As students return to school one after another, the campus becomes more and more popular, and the chatter never stops. In the spring breeze, the new leaves of those sycamores are already quite dense, providing a large area of shade for passers-by. In those shady areas, you can often see small groups gathering, fighting, chatting, reading, and those men and women who are together, obviously working together to create the best memories of life.

The time has come to the end of April, and the intense study and life have made people slowly forget the impact of SARS, and people have gradually come out of those gloom and welcome their own sunshine. Like most people, I'm busy shuttling between classes, libraries, stadiums, and labs, and I don't pay much attention to the things that happen around me that have nothing to do with me.

I can't remember how I walked on campus last summer, counting my steps past the buildings. It's just that I can vaguely remember that there are a total of 512 steps from the teaching building to the cafeteria, and there are 13 steps on each staircase of the teaching building, and there are 4 groups of 52 steps in the classroom from the first floor to the third floor. At that time, I always saw people coming from the opposite side, so I habitually bowed my head and staggered by. And now in less than a year, I can always be seen from time to time in the figures running on campus, and on the sports field, I will also high-five people for a shot into the frame, and I will also fight with people for who rushes away. People change subtly, especially at an age like ours.

I don't know when it started, but the four people who lived in the same dormitory began to rank seniority. Ruizi, Gangzi, Stubborn Cow, and Four-Eyed shouted and played with each other. Because of my age, I am the third oldest of these four people, which is also a good ranking, some people take care of it and some people bully. Gangzi is the boss, occasionally ask us to call him Brother Gang, usually we are fooled in the past, he always relies on the old clothes to sell the old, likes to command you to do this and that, but also always muffled to help everyone make hot water. The second child is a stubborn cow, which is named after his habit of drying the quilt every Saturday, even if it is cloudy, he has to stubbornly hang the quilt on the windowsill and pat it, if it rains, then he must be heard constantly tinkering with the weather. The fourth is a four-eyed man who spends his days in front of the only modern machine in the entire dormitory, where he often studies all kinds of code, and mutters all day long that he wants to make a game, shouting that it will be better than "Legendary". With them, it was as if I was the most featureless.

Recently, these guys in the dormitory have taken the time to discuss where to relax during the May Day holiday, and I always refuse this topic, because it costs money to go out to play, and if I don't have any money, it is always a little inappropriate to spend other people's money. And this time, I didn't participate, because I had already planned to go out for three days of vacation, and I was going to call Xiaoxiao in the next two days to talk to Zimu, and by the way, to see if there was anything I could do to help.

Seeing that tomorrow is the May Day holiday, there are a lot fewer people in the library this afternoon, and many people have left the campus. It's nice that I can finally sit in my favorite corner and read a book and take notes. The sun outside the window was shining on my body, making people drowsy, I couldn't help yawning, rubbed my eyes, and sighed that the words that condensed the wisdom of the old people's life were indeed true.

"Carcinoma. The principles of oncology are ......, it's really amazing, and you are also studying such a professional field. The sudden sound of voice in my ears disrupted my attention, I have been here for so long, and I have never met someone who takes the initiative to speak.

Standing next to me was a girl, wearing an apron that reminded me that she was the librarian. I looked around at my classmates who were reading quietly, and at the same time embarrassed by the title of the book she had just read, I hurriedly made a silent gesture with my hand on my mouth, "shhhhhhhhh

"Hello, my name is Li Xue'er." She took off her apron and sat down across from me with a big grin, her voice lowered.

"Liu Rui."

"Do you remember me?" With her hands on the desk, she looked at me with her chin in her hands.

Out of politeness, I put down the book, looked at her face, frowned and tried to dig into my mind for memories of her, and after a moment, I could only shake my head, "I don't know." ”

"I guess so." She still grinned a lot, which made me feel a little apologetic.

"We've met?" I asked tentatively, and my innate sense of restraint in the face of strangers made me cautious.

"Hmmm! Last time on the grass by the playground. ”

When I'm alone, I often go to sit on the grass next to the playground, it's not quiet or noisy, and the open environment makes me feel free to breathe. "Oh! I go there a lot. "I still haven't remembered it, and I hope to prevaricate the past.

"You were a melancholy man that day, and today you are a quiet intellectual." In the face of my prevarication, she seemed indifferent.

The words "melancholy man" were like a panacea, and immediately reminded me of a girl in a baseball cap in a tracksuit in the dark.

"Oh! It's you. "Probably still angry that she bothered me last time, and I didn't respond much to her enthusiasm.

"It's really a noble person who forgets things, and finally remembers, it's not easy."

"I'm sorry." I met twice, and each time it bothered me, and I didn't feel the need to be happy.

"Do you always come here? I'm coming here for the first day today, so I'm sure I'll be able to see each other more often in the future. She was still expressing her thoughts with a big grin, apparently forgetting that there was someone next to her who was reading a book seriously.

Looking around, I had to make another silent gesture and didn't answer her words again.

"Oh! Then I'll get busy first, see you next time. She got up, put on her library apron, carefully moved her chair, got up and left.

I looked at her back as she left and shook my head, is it really going to be common for her in the future? She said that she came here on the first day of work, it was ridiculous, younger than me, what kind of class did she go to? Could it be that the school librarian has also recruited an apprentice?

The sun was shining in the west, and the sun outside the window had been shining for a long time, and it was a little hot, so I got up and was about to draw the curtains, but I accidentally knocked over the stool. The noise disturbed the students reading next to me, and in the face of the complaining eyes cast by everyone, I could only bend down and nod in all directions to apologize.

My eyes swept around, and I saw that the girl named Li Xue'er was covering her mouth and smiling and bending over.

I was in no mood to read anymore, so I simply cleaned up the paper and pen on the desk, borrowed the half-seen book from the administrator, and walked towards the school gate.

The guard room is relatively close to the library, go and call Xiaoxiao, make an appointment to see Zimu tomorrow, and disturb the eighth master by the way. The eighth master is always very enthusiastic, and he especially likes to chat with young people, he always says, "With young people, I feel that I am many years younger." Every time I hear this, I always laugh in my heart, "Young people are not as gossip as you." ”

Some people are always strange and incomprehensible, recently, I don't know what happened, the eighth master seems to pay special attention to me, every time I enter and leave the school gate, he will always greet warmly, "What time will you return?" "Coming back?" "Come in and talk." Moreover, since the last time my third uncle came to me, the eighth master would always mention my uncle in front of me at every turn. "He's your uncle?" "Where does he work now?" "Is he married?" Every time, my second monk will be confused. And every time I want to ask more, the eighth master always doesn't care and says, "It's okay, just ask." ”

"Liu Rui, come on." The eighth master stood at the door of the guard's room and beckoned me to hurry over.

"There's a letter from you." The eighth master handed me a bulging white envelope: "It's really not common to write letters these days." He said.