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The campus is located in Xinning City, a rare basin in the middle of the mountains, backed by the Xixiao Mountains. From a distance, the mountains in the distance are continuous, and the snow line on the mountain is vast and cold. Several large and small rivers flow through the basin.

The ancients said: The benevolent love the mountain, and the wise enjoy the water. The mountains and rivers here are fierce, the climate is warm and pleasant, and it is the place where the heaven and earth are beautiful. In the turbulent era, the West University rose. The two successive principals have done something to make the school sound and hot.

They integrated their lifelong search for truth and the pursuit of freedom into the humanistic spirit of the university, making Western University a temple in the hearts of students at that time.

Western University did produce a lot of influential figures in that era, so no matter who was in power, it would give Western University a little thin face. But now it's different, the real estate industry is crazy, the land is worth a lot, the situation has changed, the thin noodles are not given, and the fortress seems to be breaching from the inside, this is the prime location of Xinning.

Although the current Western University is no longer glorious, its influence has expanded internationally. Some of the walls are full of flowers, and the smell of incense outside the walls is ha. After all, it has sent a lot of top workers to those attractive countries, and it is a place to contribute to others. However, if you can't retain talent, you can't blame yourself.

The social climate is becoming more and more disgusting, vomiting, difficult to swallow, unable to sleep, and unwilling to wake up, just like buying PetroChina stocks, vomiting.

While ivory towers are unavoidable, universities are different from society. This is the world of young people, and there is never a shortage of youthful enthusiasm. Brilliant as the morning glow, pure as morning dew, singing for ideals, freedom, and love, sometimes noisy people can't sleep well in the middle of the night.

After years of renovation, the campus of Western University can be regarded as stylish and stylish. There are mountains, lakes, pavilions and corridors. The name of the lake is shallow, the name of the mountain is thin, the name of the pavilion is rain, and the name of the corridor is sunny. The shallow lake is really shallow, the deepest part is just over a meter deep, and no one has ever drowned. The thin mountain is really thin, and it is fake, this rockery is exquisitely clear, and it has the three flavors of transparent, leaky and thin rockery. How does it feel like the dress of today's female stars, perhaps the same in ancient and modern times, nature and humanity are in the same furnace. But after all, it's fake, and it's always missing a taste.

The southwest corner of the shallow lake is full of tender pink lotus flowers, some revealing small yellow lotus flowers, and some are bulging flower bones that are about to crack.

Walking in the dark green, light green, purple and red, moving to change the scenery, you can see a cornice, which is a sunny corridor and a rain pavilion. The dark gray brick paving, the dark gray green wall, and the eaves tile are all dark gray natural color, revealing simple and elegant, and the color of moss and grass is compatible. This dark gray is the most down-to-earth.

There is a centuries-old Bodhi tree on campus, which is a relative of the tree that the Buddha's eldest brother sat under for seven days to cultivate and achieve positive fruits.

Don't laugh, it's really an authentic relative of the family. To say, among the Bodhi trees, the most honorable is of course the holy Bodhi tree when Shakyamuni had an epiphany. It grows right behind the Maha Bodhi Pagoda Temple in Bodh Gaya. However, the tree was destroyed during the Arab invasion of India, and the Buddha did not have time to bless it. But don't worry, the eldest brother of the Buddha has already calculated, in advance to the third century BC, the sister of Ashoka of India has already carried a branch of this holy Bodhi tree, to Sri Lanka and planted in Anuradhapura, and also gave the tree a name, called SriMahaBodhi Tree, which is said to grow quite well. This Bodhi tree in Sri Lanka has become the "only bloodline" that maintains the origin of the Buddha, because the original old tree has been destroyed in the war.

To this day, the Bodhi trees planted in the holy sites of Buddhism in India, including the one in Bodhgaya, the site where the Buddha meditated, are all grafted from this Bodhi tree in Sri Lanka. And this tree here in Western University was also grafted from that SriMahaBodhi Tree hundreds of years ago. Well, it's big enough.

With this story, everyone who has been to this school will stop under the tree for a while, take a photo, hang a peace sign on the tree, write a happy family and a cat and dog to visit here, or hang a small object or something like that for the person they miss in their hearts.

There are many beautiful men and women wandering under the big tree, admiring the countless strips of cloth hanging with branches fluttering in the wind. From time to time, the message touched the hearts of a boy or girl, triggering bursts of laughter and grobbing glances from other young people.

Among those beautiful girls, there are three that are particularly eye-catching. Other girls are still a little reserved, and although their clothes are also gorgeous, they still cover most of the places on their bodies, and occasionally show a little shyly.

But these three, either short vests, small hot pants, and miniskirts, are not only exposed at the top, middle and bottom, but also have a hole in the navel and a glamorous little pendant. However, they are in good shape, with a bee waist ****, and it also shows the toned skin that can only be possessed by perennial exercise.

