After I was reborn, my memories were sealed, and I couldn't remember anything before I was reborn......

"Arno, get up quickly, I don't remember what day it is. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ay! My mother always overturned my sweet dreams at the most critical moments, and in my dreams I met my true destiny and was about to go into the church with him hand in hand, when this sudden and broken chatter voice made the beautiful picture of happiness disappear in an instant.

"Mom, what day is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes sleepily.

"My good daughter, you are eighteen years old, and you don't remember anything about yourself? I really don't understand that you young people are colorful every day, so do you have something in your head? ”

Sometimes I really can't stand my mother's nagging, I don't know if I'm getting older, and I keep talking every day from the time I open my eyes, aren't I tired?

"I'm going to report to school today, you're a college student, why are you still worrying about me?" My mother was making my bed and pleasing me with impatient eyes.

Mom's words woke me up, and I almost forgot about such an important thing. It's not so simple to get into university for academic qualifications, in my eyes, it's an adventure island that needs to be infused with youth to make waves of water, and we need to draw a blueprint to get there.

University life is not a constrained library, but an unrestrained prairie. Since it sounds so exciting and fascinates me, I will definitely enjoy my brilliant university life.

So, my fresh start starts with a chic look. When I opened the wardrobe, I immediately presented an image in my head, and dressed up according to the picture: I quickly pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a white T-shirt with graffiti-rendered roses printed on it. And the most important thing is the makeup, which is actually very simple, and the main parts are the eyelashes and lips. Thick eyelashes will make my pupils shine, and soft lips will make me look more youthful.

I like to dress like this, it's simple and plain, but it looks downright and generous.

And just like that, my mother and I set off. We were in a very comfortable mood with the soft sunlight and clear air.

In the car, what I enjoy most is that my ears are controlled by the music that plucks my heartstrings, and my eyes are nostalgic for the fleeting scenery. From the time I got in the car to the time I got out of the car, I was able to maintain this position all the time, even if a certain nerve was tired, I think I didn't bother to care about it in that intoxicated state.

People who know me say that I have a lively and active boy personality, but I know myself best, and who inadvertently notices the sensitivity and feelings in my heart?

I am the most typical Gemini personality: I often change my thinking between movement and stillness, and even if I am above the edge, I can instantly turn back.

The door opened, and as I slowly took my first step, I felt like I was surrounded by all the artistic shots: skinny jeans, crisp white T-shirts, and the music world that was playing out inside, and everything was so beautiful.

After sending my mother away, I suddenly felt that there was only music left in my world.

I didn't enter the school with a curious and fresh mood, but leisurely enjoyed the MP3 and walked to the registration office to go through the admission procedures.

After that, I walked around the campus, and when I walked through every corner, my soul was more relaxed by the music. In the poetic corridor, when you scratch each of the smooth pillars with your hands, you can feel that there must be many hands that have left good memories here; There are also those old willow trees dancing in the wind, with a little more charm on their slender waists, and when the breeze blows, you can clearly hear the enthusiasm of the fluttering leaves.

Capturing on these bland bliss is also what I enjoy the most. Although I was mesmerized on campus, desperately breathing in everything around me, I always had a feeling of being spied on, a feeling of déjà vu.

When I suddenly looked back, I found that my surroundings were so calm. Maybe it's because I listen to too much music and really anesthetize a certain nerve, so I feel like I'm being peeped at.

I only cared about enjoying the scenery, and I turned a blind eye to the classmates who passed by, and people who were not familiar with me must have been respected by my appearance.

When I wanted to go back, I found the library right in front of me. I almost forgot about this important place, the place I spent the most time in the past was the library, because the silence was not disturbed by others, and I could record every feeling I felt with all my heart.

My hobby is writing, which is why I like to stay in the library. I like to use words to describe and record my every imaginative feeling, hovering between words, because after wandering for a long time, the feeling will become stronger and stronger, and the aftertaste will be endless.

When I came to the library, I glanced at it, and there were only a handful of people scattered in different corners with their heads down, looking intently at the books in their hands. I passed the rows of bookshelves, and my fingers traced over the slightly yellowed, contemporary footsteps of the books. Although I like to write, it doesn't mean that I like to read, I wonder if I'm more special. I never get tired of reading what I write, not because of conceit, but because I can regain the feeling of the time while looking back.

When I looked up inadvertently, I seemed to see a pair of familiar eyes. In the blink of an eye, the eyes that I saw through the bookshelf disappeared mysteriously. I took off my headphones to make sure I wasn't wandering in the world of music, but standing there alive, but the bookshelf across from me was empty.

Ever since I left the library, my mind hasn't calmed down because the feeling of being spied on has become more and more intense. Maybe the nerves are really confused, and every time I look at it, I don't get anything, but why do I always think of those familiar and unfamiliar eyes?

"The opening ceremony is about to begin, please gather in the lecture hall to ......"

The air on campus was filled with this kind of friendly sound, and I ran with the crowd to the lecture hall. After getting to know the new homeroom teacher and classmates, I sat quietly in the middle, with headphones still plugged in my right ear, although there were some noisy sounds, but it did not affect the effect of the music coming to my ears.

"The opening ceremony is a fart, as long as everyone else knows us, it's a big deal. You tell me? There are few dragons. ”

This sentence came from my left, and although it was not very loud, I was certainly not the only one who heard this arrogant sentence. I tilted to the left, only to see the back of the head that was also tilted to the left, his hair was fluffy and black, and there was no movement after that, probably stopped by the classmate named Long Shao.

I also sighed deeply, hoping that my white paper, which had not yet begun to draw youthful colors, would not be rendered dirty by others.