After taking my seat in the classroom, I swept around the people in the front row, secretly planning to find a new team member. It stands to reason that when the new semester arrives, the group members should also be reorganized, but because many groups have formed a tacit understanding last semester, most of them are reluctant to replace.

It was not polite to leave Ayub and Moussa behind, but for half a year, I had been doing almost all the debriefings alone, and they only occasionally checked the information and did nothing. In this respect, Ayub has no reason to be angry, and Musa understands the reason and does not need to explain further.

In fact, I didn't have any 'communication' with most of the foreign students in my class, and when I majored in petroleum geology, almost all of them were boys, and their residences were too far away, and 'female' students were not allowed to visit the 'door'. On weekdays, although everyone goes to class together, they do their own things after class, and there is no 'intersection'. What's more, I also want to find responsible teammates in my 'selfish' heart, and I don't want to work alone anymore. With the psychology of international students, my first choice is still Chinese, but there are a total of four Chinese in this class. If I 'plugged' in, it meant that another person would be squeezed out of the circle.

Just as I was hesitating, two people came up to me, who were members of the Chinese group who had been in the same group as Jia Yi.

They looked at me, and the two of them smiled at me together and asked, "Min Xixi, do you want to change groups in the new semester?"

I really want to come to something, and I am in the middle of it. Slightly stunned for a moment, I nodded and responded, "It's 'quite' that I want to change to a new environment." ”

They looked happy and asked, "How about you and us in a group?"

"I think it's 'pretty good', but ......" After hesitating for two seconds, I frowned and asked, "What about Jia Yi?"

One of them waved his hand and sighed: "We didn't mean to do this, but Jia Yi sometimes likes to drill the horns of the bull, and his efficiency is relatively low. Partnership, of course, I hope to get together with people who can talk better, and the best grades are better, so I'll come to you. ”

With my chin in my hand, I wondered. Although I understand their approach, I don't agree with it. It may be nothing at home, but if someone is excluded alone, this sense of loneliness and alienation will be magnified several times when they are studying abroad. What's more, it's still like Jia Yi, who was replaced by me. Although I wanted to say yes, I still had to worry about his feelings. In order to prevent the relationship from becoming stiff, it is still necessary to inform in advance.

I thought about it for a while and said to them, "I'll make it clear to Jia Yi first, and I'll give you an answer later." ”

The two men looked at each other, nodded, and left.

In the small circle of Chinese students, exclusion and accommodation are very subtle. Although it seems to be very harmonious on the surface, under the 'selfishness', everyone will still 'selfishly' make their lives easier.

Normally, Jia Yi would arrive at the classroom at least a quarter of an hour early. But when he came to class today, he stepped on the bell and was late. His gaze wandered away from the classroom, and I waved him over, and Jia Yi's gaze locked on me, striding over and sitting next to me.

I was thinking about how to organize the language when the teacher was already on the podium. I lowered my voice and decided to ask the most obvious question first: "Why are you so late today?"

Jia Yi took out the textbook from his bag and explained: "I met Ayub on the way and chatted outside the classroom for a while. ”

"How do you know his name?" I was under the impression that they probably didn't know each other.

"The last time he handed you an invitation, I was next to him, and he felt familiar, so he remembered me. ”

I unconsciously closed my eyes slightly, and asked anxiously, "What are you talking about?" "I secretly hope in my heart, don't have anything to do with me.

Jia Yi's face showed a look of embarrassment, paused, and said thoughtfully: "I couldn't get along with the two people in the previous group, and it just so happened that Ayub asked me if I wanted to be in a group with them, and I agreed. ”

I was stunned and let out a long sigh of relief. I didn't expect that the topic that I had just been entangled with was so lightly and skillfully said by him, so that I didn't have to have any guilt, and a pleasant smile inadvertently spread on my lips. It's just that at the same time, there is a wave of loss. Ayyub was still guarding against me, and he broke my already meager connection with Moses. It's a hint of alienation and coldness, and it's impossible for me not to understand it.

Jia Yi observed my look, saw that I frowned, and thought that I had a complaint, so he hurriedly explained: "I saw that Ayub took the initiative to suggest, thinking that you already knew. If you don't want to, I can ......."

"No, you're mistaken. I interrupted his chatter, bitterness and lightness at the same time, pulled a smile, thought for a moment and said, "Your former teammates have also come to me, I was just thinking, how can this happen to be so coincidental." ”

With that, I smiled and made a relaxed look: "I was worried that you would be angry just now, but now it's okay, everyone is happy." ”

Hearing this, Jia Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, spread out the book, and listened attentively.