"Sister Qianrou, look at those three, why are they so eye-catching?" a voice in a group of girls asked.

The one named Qianrou deliberately raised her voice: "I haven't seen it, and I don't know where it came from." Then he lowered his voice and said to the other girl, "Do you see, your male god is staring at people, and his eyes are about to fall out." Hee-hee-hee. ”

Another pair of little lovers also had a conflict, the handsome guy hugged his girlfriend's more than three feet of plump waist, but his eyes were staring at the pendant that was naughtily thrown around on the belly of others.

"Do you want to be that pendant?" asked his girlfriend, cold and cold.

"Uh-huh? Before I could recover from my fantasies, my ears were pinched purple and red, and I didn't dare to raise my voice.

"This month's pocket money is gone. The girl's voice.

Isn't it just a matter of looking at it twice, why are you so ruthless? Although he often peeked at other girls, it was the first time he was so forgetful. Look at the fat tigress in his arms, he feels that he has really fallen in love for a lifetime, and that is his true love. I thought, 'Damn, we'll break up at night, and I'll not be angry with you tigress anymore.'" Wait, why don't you inquire about true love first, don't be empty. Hey, forget it, let's talk about it after graduation, whether you can stay in school depends on this tigress. Then his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.

And those single boys, there are not so many taboos, walking in front of them with their heads held high, and occasionally posing two muscle shapes.

A cheeky man approached to accost, but got a very polite answer: "Get out!" and no one dared to be scolded anymore.

An inconspicuous figure approached, pacing under the massive canopy. He was wearing a pair of half-worn jeans, a half-worn blue plaid shirt, a pair of new tourist shoes on his feet, clean and tidy, and a small schoolbag lazily on his right shoulder, the kind of outdoor hiking.

He is Yuan Qidong. He was pitiful, he was abducted and trafficked since he was a child, and then abandoned again and turned into a street child. A good Samaritan took him to the police station, but the place was too busy, and no one had time to help him find his biological parents, so he was sent to an orphanage. He was not used to living in the orphanage and ran out again.

Thanks to his kind adoptive father, Yuan Qidong did not continue to wander. In fact, Yuan Qidong just wants to find a warm place to have a home, and someone who cares about him like a human being.

Yuan Qidong's adoptive father also gave him the nickname Watermelon, which is a good memory.

It's really easy to remember, people always think of him in the summer, and miss him very much in the winter. Seeing the shiny watermelon knife, I was a little worried about him. Ordinary people with flat heads will inevitably be cut off by the guys holding all kinds of knife handles, left and right, and they will be cut down directly. It's hard to say whether the nickname given by the adoptive father also has these helplessness.

The adoptive father was on his own. Divorced, no remarriage. The two of them are very happy together, their adoptive father is a very introverted character, and Yuan Qidong is naughty.

Adopting Yuan Qidong may be the most responsible thing that his adoptive father has done in his life. But he also squandered all the extroverted things in his adoptive father's personality at once, and there were no more. So in the next ten years, he basically raised Yuan Qidong free-range, never doted on him, and never scolded him. However, this is a great thing for Yuan Qidong, which made Yuan Qidong self-reliant early, and he enjoyed his life with his adoptive father.

It's a pity that Yuan Qidong didn't have time to repay his adoptive father's nurturing kindness. The pain of goodbye came very suddenly, and his adoptive father died of cancer in his senior year. Good people don't live long, there are too many things to be angry about, to worry about, and to sympathize with in this world, can they live a long time? However, Yuan Qidong still survived tenaciously, and became a child who no one cared for again.

In the crowd under the big Bodhi tree, Yuan Qidong's appearance is not outstanding, it can be said that it is very ordinary, very grassroots. It feels like a civilized adjective, at most it's a little bookish.

But it's a piece of, and there are all those who graduated from elementary school. It's just that when he blinks and smiles, there is occasionally a hint of confidence and cunning light, which is a little different.

As a grassroots man at the age of twenty-eight, he may not achieve anything after another twenty years of struggle. Now the trend of this society is no longer advocating knowledge and vitality and self-confidence, money is the only criterion for measuring everything, of course, it is not absolute in private, but it is the appearance of society.

Yuan Qidong's low-key dress can basically only be ignored here, just like air, sunlight and water, it is colorless, odorless and transparent.

However, Yuan Qidong didn't think there was anything wrong with this, his sense of existence was not in his clothes. When he came to Western University, he was dressed like this, and when he left Western University, he was also dressed like this, and he is still dressed like this.

Suddenly, a bell rang, and it turned out to be a cheesy little apple. On this elegant college campus, this taste is too low, what fool would use such a childish ringtone.