"Hey, hey, hey! The paper is off! The print shop owner's voice rang out like a bell, and Ning Yi's mind was shaken so hard that he almost forgot where he was.

She looked blankly at the middle-aged uncle sitting in the soft chair and came back to her senses. Oh, and when the boss handed her the paper, she didn't pay attention, and the dozen thick pieces of paper went straight to the ground.

The white paper was scattered all over the ground, and there were people queuing up to print it behind, and the boss said angrily: "Little girl, what's the matter with you?" Deserted to a foreign country? ”

Ning Yi hurriedly squatted down to pick up the paper, and kept muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The paper was scattered too much, and Ning Yi picked it up randomly near the printer, and when he turned to the table, he suddenly encountered a hand.

The joints are distinct, slender and good-looking. The fingertips are rounded, and the skin is so white that even if it is put together with the white paper, it is not inferior, but it is a little delicate that complements each other.

Ning Yi looked up along the thin arm, a boy about the same age as her was looking at her fixedly, and when he saw her look up, he sent a few sorted pieces of paper to her: "Oh, take it." The last two sentences are picked up by Zhang Jiajia? I love it too. ”

She took the paper and didn't answer, but replied blankly, "Thank you." Then he ran out in a hurry.

The sun is poisonous. Ning Yi's eyes were shaken by the suddenly enhanced sunlight outside, and his chaotic brain finally gradually came to his senses. She pinched the thick paper in her hand, feeling extremely depressed.

The campus of University B is very large, and Ning Yi walked silently for a long time against the sun before he saw the door of the Normal College opposite. She was originally a student at the Teachers College, but as a famous 985 university, B University charged a little cheaper printing fees than their school. So she always walked a little more for a few bucks.

Today is the 72nd day of breaking up with Cheng Hang, as long as you are alone, you must think of him. Ning Yi licked his dry lips and put on a self-deprecating smile, how long would it take for him to get rid of this damn mess?

The wind blew the paper in her hand, and the last page of Zhang Jiajia's "Heaven and Earth" was written on the paper, Ning Yi thought of the good-looking boy just now, and said in his heart, Cheng Hang was like this before.

Can't think about it anymore. Ning Yi struggled to cut off the thought that he wanted to hang on Cheng again, and threw it back into his memory. I have quickened my pace, and this manuscript will be finished by nine o'clock tonight.

Ning Yi is a third-year normal college student who writes part-time, and at the same time creates and submits articles independently, and from time to time submits several articles online. She has a dream of writing, so she has been working hard to write and submit, but she has not achieved much in the past few years, she can't get a few dollars for part-time work, she can't get a few submissions, and the online articles are even more bleak. Today's novel is the work of a week that she conceived, and she typed it out and prepared to submit it again after revising it.

She had a lot of experience with feelings and betrayal during this period, so she wrote a novella called "An Zhi Ruosu". Ning Yi returned to the dormitory and picked up the pen to draw in the pile of words, but his eyes suddenly turned red as he changed it.

"At the beginning of the story, it's always like this, just in time, and caught off guard.

The end of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, and the sky is on one side. ”

That guy just said he liked this sentence, and I liked it too. I don't want that, though. Ning Yi's pen stayed on the square word "one side" for a long time, and the black ink gathered more and more, and in the next second, a tear fell with a "click", scattering the black ink that had originally gathered.

Do all the people in the world have to be like this? Can't anyone get rid of it? Will love eventually degenerate into betrayal? Is there only freshness in a man's head?

A series of questions jumped out, and Ning Yi couldn't calm down anymore to change the article, so he simply threw the pen and lay on the bed.

She was lying on her stomach and was not small, and the waiter Qingqing on the top bunk poked her head out of the quilt and threw a vicious look from top to bottom: "How many times have you said lightly!" You're just waiting for this bed to fall apart, right? ”

"Your old bones haven't fallen apart yet, what are you afraid of in bed?" Ning Yi's heart was blocked, but he couldn't bear the loss, and he tossed a few times on the bed like death.

Shi Qingqing couldn't bear it anymore, so she quickly jumped off the bed and held Ning Yi, ready to tickle her. But he didn't expect that the itchy hand hadn't gone down yet, but he bumped into the corner of Ning Yi's red eyes. She couldn't bear it anymore in an instant, and kicked Ning Yi lightly, looking left and right to talk to him: "Next week, University B and our school have a friendship party, do you want to go?"

"No, no." Ning Yi didn't even think about it.

"Why are you so boring!" Shi Qingqing sighed, gave her a look that the mud couldn't hold up the wall, and turned over to the bed again.

However, as soon as she lay down on her front feet in the quilt, Ning Yi on the lower bunk rolled around again, and then sat up for a while, and the waiter was just about to poke her head out and scold her mother. But suddenly I heard a voice from below: "I have to go to next week's party."

Shi Qingqing was surprised: "...... How? Suddenly you have a rush and are ready to enjoy life with me? ”

Ning Yi: "No, just now the chairman poked me privately, saying that this friendship is a big school-level event, and the head of the editorial department needs to take pictures and write manuscripts in person."

Shi Qingqing rolled down from the bed again, almost excitedly: "I'll just say next week, but it's stained with the light of our minister, the editorial department should be able to sit in the front row, and you have to take me with you then!"

"No way. I'm going to drop out of the student union. Ning Yi said lightly.

“…… You're crazy! Shi Qingqing felt that Ning Yi in front of her was simply a pile of waste wood and mud, and she wanted to smash her head against the wall. Isn't it just a broken love, as for being so lifeless?!

Ning Yi seemed to see a sense of crisis in the eyes that were about to fall out of Shi Qingqing, and hurriedly made up a smile: "Just kidding, I will retire in more than half a year, how can I retire now, don't you just write a draft?" It's also a front-row party to watch. I'll definitely take you with me when the time comes. ”

Only then did Shi Qingqing loosen his iron face, and changed his flattering expression like flipping through a book: "My best is the best."

What about the cheeks? Doesn't Shi Qingqing really have this thing? Ning Yi dodged her, pulled the dinosaur pillow next to the pillow and pressed it under him, and began to ponder the matter of the friendship manuscript. B University has always been wealthy and disdainful to be in the company of their crappy little teacher, but this time the two schools can actually get together, and it is really the sun that comes out of the west. She, the head of the editorial department, has been eating for a whole year, and now she finally has a manuscript to write herself, and she is still faintly under pressure.

Ning Yi took a breath, it was good to have something to do, so that she would not think of Cheng Hang day and night, and think of those bad things. The four years of college have passed in a flash, and I can't keep holding on to such a little thing, and I don't know how to worry about the whole day, isn't it empty to myself.