This summer was unusual.

The sun was shining in the sky, the earth was hot and dry, and the air was filled with heatwaves, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

After taking all the subjects, the first summer vacation of the university came as scheduled. Mu Zili walked in the huge S with his schoolbag on his back, and he didn't know where to go. There were four people in one dormitory, and the other three packed their suitcases early and went home.

And she, alone, can't go back, and doesn't want to go back.

Walking aimlessly on the playground, at a glance, there are very few people, the weather is hot, and no one wants to stay too long.

"Little sister, can I add you to WeChat? My brother wants to get to know you, make friends. A casually dressed boy with a cap trotted over, his tone brisk and extremely friendly.

Mu Zili's whole body suddenly tensed, he turned his head stiffly to look, and then quickly looked ahead, his red lips opened lightly, "I don't add strangers." ”

Her voice was cold, like an emotionless robot.

This kind of situation often happened in the six months that she came to S University, and she used the same sentence to make countless boys and girls stop.

Those people all returned disappointed, and then complained to their friends, "This young lady is so cold, it's out of play." ”

Or said with great disdain: "What kind of cold, isn't it just beautiful, a whole vase." ”

Mu Zili's hands were clenched into fists, trying to muster up the courage to accept their invitation, but at the last moment, he died down.

She was afraid, afraid of contact with boys, she had low self-esteem, so low that she didn't want to talk too much.

"You ......" she wanted to change herself, to muster up courage, before the boy left.

The boy looked at Mu Zili with a smile, his eyes showing sincerity.

"You...... Why are you adding me? She asked, taking the initiative to make eye contact with the boy for the first time.

"My brother is embarrassed, he asked me to come, he just wanted to make friends." The boy pointed with his index finger at another boy under the camphor tree not far away, and laughed playfully.

Mu Zili looked over, and the boy touched his head embarrassedly.

"Is it because I'm pretty?" Mu Zili looked back at the boy beside him, "I'm beautiful, that's why I want to add me, I'm not pretty, will you all be too lazy to take care of it?" ”

She said word by word, her face expressionless.

The boy was baffled by her, "We just want to make friends with you, we didn't think about it that much." ”

Mu Zili suddenly didn't dare to look at the boy, and looked at the camphor tree in front of him blankly.

The boy thought that Mu Zili was not interested, and her turn of the head was misunderstood as ignorance, and he thought that the girl was too lazy to pay attention to him.

changed his previous tone, and said impatiently: "If you don't add it, you won't add it, you are fooling me, asking so much." ”

The boy left, with a disgusted look in his eyes.

Mu Zili stood there motionless, his hands clenched tightly, his palms were hot and sweaty, but his body was cold.

She seems to have screwed up one more thing.

She liked to think about it, and she could already guess how the boy would speak ill of her to his friends when he returned.

Finding a shady place, Mu Zili took out a book in her schoolbag, "Classical Philology", which she borrowed from the library, which is a book that specializes in explaining editions, bibliography, proofreading and other professional knowledge in literature and classics.

She studied literature, and reading these books helped to accumulate professional knowledge.

Flipping through the book with the green cover, a leaf happened to fall right on the book.

She picked up the leaves with her hands, looked up at the dense foliage overhead, and froze.

She was a little sad about what had just happened.

Since she was a child, there was no opposite sex around her, a girls' school for elementary and junior high school, liberal arts for high school, and literature for college, and she has only gotten ten boys in her class in the past 18 years, and they are not familiar with her.

She is afraid of the opposite sex, not only because she has little contact with them, but actually related to her family, and her impression of the opposite sex, from childhood to adulthood, is deeply ingrained and deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

She suddenly remembered a sentence from Simone de Beauvoir in "The Second Sex": a curse that weighs on a woman is that she fell into the hands of a woman in her childhood.

When she was ten years old, her parents divorced, and she followed her mother.

So, she had to live according to her mother's template.

The mother would try to transform her into a woman like her with a passion that was intertwined with madness and resentment.

When she grew up, she learned that her upbringing was a kind of self-harm.

But it was too late, she had sunk down, couldn't go up, and walked alone in the dark.

She couldn't choose where she came from, so she gave up struggling.

Mu Zili is a cowardly person, like an ugly mouse, only in the dead of night can he have the courage to come out, peek at the beauty of others, and steal the beauty that does not belong to himself.

If one day, rats can also gain respect, then what is the world?

She put the book away, not having the heart to read it any further.

I got up and picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go to the food street in front of the school to buy dinner.

Because of the summer vacation, the cafeteria was closed, and she had to go to that crowded street.

Every time she walked on that road, she was so nervous that she didn't know how to put her hands.

They all looked at her, and they saw that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.

She only hoped that the school was closed and there were not many people there.

She was able to quickly find a shop, buy some random food, and take it back to her dorm to eat.

God willing, there aren't many people here.

She looked at the sky gradually sinking in the west, unrealistically beautiful, her face finally softened, she liked the sunset and the twilight of the western mountains.

The white dew brings back the residual heat, and the breeze dances in the sunset.

The heat is no longer so unbearable, and the breeze brings the coolness of the night.

"Little sister, what do you need?"

She casually found a restaurant to eat, stood in front of the cash register, and the cashier's lady asked kindly.

"Egg fried rice." She clutched the strap of her schoolbag and weighed the money in her bag, as if she had been saving a little recently.

"Okay, take it or eat it here?" The proprietress smiled brightly, turned her face to the kitchen, and yelled in dialect: "An omelet rice!" As if his face changed, he turned his head to look at Mu Zili again.

"Pack." Mu Zili said softly.

"My little sister is so beautiful, why haven't I seen it before, is she a student of S University?" The proprietress saw that there was no one in the store and was not busy, so she began to chat enthusiastically.

"Hmm." Mu Zili replied briefly, a little uncomfortable, and the pestle was motionless there.

The proprietress hurriedly beckoned, "Don't stand, wait a while, go sit over there." ”

Mu Zili shook his head, still not moving.

The proprietress saw that she didn't have any desire to chat, so she stopped sticking her hot face to other people's cold butts, and turned around to work hard.

Mu Zili was alone, watching the night gradually invade outside the door.

The streetlights on the side of the road are lit up, and the colorful shops start to shout for business.

The customers here are generally S University students or Yunxi Middle School students.

Half of the customer base is missing, and the streets are a lot deserted.

"Little sister, your egg fried rice is ready." The proprietress put a box of lunch in a bag and handed it to Mu Zili.

"Thank you." Mu Zili whispered softly and took it.

"No thanks, next time." The proprietress smiled enthusiastically again.

Mu Zili walked out and looked up at the sky, shimmering stars, and a bright white moon.

Walking alone on the road, alone in the dark.

"Ge Laozi, don't run!"

"Stop for Lao Tzu! Little Bunny! Run errands again to interrupt you! ”

"Third child, you take someone to take a shortcut and catch him at that fork in the road! See if Lao Tzu doesn't kill him! ”

There was a commotion, still abrupt in the noisy streets.

Mu Zili stood under the street lamp and looked into the distance, and happened to see a young man, running towards her against the full lights.