Xu Anyang went to Nanjing to study in 08, and has been living in the city since then, witnessing the development and changes of Nanjing for more than ten years.

Watch it go from being carved against the wall to becoming more and more modern and convenient.

Before the opening of Metro Line 2 in 10 years, there was only one short Metro Line 1 in Nanjing, from Maigaoqiao to Andemen.

A total of 12 stations away, it is as short and weak as a small earthworm on the huge map of Nanjing.

12 years later, the Nanjing subway has become a big octopus, and its tentacles are about to reach Ma'anshan in the neighboring AH province.

Xu Anyang was in his freshman and sophomore years, and if he wanted to leave school and enter the city, he could only take a taxi or take a bus.

The No. 5 bus, which has the most frequent shifts at the gate of Huagong No. 3 School, carries the figure of many Huagong students shuttling back and forth in order to eat, drink and have fun at the entrance of Shangxinjie.

The No. 115 bus that Xu Anyang took was a "life-saving car" for Chinese workers who arrived at the East Railway Station.

Although this car is old and broken, with few shifts and slow speed, it can stop to the end, from the East Railway Station to the dormitory area of Huagong Gate 4, which is convenient and convenient.

Xu Anyang was lucky enough to get in the car, find a window position to sit down, open the window, and the cool breeze came to his face.

Outside the window is Nanjing in 2008, which is not very different from 12 years later.

Itakura is still in tatters, the tunnel of Fugui Mountain is still so narrow, and the pines and cypresses of the Ming Palace are still lush.

Along the way, you can see the water of the Crescent Lake and pass through the gates of the old city walls.

12 years is really too short for a city.

Especially Nanjing, a thousand-year-old city and the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, is just a snap of a finger.

But for Xu Anyang, 12 years is a transformation from a boy to a man, a baptism.

He returned to the age of 18 with his baptized soul, and there was nothing more beautiful than this.

The car is a little bumpy on the road, not because the road is bad, but because the car is too broken.

Bus 115 is an old-fashioned diesel car with a large tortoise shell next to the driver's seat with a handle on it.

The engine starts not to turn the key, but to turn this handle.

At each red light, the driver will turn off the engine and wait until the green light to turn the handle to start the car.

This manual flame-out energy-saving and fuel-saving system is also no one.

Xu Anyang was bumpy on the road, and when the light wind blew, he felt a little sleepy in his seat.

But he didn't dare to sleep, for fear that he would wake up and find that he was back in 2020 and was going to survey customers.

Once again, of course, you have to live a more interesting life.

The car slowly approached the East China Institute of Engineering Station, and Xu Anyang had already seen the building of his alma mater.

Looking from outside the fence, there is not much change, some are old, some are broken, and the stinky ditch flowing from the school has not been treated, it is dirty and smelly.

The car turned a corner and arrived at the main road outside the dormitory, outside the No. 4 gate of Huagong.

At this point, Xu Anyang suddenly became excited.

Many years later, the food court, supermarket, Internet café, and restaurant building outside Gate 4 were all demolished, and the road was widened, becoming clean and deserted.

In '08, it was still bustling here.

The buildings are still there, the road is very narrow, and there are many tents on both sides of the road, which are the information center and item collection point for the new students.

The tents were already crowded with new students and their parents, carrying large bags and small bags, consulting with school volunteers about a series of matters such as registration, receiving new students' belongings, and paying fees.

Most of the volunteers are juniors and seniors.

Xu Anyang got off the bus, and after getting off the bus, he breathed hard in the air near the school.

"Ahem! ahem!"

I almost didn't choke to death, and there was dust all along the way.

Xu Anyang shuttled in front of one tent after another, looking left and right.

In fact, each tent can be consulted and registered, and the length of the queue is about the same.