I squeezed my wrist hard and thought to myself, what a joy it was. I was out of the group I used to have, and my connection with Moussa was getting thinner and thinner, and I was able to study more easily in the future. Isn't that exactly what I want? Isn't my desire to get out of Mouses a big step forward because of this?

Perhaps, it is precisely because everything is going so well that it seems a little unreal.

I was in a trance for a while, but I quickly convinced myself to come back to my senses and listen to the teacher ramble on the tectonic characteristics of various blocks around the world. When talking about China, he focused on rendering, and also attached pictures of his field collection when he went to the Daxing'an Mountains to study the broken fold belt. Obviously, this teacher is very fond of sightseeing, because there are many more magnificent scenery in his photos than geological phenomena, and he even pays great attention to the proportions of his photos, and has the potential to be a photographer.

In any case, when I hear a foreign teacher mention China in class, I can't help but feel 'excited', as if I have found a sense of belonging or the recognition of the motherland by others. My mood fluctuated in this 'agitation', so much so that after class, I hurriedly agreed to the two Chinese students' request to form a team and rushed to the library.

There are many petroleum books in our school library, and there are many ways to classify them by 'door'. In the past, I only borrowed books that were helpful for writing essays, but after this course, I couldn't wait to see China in foreign literature. Anyway, school has just started now, and the schoolwork is not heavy, so I am allowed to 'mess around' at will.

Walking between the bookshelves, I remembered that the petroleum geology of Asia was around here, and I gradually slowed down.

The library is quiet, and this area for specialist books is even quieter. On weekdays, everyone only comes here to check the materials when they are rushing to papers, and at this time, there are only a few inconspicuous people.

I followed the guidance to search for the past, China, should be in this area. His eyes wandered back and forth on the books, and suddenly, through the gaps between the bookshelves, he saw the eyes that were reading carefully with their heads down.

He didn't look up, his eyelashes hung down quietly, and his golden-brown eyes were hidden in them, peaceful and gloomy. Among the shelves, I heard the sound of his fingers turning the pages, and the warmth of the room fell like a white robe that seemed to be close to the distance and fell into my heart.

A man who reads intently always has an unusual attraction. I have seen many of his joys and sorrows, but I have never had such a distraction as at this moment.

I shrunk back, not wanting to be seen by him. Cautiously leaving, hiding in the bookshelf three columns away from him. From this position, I could still see his eyes peeking through the cracks quietly and from a distance, and when he looked up, it was difficult to easily find my position through the layers of obstacles.

The library was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the vibrating of your phone. Obviously, this is not my phone. And the next moment, I saw Moussa put down the book in his hand and ran to the corner of the wall partition to answer the phone. Listening to his low voice humming softly, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, and sneaked to the place where he had just been reading, and picked up the book that was still open.

This is an illustrated book with only a small amount of explanation. The professional knowledge is not written deeply, and it is all very simple common sense of petroleum geology, but from the title to the content, it is all about China. Typical geological phenomena in China, geological structures of China's scenic spots, and tectonic evolution history of some basins in China...... All kinds of things are related to China.

I have always known that Moussa was originally a businessman, and his study of petroleum geology was purely half-hearted. But today, the teacher just pasted a few pictures on the slides, and he ran to the library in a hurry after class, and studied China's geological knowledge. Perhaps, he was just looking at the pictures in the book, but my heart didn't tremble.

I was so caught up in the vibrations of my thoughts that I ignored the small words of Moses. When I put down my book and prepared to flee again, I saw Moses in front of me, and he was looking at me in amazement.

A trace of strangeness passed through my heart, and I restrained my unbearable lovesickness, and said in a deep voice: "You are also here, what a coincidence." But in the voice, there is no joy of a coincidental encounter.

Mosa opened his mouth, as if there was an urgent word, but after a pause, he finally condensed and muffled repeated: "Yes, what a coincidence. ”

He walked up to me, caught a glimpse of the book he had just read, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he asked softly, "How long have you seen me?"

I lowered my eyes from Moses, but looked at my nose and my nose and heart, and picked up the book in my hand, and turned the pages one after the other: "I only see you now." When I walked over before, I happened to see this book spread out, so I flipped through it at random, and that's it. ”

Hearing this, his gaze stared at me fixedly, and he asked, "If you hadn't seen me before, why did you mention this book when I asked you?"

The over-the-top explanation took me around myself. Now that he has debunked it, I don't want to quibble anymore. With a slight bow, I politely avoided it, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going out." ”

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