43, back to 408

More than a dozen cars drove into the campus of Yenching University, pulling more than 600 freshmen who had just finished military training. The car was parked in the parking lot, and we all got out of the car one after another.

Because the luggage cart did not arrive, there were people standing in the parking lot in the dark.

After a while, the luggage cart also arrived.

The crowd swarmed up, and one or two boys from each car climbed into the car and began to unload their luggage.

More than a dozen luggage carts, which are distributed by class.

I found the luggage cart of our class, and Yang Huijun was unloading this in the car.

The luggage of more than 30 people was filled with a large car, in order to avoid chaos, Yang Huijun was alone in the car, and every time he put down a piece of luggage, a bunch of people would use it, and the situation was still a little chaotic.

Jiang Feifei and I stood far behind the luggage cart, looking at more than a dozen cars, this kind of lively scene of people looking for luggage and luggage looking for people.

After about twenty minutes, the people were almost gone, and Jiang Feifei and I walked to the luggage cart and instructed Yang Huijun to gently put down the luggage of the two of us.

Yang Huijun was very attentive, staring at Jiang Feifei with that kind of hot and unusual eyes, as if I didn't exist.

Jiang Feifei didn't respond, and after taking her luggage, she said thank you softly!

I don't have much luggage, and Jiang Feifei's luggage has also been greatly reduced, because the food she took was basically consumed by us in 20 days, so her luggage is also very simple. In particular, she didn't get back the military quilt she bought temporarily when she went, and left it at the base. So her luggage is really much less than when she came.

The two of us, pulling our luggage, leisurely walked through the woods, to our dormitory building, Jiang Feifei sorted out her luggage again, and threw all the things she thought were dirty, or useless things, into the garbage bin, and her luggage was greatly reduced.

I'm different from her, my luggage is indispensable, because I bring all my daily necessities, and I can say that there is nothing that can be thrown away.

Then the two of us slowly went upstairs, on the stairs, she helped me carry my luggage, the two of us easily went to the 4th floor, put the luggage on the floor of the corridor, and walked back to 408 by hand.

Oh, long time gone, my 408.

It's been a long time, my campus.

From the moment I started entering the campus, I greedily breathed in the air, fresh and romantic. Although I have only been in college for more than 20 days, and I have lived on campus for four or five days before military training, this strong academic atmosphere with the smell of books is enough for me to remember for a lifetime.

At that time, I was standing in the parking lot, looking at these students scrambling, and my body was full of vitality. At that time, I was thinking, I am one of them, and I am the youngest one, they are all elites in the original province, the original region, the original school, and they are all some of the top people. Among them, how many provinces and cities have won the college entrance examination in liberal arts, and how many literary young people have embarked on the road of literature and have achieved good results. With them, who can be so calm, who can be without pressure.

It is conceivable that in this group of young men and women, how many sparks of wisdom, how many flying flotsams of inspiration, how many exquisite poems are bred, how many literary masterpieces are contained, how many future literary giants are hidden, how many stars in the literary world will rise, and how many poets, writers, professors and scholars will become future poets, writers, professors and scholars.

Compared with them, not only did I have no age advantage, but I also lost my status as a top student in my original school. If I want to become an excellent member of them, I will work harder than them in these 4 years of university life, and use my hard work to win new laurels.

Back at 408, the first feeling is that this is a safe haven and a warm boudoir.

Looking at the bed, my mother personally arranged the pink faint mood, which made me feel kind and warm. I took a deep breath, as if I could still breathe the smell of my mother.

The warm sunshine after the rain, fresh and romantic, through the bright glass on the window, mottled on the ground, with the tall and straight poplar trees swaying outside the window, the shadow of the tree is also beating, the mottled sunlight on the ground, endless changes. Every change makes me happy, makes me excited, makes me full of imagination for this wonderful sunshine, charming tree shadows, magical changes, and drives my mood, dancing in dreams, beating in hope, changing in conjecture, what a familiar and unfamiliar 408, giving my thoughts wings, flying freely.

The noise disrupted my thoughts.