Zhu Beni stood at the bus stop, not knowing where to go. The place where she and Master met was always fixed.

Since I didn't wait for Master's call, I had to continue to call Master.

The phone rang almost and hung up automatically. Zhu Beini finally put her heart in her stomach, and she let out a long sigh. Before he could open his mouth to ridicule the master, who had always boasted of answering the phone as the first time, he heard the master's voice first.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have a way to see you this afternoon. ”

Master's voice was deeper than usual. Zhu Beini was stunned and immediately replied: "It's okay." You're busy. ”

The master paused slightly, as if he had something to say, but after all, he didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

Zhu Beini sat on a simple chair on the bus stop, surrounded by people, and she looked down to savor the indescribable emptiness in her heart. He left her behind because he had met the right date...... In the future, he will gradually disappear from her life......

Zhu Beini couldn't hold back and suddenly cried.

The people around her looked at Zhu Beini like a monster. The aunt, who was silently squeezing her position desperately just now, left suddenly, and both sides of Zhu Beini's seat were empty.

Only one old man couldn't stand it anymore: "Little girl, what's wrong with you? The phone was stolen, or was the wallet stolen?"

Zhu Beini put down her hand and looked at the old man with teary eyes. The old man was touching something from his pocket, and Zhu Beini squeezed out the tears that had accumulated in her eyes, only to see that the old man was paying for him. The small handkerchief opened layer by layer, revealing neatly folded five, ten, and twenty dollar bills.

The old man took out a ten-yuan bill and handed it to Zhu Beini: "Is it enough?"

Zhu Beini waved her hand: "Old uncle, I didn't lose anything." Can you say "I'm ashamed"?

The old man understood: "Young people are under a lot of pressure. Cry if you want to. ”

The circle of people who were far away just now slowly leaned over, and some aunts were concerned, thinking of the young people from their own homes or relatives' families, and they all sighed that young people were working hard and under pressure. House, car, marriage, and childbirth, the conditions are good, and the pressure is also great.

It was a lively discussion, and two buses came one after another. The discussion is interrupted, and it is important to get serious and hurry. The car was empty, and only Zhu Beini was left.

The wind was blowing, and the leaves were falling in front of my eyes.

Many roads in Shanghai are planted with plane trees. The wide sycamore leaves are falling, which is a scene of autumn in the city. There are even roads, and it is forbidden to sweep the floor too diligently. I want to add some natural breath to the life in the reinforced concrete.

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Mr. Xiao and Huang Baocai recently adopted a new hobby - going for a walk at the most prestigious FD University in Shencheng.

Mr. Liao's mentality has calmed down a lot recently, mainly due to the fact that Sister Wang of Liangfu is not so urgent. Sister Wang said that she was not in a hurry, but she must not forget about it.

Mr. Xiao then came to FD University to squat. An Xiaosi later ate a few McDonald's meals with him and Huang Baocai, and the useful information he could provide was extremely limited. He only knew that his brother was a doctoral student at FD University, the kind that went to school to the highest level.

Mr. Xiao and Huang Baocai have no shortcuts, only to run to school if they have nothing to do. The chance of meeting An Cairui on a university campus of 40,000 people is better than the chance of meeting him in Shanghai, a city of 24 million people. Regardless of whether you meet it or not, there is another advantage: at least you can make a difference to Sister Wang.

The campus is full of energy. I have heard that many universities are local tourist attractions, but I guess people want to see not only the layout of the campus, but also the young people who are active on the campus.

Walking and walking, Huang Baocai poked Mr. Liao with his hand: "Mr. Liao, Mr. Liao, do you see the one sitting on the grass, does it look like An Cairui?" "Mr. Liao" is not the boss surnamed Liao, but the surname Liao Mingzong.

Mr. Xiao followed Huang Baocai's finger and looked over.

On the grass at dusk, a girl sat on the ground. The girl buried her head between her knees, her slender arms wrapped around her curled calves, and lay motionless on her knees. Next to her sat a young man on his knees. The young man gently stroked her long hair.

Mr. Yu scoffed: "I took U." ”

"What do you mean?

"It means let's go, if you don't leave, the school cafeteria will be closed. ”

After walking around the campus for a long time, the two were pleasantly surprised to find that the school cafeteria was also open to the public, and they only needed to apply for a meal card. The two of them happily made one. Eating in the student cafeteria at a good price makes me more motivated to come to the school.

After Mr. Liao and Huang Baocai left, the girl who had been buried in her knees raised her head, revealing a pair of eyes like hearts. Despite his red eyes, he was still shockingly beautiful. It's not An Cairui, who is it!

An Cairui twitched his nose, and tears fell again.

"So, your mother won't accept me anyway?"

The kneeling boy nodded silently.

"I want to meet her, I want to ask her why. You love me!"

"You know that she dislikes your education is too low, and she insists on seeing her, isn't it humiliating herself!"

"What are we going to do?"

"What can I do? If she doesn't pay me, I won't survive. I can only pretend to break up first, and then break up after graduation and find a good job. ”

An Cairui burst into tears: "But you knew from the beginning that I had a low education, and you knew from the beginning that your mother had requirements for academic qualifications......"

"Do you suspect that my motives are not pure?" the boy was a little annoyed. An Cairui did not dare to argue anymore.

The boy handed over a notebook: "This is what I wrote to you." You take it. It's a testament to my love for you. When I graduate, I'll marry you!"

The boy then took out a phone from his pocket: "This is what I gave you." 1,000 yuan of phone bills were deposited in advance. Don't downtime. I'll contact you in a year's time. Don't come to me again for a year, you know, mom she's sent someone to spy on me. ”

The boy seemed to have made a great deal of determination, and resolutely stood up, and looked at it one last time with nostalgia, forcing himself to leave quickly.

An Cairui held the notebook in one hand and the mobile phone in the other, even more dazed.

Initially, she worked as a janitor at the school. When I get off work, I sit in the common area of the library and read a book for a while. That's where he accosted her......

"Classmate, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen......" was the first thing he said to her.

The past is vivid, but it has become unrecognizable because of the ending. The past is like a self-deceptive imagination. Luckily, there are laptops and mobile phones to prove that this is good.

An Cairui opened the notebook and read it in the dim light.

"An An:

It was the whole month before your birthday, the whole two weeks after November 11th, the whole week after we met, and it was Saturday, November 25, 2016, and I held your hand. For the first time, I held the hand of a beloved girl so tightly.

Hold your hand. The moment of the shot is heart-pounding, once tightly held, the nervous heart is a little relieved, a sense of solemnity and responsibility of reason and the excitement of snuggling up with the first love and friend are mixed with each other.

At that moment, there was no doubt that he was happy and flustered, but his expression was calm, because each other's hearts were closer at that moment, and the tacit understanding of the hearts was like an invisible net, covering the two people. Mutual understanding can dilute the initial fanaticism, so that true feelings reveal their most authentic qualities, like black and white photographs, although the colors are not bright, but they present the most real scenes.

……”

This is a diary written by a Ph.D. student in philosophy to his first love.

Although the breakup, which the doctoral student thought was a temporary separation, An Cairui was vaguely aware that the temporary parting was actually eternal - although the parting was still glorious, these words will prove that she was once loved.

Humble as she was, she had been loved purely.