At the end of a full day of serial classes, Liang Xue and I were in the dormitory calculating how to blackmail Jiang Xiaoqiao for dinner.

At this time, Beijing girl Lin Yishui suddenly kicked open the bedroom door, and the six takeaway orders glued to the door fluttered in the wind.

"Jiang Yun! Where's that long-haired slut who sits idle all day! Lin Yishui's roar scared Liang Xue and me into a cold sweat.

Her expression was twisted like eating stinky socks, and she had the air of the people in the world who were bearing me, as if she was going to fight Jiang Yun to the death.

"What's wrong with you! Eat cockroaches or toads! If you have something to say, it's good to say! In this turbulent situation, Liang Xue's positive energy began to attack again.

"Do you know how excessive Jiang Yun's dead girl is? She's so idle! In next month's campus hip-hop dance qualifier, she signed up for me without my consent, how old is she! ”

When I heard the word "hip-hop", Liang Xue and I looked at each other.

Lin Yishui's anger erupted from his mouth like a fire-breathing dragon.

I know that Lin Yishui is not blaming Jiang Yun for her actions, but in such an abusive way to avoid an unforgettable relationship, Lin Yishui is not a woman with a story.

"Ichisui, you think that as long as you don't dance, it won't remind you of the past, do you? If so, then you don't even eat and quit all the habits related to him, so that you can feel happy, right? Liang Xue's words were prickly, like a seal with strong adhesive, which sealed Lin Yishui's mouth.

Lin Yishui was silent.

Two years ago, Lin Yishui, who has regarded dance as the ultimate goal of her life since she was a child, met her boyfriend Liang Sheng in a popping competition.

Subsequently, their aiqing was like a glass of coke full of bubbles, sweet and warm to start.

In two years, they haven't quarreled once, and their harmony is as spicy and delicious as a pot of boiled meat.

Almost all of their aiqing time was spent dancing and competing. Those memories are Lin Yishui's most precious collection.

It was only two months after the end of the college entrance examination that Liang Sheng was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer.

A month later, Liang Sheng passed away.

Since then, Lin Yishui has never danced, let alone participated in competitions.

She sealed all the memories related to Liang Sheng in the memory box, because she didn't know how to remember such a relationship.

All she could do was escape.

"Do you want to participate? Although Jiang Yun has registered for you, if you regret it now, it's still too late. Liang Xue said with an indifferent look.

"Then let's report it first!"

Sure enough, Lin Yishui's irascible temper disappeared along with her morale.

What she compromised was nothing more than her thoughts about Liang Sheng and Aiqing's reminiscences.

Sadly, Jiang Yun, who was not long-hearted, still walked into the bedroom at this inopportune moment, and she looked at the three of us with abstract expressions. I knew that the next thing was going to happen.

Liang Xue and I held hands, sang the cheerful "March of the Volunteers", and strode out of the dormitory, ready to go to Jiang Xiaoqiao to eat boiled pork slices.

Then Lin Yishui and Jiang Yun were left in the dormitory, staging a world-renowned devastation.

In fact, the fact that Liang died of pancreatic cancer is not an exaggeration at all, let alone a dream.

Later, I checked on the Internet, and pancreatic cancer is mostly exclusive to the elderly, and the prevalence of young people is not high. Moreover, most of the people who suffer from this disease are addicted to alcohol, smoke, and have three highs.

In fact, life is like this, formed by the collision of powerful unknown rhythms.

And many accidents don't happen out of thin air, all we can do is to love with all our might.