Rong Zifan is incompatible with any group, and she has never felt that she is so unsociable. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info she admires the enthusiasm on one side and the peace and quietness on the other, but she is skeptical and confused about their radical or irrelevant. Sometimes, their behavior can even scare her.

And what puzzled her the most was that it seemed that all of them had their own clear goals for a while, they went to college, and immediately became adults, showing a responsible attitude towards their own lives, although they were busy but very fulfilling. They all know what they want and what they want to do. It's not like her, every day when she opens her eyes and sees the ceiling, she thinks about how to pass the time when she doesn't go to class.

She became the most boring person. The homework is not as stressful as it was before applying for admission, but it can be done easily. She had no topics to talk about, no common interests and hobbies, and she felt like she was walking slowly and chaotically through the crowd, surrounded by people who were in a hurry, and no one was willing to look back.

Rong Zifan began to try to find a solution, and she chose to go to the chapel to pray, hoping to achieve peace of mind.

She loved the quiet, dark chapel of St. John's University. The chapel is located on the corner of the campus, with a carpet-like grass in front of it. The pointed triangular roof, covered with the green leaves of the creeper, is no longer recognizable in the color of the original walls. At the top of the building, a holy white cross is erected.

The chapel is often filled with flowers, and the fragrance is quietly revealed in the dim light of the multicolored glass from the high ceiling. Rong Zifan would often sit on a long wooden chair, looking at the never-extinguishing warm yellow lights on the altar and podium and thinking about his thoughts.

In such a process, Rong Zifan changed. She seemed to have grown taller all at once, a few centimeters taller. She cut her long hair into a short ear-length haircut that was popular among female students, and her big eyes flashed with seriousness and thoughtfulness because of her frequent observations, and her nose was not always childishly wrinkled, and even her round face became thinner and longer, with a pointed chin. All in all, everyone's impression of Rong Zifan, who went to college, is: she seems to have changed!

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It's hot. Jiang Dewen only wore a vest and a suit jacket on his shoulders. He walked into the house whistling in his mouth, and saw the maid holding a plate of cherries soaked in ice water, directly stopped his upper hand and grabbed a handful, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one. The cherries were cold and sour, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Mrs. Jiang, who was sitting in the living room, couldn't help but smile and scolded when she saw this scene: "Look at you, it's really not the same." ”

Jiang Dewen was not afraid of his mother, and he didn't care much about her words. He sat down beside his mother, tossed aside the uneaten cherries in his hand, rested his head on the back of the sofa, and did not speak.

Mrs. Jiang saw that her son seemed to be very tired, and hurriedly asked the maid to serve tea with a hand towel. When the servant brought a towel, he soaked it in warm water and wiped his son's face.

Jiang Dewen didn't like his mother like this, opened his eyes, pulled the hand towel, and wiped it a few times casually.

Mrs. Jiang didn't care either, and asked, "On this hot day, where have you been, tired like this?" ”

Jiang Dewen said lazily: "Where else can I go." On the orders of my father, I went to chase the chick of the Rong family. ”

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, she immediately became happy: "That's it." When will you bring her home and let me take a closer look. He also thought to himself and chattered: "I have only seen this child a few times, and I haven't said a few words, but he seems to be a good and good child, and he looks good." If you're settled, I'll have to get married. Although they are all about Western-style weddings now, they can't be abolished with old gifts like eight characters and Nacai......"

"Hey, what's the matter? I haven't even skimmed these eight words. Jiang Dewen immediately stopped his mother from saying: "Tell you, I went to chase after me, but after two meals, there was no follow-up!" I don't know what offended her, she now says that she won't go out with me anymore, and she has a small face when they meet. I tried my best, flowers and jewelry, courteous laughter, and the saliva was dry, but this chick just didn't agree. I look at this, hanging! After speaking, Jiang Dewen took a sip of the tea in front of him, the hot tea was hot, he spit it all in the cup again, and shouted to the maid to change the cold soda.

Mrs. Jiang has always thought that her children are the best, but she was unhappy when she heard this: "Then Miss Rong is there a problem." What's wrong with my son, a talent and a sweet mouth, what's not worthy of her. She still plays with us? Son, let's not want this daughter-in-law, there are good girls in Shanghai, is her surname Rong more noble than others? And I remembered that the child was short, and her brothers were quite tall, but she didn't grow up. It's not decent for you to take this head out, is it? ”

"Mom, that's what you said. If you agree, I won't bother. On a hot day, you say I'm so sunburned. Jiang Dewen thought for a while, and then smiled: "Then you go and talk to your father?" It was he who insisted on asking me to marry Miss Rong. ”

Hearing her son's words, Mrs. Jiang flinched a little: "Since it was your father's decision...... Why don't you try again? Your father's words are always right, so Miss Rong must have something we don't know about. No matter how hard you try, my son is so good, I think she will agree sooner or later. ”

Jiang Dewen was deflated again when he heard this: "Look at you, I don't feel sorry for my son at this time, let me go and eat other people's closed doors." You don't know, I stood at the door of the dormitory for a long time, but I was not allowed to enter the door. Is it easy for me on this hot day? ”

Mrs. Jiang shrugged her nose and asked hesitantly, "That's not right." You said Miss Rong didn't let you in. So why do you still smell of perfume? ”

Jiang Dewen was taken aback, and also sniffed on himself, and said with a smile: "I'm not in a depressed mood, so I went somewhere else to relax." ”

Mrs. Jiang pointed at Jiang Dewen's forehead with a finger and scolded, "You are so careless." See let your father know and then clean you up. ”

"If you don't tell him, he won't know." Jiang Dewen salivated and said, "Don't worry, take a bath for a while, and there will be no smell at all." ”

Mrs. Jiang had no choice but to glare at him with a smile and shake her head.

Jiang Dewen's eyes rolled a few times, and then said, "Mom, or you don't force me to marry that Miss Rong." I see that she reads every day, and she has to look at it like a piece of wood. Such a person is boring. If the father has to become a family with the Rong family, it is better to talk to the seventh sister. I think Rong Zixiao also has a heart for the seventh sister. ”