I slept alone in the four-person dormitory, and before the lights went out, I said goodnight to the panda doll with soy sauce on the bed. At the end of the hallway, I laughed and picked up the soundproof earplugs and eye mask that I had placed at the head of the bed, and sank myself into the silent darkness.

I had a dream that I was crouching in the middle of a bush and getting on the tuba, and a white sheep came by my side, and then another, one by one, until I was crowded among the sheep and could not escape, when a hand reached out to me, and I raised my head, and he dragged me out of the flock.

I woke up from my dream, tried to remember what he looked like, rolled over, and fell back into a deep dream.

On the second day, according to the agreed time, Ah Huan and I came to the small classroom together, and there was already a long queue at the door, saying that we wanted to go in one by one to state the outline of the paper, and the group leader stuffed us with a mid-term checklist and asked us to fill in the name and student number. Ah Huan and I looked at each other, but I didn't expect this inspection to be so cautious, so I quickly turned out my paper and temporarily crammed it.

As a sign of humility, I lined up behind Ah Huan, who angrily said that he would wait for me to go home with him. More than an hour had passed since Ah Huan called me in from the classroom, and I respectfully handed the paper to the tutor and began to state the case.

"Well, the directory is almost over...... You have too much space for this concept and too little space for case studies. The paper was written about a backdoor listing, but the case presentation lacked the laws and regulations of the CSRC, and the opinion statement did not focus on the impact of the regulations. It's not enough to just pile up arguments, you still have to focus on your own conclusions, go back and look at CNKI more, and seize the time to change. She gave me the manuscript back with a blank face, and this time she didn't even bother to draw in circles, and waved my hand to ask me to give the interim report to a boy in a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses sitting at the door of the classroom, who was hanging his head and writing on the previous form. I walked up to him nervously, "...... with you"

He raised his head and pushed the word "classmate" back into my stomach, and I blushed when I remembered the helping hand he extended to me in my dream.

"Student Cheng, the form is registered, together with other groups, and hand it over to the office tomorrow, I have a meeting in a while, so I'll leave first." ”

"Okay, teacher. Brake stood up and nodded respectfully. He wore a white shirt today, brown suit trousers, the corners were ironed straight, quite formal, and the gold-rimmed glasses were matched at some point, which matched his temperament very well, the perfect Sven scum.

The tutor packed up the papers, handed the general score sheet to the brakes, and walked out of the classroom, leaving him and I in the classroom.

"Classmate?" Brake raised an eyebrow at me, "Should you call me senior?" ”

Ah, Sven scum. I was depressed and watched as he had my interim report in his bag. However, when people are under the eaves, I don't bow my head, go out of the eaves, let the rain flow turbulently, big heads, don't worry about the rain, people have umbrellas, I have big heads.

There was silence and some embarrassment. At this time, Ah Huan probed his head and slapped into the brake: "Eh, senior, then you are a graduate student in our school? Wow, the graduate students in our school are all elusive, I have never met them, and I finally saw them alive." ”

Brake didn't answer, he aligned a stack of papers and put it in his briefcase, and I realized that he was also a person with a briefcase, and he was the same as he used to be in a tracksuit and rode a dead fly. Also, whether rich or poor, good or bad, time is like a balance in God's hands, and no one has ever favored anyone, and we are no exception. The passage of time has separated us from the past, and the galaxy is splendid, but it can no longer touch a flower or tree on the other side.

"If you're all right, I'll lock the door. "The brake took us, closed the classroom door, and the three of us walked in the direction of the dormitory, to be exact, I walked side by side with Ah Huan, and the brake followed us, two meters away.

However, this did not stop Ah Huan, she continued to harass the brakes energetically, which made me very envious - Ah Huan is a child who grew up in love after all, and he can't feel the malice of the people around him, and his good and bad sides are willing to show in front of outsiders without reservation. I was the opposite of her, like a mussel who escaped harm, and only when the sun was right was right would I be willing to open the shell, expose my soft body to the air, and lazily enjoy a moment of peace.

For some reason, this kind of Ah Huan reminds me of another person, the person who occasionally looks for me on WeChat, but hasn't seen him for a long time.

"Senior, have you ever participated in the top ten singers?"

"Senior, are you a member of the International Model Federation?"

"Senior, did you participate in last year's entrepreneurship competition?"

"Senior, senior, where must I have seen you so familiar?"

In the face of Ah Huan's chattering conversation, the brake looked "I'm not, I don't, you're so annoying", but he was still polite and responded to Ah Huan by shaking his head.

"Really, it's not true. Ah Huan frowned in distress, I and the brake breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Ah Huan's questioning could be over, who knew that Ah Huan turned around and asked, "Senior, if I want to be admitted to the graduate school of our school, will the score line be lower?" ”

"This year's application has ended, and next year's re-examination will not be as a graduate of this school, and the score line will only be high and not low. Brake patiently replied, "Besides, your examination of my major is half a cross-examination, and it will not be too easy." ”

"Eh, senior, how do you know about our major?"