A volunteer in a red vest walked over, he looked at Xu Anyang, saw that his face was green, carrying a schoolbag and dragging a suitcase, at first glance, he was a freshman, thinking that Xu Anyang did not know the registration process, so he asked enthusiastically: "This new classmate, do you need any help?"

"Ah, it's okay, I'll wander around, you're busy. Xu Anyang glanced at the volunteer and sent him away in two sentences.

This is a senior with five big and three rough.

The volunteer froze in place and didn't know how to answer, he didn't expect to get such an echo.

Wandering?

What's the matter with this freshman, you're walking around here?

Xu Anyang ignored the seniors anymore, thinking that your enthusiasm should be reserved for those who need it more.

What he was looking around here was to see which tent the beautiful senior sister who had registered him at the beginning.

Xu Anyang still remembers that when he reported to the school alone, he found a random consultation point to line up, and met a peerless senior sister with long hair and white jeans.

Qingjue, this is the description of her image after being repeatedly cleansed and beautified in Xu Anyang's mind.

"Wuzhou Qing is the crown of the three Wu, and the sky writes ten thousand pictures of clouds and mountains", this is the word of the ancient poet to describe the beautiful scenery, in Xu Anyang's mind, the senior sister has become a hazy and beautiful beauty.

Xu Anyang that year was a big bear that had just stepped into the bud rice field, and the first corn cob he saw was full and bright.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to break it at that time, and he wouldn't break it.

Young people are always like this, thinking that there is a forest waiting for them in the future, but in fact, if you miss one, you will lose one.

Later, after four years of college, Xu Anyang didn't have the opportunity to see this senior sister, and only that glimpse remained in his heart unforgettable.

After a while, Xu Anyang's eyes lit up, and he saw the white wide-legged jeans in front of a tent.

She was wearing a goose yellow sweatshirt on her upper body, and she was registering the information of new students at the desk, and raised her head from time to time to communicate with new students and parents.

Xu Anyang glanced at it from a distance, she was a beautiful girl, with big eyes, the lines of her side face were very soft, and her straight black hair hung down, lining her skin white and translucent.

said that she was a senior sister, but in fact, she was in her early 20s, a little girl who had not graduated. Xu Anyang's mentality is completely different from the beginning, he has no sense of looking up, and he looks at people and things more objectively.

"It's beautiful, but it doesn't seem to be as good-looking as I imagined, and sure enough, people will automatically beautify the memories of the past. Xu Anyang was thinking while queuing. Human memories are strange, and the good things of the past, especially those that have been lost or never gained, are always exaggerated. In the memories of regret over and over again, the filter gets thicker and thicker, so that it loses its true appearance.

The senior sister in front of her is indeed beautiful and lovely, but Xu Anyang is well-informed, and the word Qingjue seems to be put away.

There seemed to be a lot of people in line, but the registration process was not complicated, and the queue moved quickly.

After a while, Xu Anyang sat down in front of his senior sister, and a faint fragrance came to his nose.

Xu Anyang sniffed lightly, and it was the same as the fragrance he felt 12 years ago.

If you guessed correctly, it should be Lancôme Magnifique, this combination of rose and jasmine is quite strong, and it is not particularly suitable for young people.

"Hello, which college are you from? Take out your ID card and admission letter and take a look. ”

The senior sister's voice is clear and bright, with a hint of mezzo-soprano mellowness, if she sings, it should be suitable for Miriam Yang's song.

In the past, Xu Anyang would only obediently bow his head to find out his ID card and admission notice, and the senior sister would do whatever he wanted, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Now, Xu Anyang's mind is spinning fast, thinking about how to use this short consultation time to have a relationship with the senior sister?

It's not that he covets the beauty of his senior sister, as a social person, Xu Anyang feels that there are many ways for multiple friends.

If you are a newcomer to college, wouldn't it be a lot easier to meet a senior sister who leads the way.

After all, Xu Anyang forgot some things about the university.

"Yes, let her show me the way. Xu Anyang's mind turned, and he had another idea.