Knock, knock, there were three knocks at the door of the dormitory, and Zhou Wanwan immediately ran down from the bed to open the door.

Liu Fang was very strange, "Why is this lazy guy so diligent?" ”

"It must be Song Qiuya." Mo Qiqi is a little bit of snack vinegar.

"Knock on the door and you can hear it?"

Before Liu Fang finished speaking, Zhou Wanwan had already opened the door, and it was really the slim Song Qiuya standing outside the door.

In the entire girls' dormitory building, only Song Qiuya would knock politely on the door like this, she was polite, and Zhou Wanwan was even more polite, so every time she came, Zhou Wanwan ran over to open the door, instead of saying "please come in" at random.

In the north at the end of May, the girls have changed into summer clothes one after another, Song Qiuya wore a particularly simple white shirt today, if it wasn't for the right size, I thought she was wearing her father's or brother's clothes, and there was a blue skirt underneath, such a simple dress, but it looked extremely proper and refreshing on her, and there was a gentle and elegant taste.

"Did you two discuss it? Will you wear the same clothes in the future? Liu Fang joked with Zhou Wanwan and Song Qiuya.

Zhou Wanwan also wore a white shirt and a blue skirt tonight, but she wore a pair of white pull-back shoes on her feet, and Song Qiuya wore a pair of white sandals.

The two looked at each other and smiled, this kind of coincidence is not once or twice. From the last calligraphy and painting exhibition of the Chinese Department, one of them painted the ancient road of barren smoke and grass, and the other wrote about the helplessness of the desolate world, although one used words and one brush, there were always some unexpected coincidences.

That's when it began. The two slowly became friends. It's not the kind of friend who sticks together to eat and go to class every day, it's a friend who sees each other once a week or two, and can talk immediately when they meet.

Song Qiuya can understand many paintings that Zhou Wanwan doesn't show to others. Zhou Wanwan can understand the poem written by Song Qiuya secretly.

Sometimes the other party can get to the point with just one word than a hundred words that others can say, this feeling is too amazing and too beautiful, so two people who seem to be in a bland relationship have an intimacy that others can't understand.

Song Qiuya gave Zhou Wanwan a few pieces of paper, and began to flip through her sketchbook, sometimes writing two strokes on it, and Zhou Wanwan read the poems she gave. I just watched a song and laughed, "You're too lazy!" ”

"It's called innovation." Song Qiuya came over and put her chin on Zhou Wanwan's shoulder to look with her, and saw a place where the two looked at each other and smiled. Two people who basically don't speak. It looks very harmonious and harmonious.

"The two flowers we tied together are really pleasing to the eye!" Liu Fang lay on the opposite side of the table and looked at the two beauties in front of her.

Song Qiuya is nineteen years old, which is the age of flowers blooming, with elegant temperament and beautiful facial features. Gentle and beautiful. Since that orientation party, it has become the school flower recognized by the whole school.

Zhou Wanwan is only fifteen years old, her body and facial features have not been fully opened, her face is immature, but she is beautiful and delicate like a crystal doll, she doesn't need to wait for her to grow up, but now she is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off.

Zhou Wanwan and Song Qiuya didn't take Liu Fang's ridicule seriously, Song Qiuya saw a lot and handled it calmly. Zhou Wanwan has seen a lot in her previous life, and compared with Song Qiuya's gentleness and elegance. She thinks that she has always been a little alienated and indifferent to the world, and she has never felt that there is anything beautiful about herself in this life.

sent Song Qiuya away, Zhou Wanwan wanted to go to the studio and write the poems that Song Qiuya gave her immediately, Xiang Xiuqing went out to run errands and didn't come back, Mo Qiqi and Liu Fang were lazy and didn't want to go, so Zhou Wanwan had to go by herself.

"You go there in an hour and come back, don't be too late." Mo Qiqi looked at the street lights that had been lit up outside and told Zhou Wanwan.

Walking in this campus she is very familiar with every night, it is the season of lilac blossoms, the campus is full of a slightly bitter sweet fragrance, the leaves of the ivy vines on several old buildings have grown into a dark green piece, and the warm evening breeze blows, rustling like waves.

At six or seven o'clock in the evening, the campus was full of students in twos and threes, holding books to self-study and going out for a walk, all of them unconsciously slowed down in this warm fragrance of flowers, and their hearts also became leisurely.

