In this way, Eid al-Adha has passed, the National Day has passed, and it has been half a month in the student union. In the herbarium, I learned how to choose suitable and beautiful leaves and flowers, how to press plants with high water content into dry specimens, and try not to destroy their shape, and to maintain or make them more beautiful.

Don't think about animal specimens, the school can't even find a single grasshopper, only a few dragonflies and a few poor little butterflies and little bees next to the lake and in the flower beds. These are not difficult to make. The club also organized us to learn about the plants in the school, detailing them to the family, genus, species, living habits, distribution area, etc., although I did not remember many of them. The club also held the "School Flower of the National University" activity to recommend and select the school flower in everyone's minds. Of course, this is the flower of flowers.

During this time, I learned a lot and learned that specimens can be stored for years or even decades.

"In the future, I will definitely give my girlfriend a specimen of roses that I made myself, and frame it into a hanging picture for her, on which I can write some poems, flower language or other things I want to say. More grade, more meaning: it can be understood that your beauty will never wither, wither, my heart for you will never change like this flower, etc., I am so moved that I want to cry, I am excited when I think about it. ”

I gently stroked the poppy lying on the cardboard absorbent paper, and sighed affectionately. I think Ran will love it.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be such a person, people are so moved!"

Luo Yixuan next to him sarcastically mocked me with disgust.

In fact, I have been with you for so long, I found that you are really good, gentle and virtuous, generous and decent, careful in doing things, and able to endure hardships, which deeply attracted me, and I am not bad, or be my girlfriend, I have liked you for a long time. ”

"Really?, I'm that good? I'll say yes if you tell the truth. Look who's afraid of whom. ”

"Well, I'm duplicitous. ”

The first sentence is really the truth, and the second sentence is a lie.

"Brother Gao Fei, if it's good or bad, he will make fun of us Yixuan, and he is usually reluctant to praise us. ”

"Can you be a little more reserved, look at what people usually look like, what you look like, you are very arrogant, the graceful image of our southern girls has ruined you. If you're sad, brother will give you a loving hug, do you want to. ”

"I want it!"

"Gao Fei" is the nickname they gave me, Peng Ju, isn't it Gao Fei? As for this girl with a voice who deliberately sells cuteness, her name is Xinyu, my fellow countryman, I'm afraid of her. They are all classmates, and I joined the taxidermy club together, and there are many girls in our class who are also in this club, but I am the only boy, so I am like a fish in water here, everyone understands.

I often joke with them, often talk like this, they are not strange, they are all old drivers, it is easy to drive fast, after all, I have been in the eighteen bends of the mountain road in Guizhou for many years.

When it comes to flowers, what I like is not roses, peonies, and plum blossoms, but orchids, probably because they grow and bloom unscrupulously on the small river and fields in my hometown.

When I was a child, I used to run in the fields, wander in the small river, and even 5 years ago, when I was obsessed with fishing, they were also silently blooming on the riverbank next to me, inconspicuous, but I couldn't ignore it, it was so beautiful, so peaceful. But now I can't see that scene, and I can't go back.

And the orchid I love the ghost orchid (ghost orchid), it is so rare, so mysterious, only in the swamps of Florida, USA, accompanied by crocodiles, parasitic on rotten wood, but poisonous (hallucinogenic effect), the ghost of the flower. There are less than 2,000 wild plants in the world, making it difficult to grow them artificially. The breeze blows through the mist like a smart ghost (it is said to have been found in the valley of the Brahmaputra River in China).

I prefer its story, its flower language: belated love, humble love (unto death).

My QQ avatar is it, the desktop is it, even if the picture is still, but I can feel it beating in my eyes, sometimes even dancing, tugging at my soul and pulling me into the world of fantasy and memory. I recall the innocent life of my youth, the troubles and sorrows of school, the first heartbeat, the first liking, the first courage, and the first heartbreak. I think of the girl named "Lan". I can't go back, I can't go back.

I'm not sleepy, I can't sleep in bed, but I often sleep in class. I didn't lie on the table when I slept, but sat upright, but I didn't know when I closed my eyes, maybe every fantasy and memory brought me into another world!

I also hate reality and want to escape from reality, because I like to read all kinds of books and fantasize since I was a child, so I don't know when Liu Xia began to be there, and built a magical, beautiful, and dreamy utopia in his mind.

Of course, this is Liu Xia and not Liu Pengju, Liu Pengju is most of the time me, not so sentimental, like to escape; Liu Pengju is a self-confident, self-reliant, lively and cheerful sunny boy. So a lot of times some people feel that they don't know me, they don't understand me. Because they all think that I am the sunny boy who keeps smiling all the time and leaks white teeth from time to time (first, because I have rhinitis since I was a child, my nose can't breathe, and I always use my mouth, but this is not good-looking, so I can only smile, and over time, I have become always smiling. Besides, I'll only cry secretly in my heart, so why show it).

I don't think I'm sick or even have a split personality, it's like two sides of things, in my opinion, Liu Xia is my shadow, he is me, and I am me, otherwise we are incomplete. Everyone has a devil (angel) in their heart, and they all have a dark side that will only show up when needed.

Lan is the first girl I like, it is a secret that I hide in my heart, "she" is still around, when eating, when resting, when happy (no happiness), when sad, when lonely, she has always been with me, enlightening me, urging me. Because others can't see it, they think I'm talking to myself a lot of the time.

"She" has been with me like this for two years, since I started to make sure that I liked her. And after she left, I was obsessed with Tang Lei's "Lilacs" from then to now. Because she likes the lilac at the door of the canteen of the old people's middle school very much, she likes to feel the lilac rain under the tree.