looks fair and fresh, with delicate features, and the pure temperament of a middle school student, so she should be very sought-after.  But she upholds the fine tradition of studying hard and making progress every day. She walks back and forth between the dormitory and the library with her head down all day long, carrying piles of books. That kind of domineering aura in elementary school puts a lot of pressure on many boys, and they can only covet it from afar.  , dare not strike up a conversation rashly.  Occasionally, I want to go forward to try my luck out of self-control, but the result is often that I am rejected in the middle of the sentence, without leaving any hope.

    Yan Xiaoshi is like this, if he doesn't like it, he will never flirt with it.

    She is not like some girls who are good at being a person, she does not refuse her admirers, she is not picky with anyone, she is very close to everyone, surrounded by a bunch of boys, it is very beautiful.

    Xiaoshi disdains this, she has always been very clear about what kind of relationship she wants.

    What she wants is "three thousand weak waters, just take a scoop to drink".

    What she wants is "bring one person to white head, choose one city to die in old age".

    What she wants is "love" that is more expensive than life, not "falling in love" like playing house.

    You can say that she is hypocritical because she has read too much, or that she is sticking to the ideal of love.  Her "love cleanliness" makes it difficult to open her heart to accept anyone, and once she is in love, she hopes to stick to it forever.

    So, this email incident was also ignored by her as a clumsy strike-up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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