It was a blue welcome bus.

Newer, longer, and bigger than any bus I've ever seen in that town in high school.

The seniors who came to greet them jumped down from the front and back doors of the bus, and the boys and girls were wearing the same black sweatpants and only a simple white T-shirt on their upper bodies.

I don't know why, at that time, the beating youth of the senior sisters, the graceful posture wrapped in the white clothes, suddenly seemed to spray out a colorful glow, with fine steel needles in the glow, flying into my eyes, stabbing my eyes painful.

I blinked, blinked, endured, but couldn't help but burst into tears.

Tears crept down my cheeks from the corners of my eyes and finally into my mouth, salty, and finally pierced my throat, making my throat choke with pain.

I wanted to pull out the coins in my coat pocket and hold them, and I wanted to wipe away the tears with my hands, but I couldn't release a finger from the package in my hand.

Just as I was overwhelmed and wanted to tilt my head and raise my shoulders to wipe away my tears, a tall, thin and tall boy walked up to my mother and me.

The white boy is as clean as a spring breeze.

He looked at my red eyes and tear stains, and seemed to be stunned for a moment, and when my head was straightened, he smiled and introduced with a smile when he heard the sound that made my soul tremble:

"Senior sister, are you okay? Welcome to West China Institute of Technology, my name is Fu Huazheng, I am your junior, are you tired? I'll help you get the car first. ”

What a kind voice, I thought silently in my heart.

Then he stretched out his white right hand and took the package from my hand with great ease.

At the moment when one of his white hands was about to touch mine, I quickly pulled away, so much so that my luggage almost fell off.

In order to stabilize the luggage, in a panic, his big white hand touched and pinched mine.

It was the first time I had such an intimate touch with a guy.

I quickly withdrew the back of my hand.

Most of the luggage was taken away by him, and he lowered his head and carefully placed my things in the luggage compartment at the bottom of the bus.

One by one.

I was thinking about how to phrase it appropriately.

He was the first of so many seniors to say hello to me.

At that moment, I was so happy in my heart that I wanted to introduce myself to him with a smile.

But at that time, I didn't know what was wrong with me, and I suddenly remembered the ridiculous consensus of the women in the two villages where my grandmother and mother were: if a girl reacts too enthusiastically to a man she meets for the first time, it means that she has a bad heart and will grow into a bad woman in the future.

I've even heard them say harsh and ugly before: such girls like to attract bees and butterflies, and they are not ashamed. From a young age, looking at the three years old and looking old, this kind of girl will become a in the future. Woman.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my mother was right behind me, staring at the handsome white boy with sweat, squinting at me, as if she was curious what I was going to say.

After he finished pretending, I used broken Mandarin to avoid his eyes, lowered my head, and introduced in a low voice: "Hello senior, this is my mother, my name is Liu Zijun, thank you just now." ”

He smiled brightly:

"Senior Sister Zijun, you're welcome, it's due, everyone will be alumni in the future, and I will lead the team today."

We got on the bus together, and because I was dragged down by too much luggage, Fu Huazheng became my exclusive guide for me and my mother for the first 4 hours of the day.

That day, he patiently explained to us a lot of general information about West China Institute of Technology.

"West China University of Technology is a comprehensive university in Luoyang, in addition to two majors, there are also one and graduate disciplines, and there are three campuses in the east, west and north. We are now going to the East Campus of Luonan University Town, also known as Kaiyuan Campus, which was formerly known as Western University of Technology, and is the most beautiful campus in Luonan.

Less than three miles away from the East Campus is the West Campus, it was originally known as Los Angeles University, has been known as Los Angeles University, the atmosphere of liberal arts is relatively strong, there is a library, is a five-story building, the collection of books is very rich, you can go to the library to apply for a library card in these two days, it will accompany you for four years, you can borrow up to five books at a time, return within two months, overdue fines, of course, you can also stay in the library to read directly, there are many desks for everyone to read, there is no limit to the time during the day, generally until 10 o'clock in the evening The library is closed.

The North Campus is in the old area of Luoyang, which are the Medical College and the former Luocheng Vocational College, which are far away from the university town, and you can take the bus to the campus when you have the opportunity in the future..."

"Good, good, really magnificent..."

Along the way, my mother couldn't stop nodding, I didn't speak much, because I was afraid that he might not understand the sentences in dialect.

In order to hide my lack of confidence in my Mandarin, I tried my best to pick one or two words to answer simply, and the rest was to patiently mobilize my five senses to listen to his voice.

When we stepped on a white stone bridge in the school, my mother stood and stood there, saying loudly: "The willow trees in this campus look like this, and the willow branches in our place are old and hard, and their heads are all hanging down and dripping, which is really beautiful, more beautiful than any place in our village, town, or county, not bad." ”。

It was also the first time I saw the beauty of the willows sweeping across the lake, and it was also the first time in my life that I saw a college campus in summer and early autumn.

I turned my head and saw Fu Huazheng's side face, a white face, a high nose bridge, and the sun brushed the tip of his nose, striking his handsome silhouette.

At that moment, on the side of the bridge where the willows were blowing, there was an elegant and handsome young man on the bridge.

Suddenly, a beautiful sentence suddenly floated into my head, it was a poem secretly memorized in high school, and there is a national style called "Qi Ao": A gentleman is like a cut, like a study, like a grind.

He was very patient, and he didn't dislike me and my mother who came out of the countryside, and he didn't dislike our tattered packages.

And a familiar feeling of who he resembles?

Like whom, so warm?

I suddenly remembered the memory of the cardamom years that I had sealed in the dust, and in my memory, there was a teenager who said goodbye when the darkest moment of my life came.

That love letter, that morning, I wrote the reply with all my life's strength, but the other person completely left my life.

Yes, he has the same shape of eyes and the same eyelashes as him...

The dusty memory, once opened, was out of control, and then the aftermath of panic erupted, and the suppressed tumor in the blood seemed to be about to begin to crack.

My memory is so poor, I shook my head and couldn't help but think about what happened when I was 13, I controlled my brain to work, and desperately tried to recall the high school years that I remembered.

In the slippery high school days, I secretly pressed a stack of love letters in my drawer that I had never dared to open.

Although I was stopped by my male classmates a few times and whistled a few times with bad intentions, all the little bit of self-confidence that was poured out by the male classmates with evil means suddenly deteriorated and turned into another kind of fear and panic at this moment, when I looked down at myself in a brown and yellow shirt and blue cloth pants, and at this moment in stark contrast to the young students in the flower skirts and jeans all over the campus.

Later, I learned that at that time, not only was I growing up, but my hormones were also growing, and all kinds of vanity, timidity and low self-esteem wanted to come up.

At that time, I was depressed in my heart, and I was no longer confident in my original slightly beautiful face, and after my self-confidence collapsed, I was torn apart and shattered.

At that moment, the shame and inferiority complex churning in my bones made me slow down and follow behind Hua Zheng.

I was afraid that the newly bought bra would suddenly loosen, and I was afraid that my newly developed breasts would shake when I walked, and it would make me look frivolous, so I pursed my lips and quietly followed.

I pulled out the coins from my coat pocket and held them in my palm.