I quickly recalled whether the interim report had written about the major classes, and it was, and I was slightly relieved to think about it.

"Aren't you and Xiao Lizi both from Class XX?" Brake replied lightly.

"You know?" Ah Huan stopped and looked at us in surprise.

"Don't talk about the past. I smirked and waved my hand.

"There are a lot of ups and downs in life. "Brake back.

Even if the memory can't be erased, love and hate are still in my heart.

"Oh~ It seems that they know each other~ Then why pretend not to know each other. How do you know each other, Society?" Ah Huan raised his tail and covered his mouth with a smile.

"You ask her. Brake looked at me with a straight face, "Hey, when I was a freshman, I was quite polite to call senior, why did you forget it now." Speaking of which, he was still a little aggrieved.

How can I say it, do we know each other because of shoveling? Thinking like this, I am like Zhou Botong, an old naughty boy hidden under the hanging bell on Zhongnan Mountain, and the old Taoist priest with a bull's nose is ringing the bell outside, which makes my skull buzz, and I can't wait to directly lift the hanging bell that is as heavy as a black iron, and kill the old Taoist priests in the dark.

"We met in the club," the previous sentence was replied to Ah Huan, "I used to call you senior, which was polite, but today I call you senior, which is to succumb to your identity, I don't want to." "If you call him a few seniors today, it will seem deliberate and flattering.

Moreover, I also have a different feeling, as if I deliberately put him in a tracksuit and him in a formal suit together, and insisted that two people at different times communicate with each other. This is a mirror for me, two different identities of me, standing opposite the brakes at two different points in time, and I don't want to let these two me meet each other.

"And what's your name now?"

"My name is Little Lizi. I smiled brighter than a flower, and in a blink of an eye we had walked out of the school gate, and when I saw the food stall in the dark cooking street at the door, I quickly diverted the topic: "Ah Hu, you wait for me, I want to buy a fried yogurt." "Click, the mussel shell essence is about to close, and I hurriedly ran to the stall owner with a smoke, trying to escape the burning eyes of the two.

"Fried yogurt?" Unexpectedly, the brakes followed, and he tucked his briefcase between his elbows and his two hands in his pants pockets, looking out of place in the dark cooking street that represented his student days.

"Won't the yogurt be slimy when it's fried?Do you want to add oil?Isn't it hot?" Ah Huan didn't seem to have eaten it, and he was very curious.

I laughed and exchanged a look with the boss, "Boss, I want a double spell, strawberry and blueberry," and then I hooked my finger to the brake, like a master of martial arts, familiar with my apprentice's kung fu, very confident, "You look at it." ”

"Look at it," the boss seemed to be encouraged by me, and worked very hard, he first took out a bottle of Moseley X from the freezer, poured it into a small cup like a show of skill, and then sliced strawberries and blueberries, and scattered them into the small cup, the action was refreshing, and the action was refreshing, without dragging the mud and water. Then, he poured the fruit-mixed yogurt on the ice plate of the ice machine, held a steel shovel in each hand, and quickly stir-fried the yogurt liquid like a fried rice master in a food stall, and the steel shovel landed on the ice plate, knocking out a pleasant metal sound. He then flattens the yogurt liquid into a flatbread shape.

The three of us in our twenties, standing at the head of the stall, stretched our necks, and looked curiously at the flying steel shovel in the boss's hand, like elementary school students coming home from school and looking at the snack stall, which was particularly interesting.

Ah Huan asked me in a low voice, "Is this master a part-time egg cake maker in the morning?"

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Ah Huan meant, hahaha, it does look like the master who sells egg scones in the morning, maybe the boss will listen to Ah Huan's opinion in the future, and then start a side business to generate income.

When the yogurt had been frozen hard by the copper conduit under the ice plate, the boss used a steel shovel to cut the yogurt into pieces, quickly took three small boxes, divided the yogurt into the boxes, sprinkled with chopped nuts, and inserted a spoon, the speed was staggering.

"Take it. I said.

Ah Huan didn't think much about it, and took it directly, while the brake was stunned for a moment, and he took one at a loss, like a child who was suddenly rewarded. looked at his tall man, dressed very seriously, holding a small fried yogurt, adding a bit of contrast and cuteness.

"How can this be called fried yogurt...... It's called fried ice yogurt, or it's pretty much the same as yogurt ice. ”

"yes, yes. "I was surprised by the uncommon braking thoughts.

"What kind of principle is this? He continued to think in fragments.

"The bird never thinks about why it flies, so it's happy. Ah Huan licked the spoon and complained.

"Oh, I see, there's a refrigeration compressor down here, and the yogurt is more likely to freeze when flattened...... "Before he could finish his words, I scooped a mouthful of ice yogurt and stuffed it into his mouth, freezing his mouth so cold that he turned his head and laughed. If it was just me and him, I would never dare to make such a rude action, but Ah Huan's presence is different, she is like a catalyst, making me less rational.

The brake chewed carefully for a while, and also smiled.

Maybe the yogurt is so delicious.