It was August 30, 2006, and the sun was shining brightly in the catalpa forest, and autumn was the most beautiful scene today. The whole city is more vibrant because of the opening of various universities, and there are youthful smiles everywhere.

Shen Qingjia finally didn't let Song Fusheng send him to the school to report. She came to her own Zilin Academy of Fine Arts alone. Hua Bijin and Zhuang Zhou are both the same school, and they are both at Zilin University. That's great. Shen Qingjia looked at the camphor trees on both sides of the school, a little happy and a little regretful in his heart. I thought I could spend four good years with them. But since fate has chosen it like this, then accept it gladly. Shen Qingjia has an optimistic heart, she never bows to fate easily.

Shen Qingjia has prepared everything that should be prepared. She didn't have any special luggage, she just carried a schoolbag and a twenty-inch sorting box in her hand. So simple, so casual. Although she was unaccompanied, she didn't feel lonely either. Many parents came, and some classmates came with a lot of family members. Originally, Shen Qingjia wanted to say that she was not the only one who came to report, but now that she looked around for a long time, she was really unlucky, it seemed that she was really the only one who was alone. Shen Qingjia smiled bitterly and continued to look for the bedroom. She's not a particularly directional person, but she's not particularly road-obsessed either. She thought that if she looked at the street signs, she would definitely find them.

"Classmates? Can I help you? Just as Shen Qingjia was looking at the sign carefully, he suddenly heard a nice male voice. A boy is talking to himself. Shen Qingjia's heart quickly came to a conclusion. Shen Qingjia turned around and replied, "Hello." I don't need to. Thank you. Shen Qingjia spoke quickly, so she realized that the person in front of her was a little familiar after she finished speaking. But for a moment I can't remember who it is. But this person's name is always familiar, because she always has this feeling that I know who he is, but I just can't remember his name all of a sudden.

A tall boy with short black hair wearing a white hooded sweatshirt, a light blue denim jacket open, and black sweatpants and white sneakers on the lower half of his body appeared in front of him. He looks so refreshing, but his temperament is a bit dangerous, handsome and handsome. With such eyebrows, Shen Qingjia was sure that she had seen it before, and she felt that she was about to remember his name.

The boy was also startled after seeing Shen Qingjia's face clearly. He really didn't expect to see her here, he hadn't heard from her for all these years, not at all. I saw it here today! It's fate. This must be the arrangement of fate! She looks better than she did in middle school, maybe because her hair has grown a little longer, maybe because she met a good barber, her bangs are well cut and look heavy but not dull at all, like a young girl in comics. Her eyes were still so beautiful, crystal clear, and flowing like waves. Her voice has also changed a little, although it is still the same girlish and beautiful timbre, but it is a little calmer than then, and it is a semi-mature atmosphere. She must have encountered a lot of things over the years. She still looks quiet and cute, but if you look at her closely, you feel that she is a little more alienated than she was then, and she doesn't seem to want to make friends with people.

"Shen Qingjia. Long time no see. ”

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