On the way to the studio, I happened to pass by a lilac forest, and the more I walked, the stronger the fragrance of flowers, Zhou Wanwan slowed down, took a deep breath, and the whole person was refreshed.

Halfway through, she suddenly saw a person squatting on the side of the road from behind a lilac tree, the whole person shrunk into a ball, very uncomfortable.

This side is far away from the street lamp, and there are lilac trees in the way, and only a black shadow can be seen in Zhou Wanwan.

"What's wrong with you? Uncomfortable? Zhou Wanwan looked at the remote road where no one passed, but still didn't step forward, stood on the side of the road and asked.

The man moved slightly, but did not speak.

Zhou Wanwan waited for a while, but still no one passed by, but the man shook as if he was about to fall down at any moment, "I'll go find someone to help you." ”

Zhou Wanwan said a word to the man and left, in such a remote and dark place, she didn't want to let herself be in danger, but if that person really needed help, she couldn't just ignore it, it was better to find a few more people.

"No, no one is going to help me." The man made a low voice, and the last few words were almost barely spoken in a breathless voice.

Such a weak sentence, I don't know why, Zhou Wanwan heard a very heavy loneliness and helplessness.

And it was a woman.

"You don't have to worry, I'll go find someone, come soon, you hold on a little longer." Zhou Wanwan comforted her a few words, and hurriedly ran to the studio.

"No need, no one will help Ye Hongru, no need." The man seemed to be talking to himself, and when he had finished speaking, he fell to the ground.

Zhou Wanwan was fixed there by Ye Hongru's three words. Indeed, in the entire school, and even in the entire Ling'an City, no one will help Ye Hongru, she is more annoying than a dirty mouse, and everyone will not do anything else when they see that she has something to do.

She is the woman of the commander-in-chief of the Ling'an rebels, and she is the "nail" planted by the leader of the great rebels in the Ling'an Division, people can't drive her away, and they don't dare to drive her out, but they can ignore her, bully her, slander and abuse her.

Zhou Wanwan glanced around again, at this time, no one would walk on this road except for the classmates and teachers who went to the studio, and there was no sound around except for the sound of crickets in the grass.

On this warm midsummer night, it seems to have become a forgotten place in the world.

Zhou Wanwan walked over and dripped two drops of spiritual spring water in Ye Hongru's mouth, originally planning to turn around and leave, no matter what illness she had, she should be able to wake up quickly after drinking these spiritual spring water, and she would have enough strength to go out of the campus to find her family or Liu Weidong, who everyone talked about, for help.

But what if someone else passed by before she was sober? If people find out that this person is Ye Hongru, she will definitely not get help.

Zhou Wanwan didn't leave in the end, she tried to move Ye Hongru behind the lilac tree next to her, and tried her to cover her as much as possible, so that people who came and went couldn't see her.

After doing this, Zhou Wanwan was already tired and sweaty, and she was a little uneasy when she wanted to leave, so she couldn't help but take an enamel jar filled with hot water and put it next to her, and put a few pieces of sugar.

She had simply given Ye Hongru a physical examination just now, low blood pressure and severe hypoglycemia caused by malnutrition and weakness, at her level, there was a possibility of fainting at any time, I really don't know how she usually came over.

Zhou Wanwan absentmindedly stayed in the studio for less than an hour before coming back the same way, there was no Ye Hongru behind the cloves, and the enamel jar she gave her to drink water was placed there, the water had been drunk, and the sugar had been taken away.

Zhou Wanwan picked up the enamel tea pot, stood there for a while, and returned to the dormitory with a sigh.

She didn't know whether Ye Hongru was good or bad, and she didn't want to judge arbitrarily. All she knew was that the first time she saw her, she felt as if she was living in a cold and snowy environment, as if she was lonely no matter how noisy and noisy the surroundings were.

She said, "No one will help Ye Hongru", indeed, no one wants to help, and no one dares to help.

It is said that she was also the school flower of Ling'an Normal College, a talented girl, and was once praised by the teacher and envied by her classmates.

There are many, many rumors about Ye Hongru in the school, saying that she is greedy for vanity and willing to degenerate, that she abandoned her fiancé and was kicked out of the house by her parents, that she is a public toilet in the rebel headquarters, and anyone can sleep ......

Zhou Wanwan's mind was the eternal neat and simple clothes and cold eyes of this woman who was spurned by everyone, and she looked at her like that, and she didn't regret helping such a person. (To be continued......)