After all the beds by the window were occupied, Lan Lan was the last to enter the door of 204.

Lan Lan is not a beauty.

Although she is not ugly, she is definitely not beautiful, that is, she is not naturally beautiful, and she has nothing to do with the shy flowers of the closed moon.

If there's anything special about her, it's that she doesn't eat the smell of fireworks in the world.

If you have to say it in a good way, it is estimated that it is a little more than a thousand miles away from people's daily life...... Let's be fresh to carve naturally.

But the word "Qingli" is not appropriate for her head in any case, and she only accounts for half of the two words at most, only "Qing", not "Li".

It's a little unworldly, but it's not pretty, it's a little fresh, but it's not handsome.

At the time, I guessed that she probably wouldn't live in the lower bunk, even by the window.

Sure enough, she stayed on the other top bunk on my side.

So the head of her bed was facing the end of my bed, and the whole bedroom was the closest to us, and we were each lying on the bed and we were "head-to-head" bed to bed.

Many years later, when I occasionally look back on those days, I will fatally think that maybe the "head-to-head" posture of bed-to-bed and overhead is a kind of foreshadowing of entanglement, "cutting and untidy" in the future.

Little did we know at that moment that Lan Lan and I would be living here for four years, and we had been rivals from the beginning, and I had lost to her from the beginning, and I had lost to her all the way through.

This 204 that I will live in by chance and must have left us with a heart-wrenching love and hate that will be unforgettable for this lifetime, and in addition to the terrible ending, no one ends up happy.

At the end of the song, no one is a winner.

When I first entered the "big" university, everything was new.

Classmates, teachers, senior brothers, and fellow roommates...... There are also a variety of clubs, various activities that are renovated, and the charm and scenery that are very different from those of northern cities, all of which make me feel high and excited.

Sleeping in the blue tent that I had painstakingly built and arranged on the top bunk, I could see the painting-like scenery of the southern country behind the building.

In early autumn and September, the petals of the osmanthus tree have been sprinkled with petals, the fluffy green grass is dotted with unknown yellow flowers, and the sycamore tree with branches and leaves is swaying and dancing gracefully in the wind......

Among the trees and flowers, the winding path that will fill my love and hate in the future is looming far away, and occasionally there is some light and chirping laughter, that is, groups of new students walking through it......

The freshness of college life is shaking my head at me, and I am about to crash headlong into all kinds of "orientation", all kinds of clubs, and all kinds of play.

But the unhappiness is always hidden from time to time.

Not being able to be stationed with the large army of my class still makes me feel uncomfortable, and living "alone" in someone else's 204 still makes me feel a little bit of a loss.

However, this made me helpless and unexpected, and they disappeared without a trace due to a coincidental event of great probability.