Although it was mid-September, the weather showed no signs of getting cooler.

The school requires all new students to complete the registration on the morning of the 14th, and in order to avoid missing the registration time, it was just 5 o'clock in the morning, and I was very tragically carried out of the bed by my mother. When I opened my eyes and looked at the six large bags of luggage neatly arranged on the floor next to the bed, I suddenly realized that I was about to leave this familiar home.

I have never left my parents since I was a child, and now I am about to go to live in a strange city, which makes my parents a little nervous. Listening to them chattering on the side, the originally good mood involuntarily became bored.

Anxiety, joy, reluctance, or maybe some, facing a table of breakfast, I can't even raise the slightest desire to eat.

There were so many things to bring that it would definitely not work to take the bus, but fortunately, my uncle volunteered to drive me to school a few days ago, which also saved us a lot of unnecessary trouble. At 6 o'clock, my uncle called and said that he had arrived downstairs. So my parents and I picked up two big bags of luggage and hurried downstairs. It looks like an African refugee who is about to flee the wilderness.

My grandmother also wanted to see the environment of my school, and anyway, there was a car, so she simply followed the road. A large family, with six large bags of luggage, stuffed the already small car tightly.

I sat quietly in the back seat by the window and drove, but my thoughts had already flown out the window.

I didn't expect to leave so soon! I went to a ghost place where dogs don't poop and birds don't lay eggs, and I still have to stay in a school with strict rules, no romance, no Internet cafes, and power rationing every day! I can't imagine how monotonous and boring life there will be.

I was constantly entangled in my heart, is this the life I have always wanted? I always wanted to get rid of the shackles of my family, but when this day really came, I became hesitant in the face of a strange city, a strange environment, and strange people. After I arrived at school, I had to start from scratch again, and suddenly I regretted my original choice, and the considerations at that time now seem so naïve and ridiculous!

That night, I heard Xiao Yi mention that Lele was only admitted to an ordinary software college in the city. In my impression, Lele's academic performance has always been very good, and with her level, I think she can at least reach the second line. Although I have broken up for so long, I still can't help but feel sorry for Lele.

Creation makes people, maybe. The person who kept saying he was going to stay left, and the person who said he was going to leave stayed.

Looking out the window at the scenery that kept jumping backwards, my mind went back in time.

In the days before the college entrance examination, because of Lele, I almost gave up the college entrance examination, and later involved plums. Maybe I've never been a responsible person! I insisted on the beginning, but in the end, I chose to escape.

I'm sorry, please forgive me for my selfishness, just leave me alone, with all the good memories and all those sentimentals......

With the air conditioner on, the air in the car was not very good, and although it didn't get motion sickness, I still felt dizzy.

After walking on the highway for two hours, the car finally slowly drove out of the toll booth, and after getting off the highway according to the guidance of the map on the back of the admission letter, we turned around and turned onto a winding and rugged winding mountain road.

What kind of university is this, and is it not possible to build it on the top of a mountain? My mother has been instilling in me these days how good the new school is, and it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is really a good place to study and raise people. But I have the impression that the buildings on the top of the mountain have always been only temples and Taoist temples.

The sight of the barren mountains and mountains in front of me could not make me connect with my mother's words. Orz, my mother, I wish I had climbed over this mountain and there would be a paradise behind me!

After nearly an hour of jolting on the mountain road, we finally reached our destination. When I first saw the school, the beauty that had been building up in my heart for days collapsed in an instant.

As I drove slowly along the roads of the campus, I was surprised to find that the green belt marked on the map was just a wasteland overgrown with weeds.

Both sides of the road were full of vehicles taking new students to report to school, and it took nearly half an hour just to find a place to park. After getting off the bus, following the guidance of the roadside signs, following the flow of people, we finally found the auditorium where the new students registered.

Although it was still very early, the auditorium was already crowded with people. The school stipulates that the parents of the students cannot follow the auditorium, so my mother handed me the registration materials in my hands, and then whispered a few words in my ear uneasily.

It was so noisy that I couldn't even hear what my mom was saying, but I still nodded my head mechanically.

Through the crowd, I finally managed to squeeze to the door of the auditorium, but I was stopped by the teacher guarding the door: "Notice!" The teacher said to me with a blank face.

I scrambled to find the admission letter from a large pile of materials, shook it vigorously in front of me, and the teacher looked at me, nodded at me, and immediately dodged out of the way, signaling that I could go in.

After walking around the auditorium several times, I finally managed to register. When I squeezed out of the back door of the auditorium with the sheets, straw mats, pillows and a large bundle of toilet paper I had just received, my embarrassed expression was really like the rout of the Kuomintang that had just lost the battle during the Liberation War.

Seeing me come out, my father hurriedly stepped forward to take over the things in my hand, and the family worked together to carry a large number of things in large bags and small bags to the dormitory.

There was still a long way to go from the boys' dormitory, and I saw a few student union officers standing in front of the security booth at the door. Many of the freshmen gathered around the bulletin board outside the dormitory, talking to each other and not knowing what they were discussing.

Curious, I followed the path, and it turned out to be a new school rule: female parents are not allowed to enter the boys' dormitory, and male parents are not allowed to enter the girls' dormitory.

I was so depressed that I almost fainted, what kind of rules is this! When a new student registers, why don't the parents of the students come into the dormitory to help? Complaining is complaining, the school's rules still have to be observed, but fortunately, I had the foresight to pull my uncle in, otherwise I really don't know how to drag so many things into the dormitory one by one.

Pushing open the wooden door of the dormitory, I didn't expect that I was the first to report in the dormitory, so I immediately picked an upper bunk by the window and put down my things.

I have the impression that a university dormitory should at least be a four-person cubicle with a private bathroom, a bed on the top and a computer desk on the bottom. But now in front of my eyes, apart from three bunk iron beds from the 80s, a wooden wardrobe with six doors, and a long marble-clad table, there was nothing else in the dormitory, which was several times worse than the conditions of military training in our high school.

I was disappointed in all of this.

(2010.8.25 This chapter has been revised)