Aunt Meng, with a southern accent that is indistinguishable from the front and back tongues, kindly put two choices in front of me for me to choose:

One is to stay in 204 and enjoy the special treatment of 5 people in a bedroom;

The other was to move to any of the dormitories in the business administration and live in a room with 8 other people for four years.

"Actually, our arrangement is the best, but if you don't want to, we will respect your idea."

Aunt Meng saw that I was indecisive and hesitant, so she pushed the boat down the river in time:

"You go back and think about it first, don't worry, just come back to me after thinking about it."

That morning I searched all four dormitories of our major for four hours.

Looking at the chaos of 8 people under one roof, imagining the crowding of 9 people living in the same room, I finally had to choose the lesser of two evils, so I had to make a ruthless decision:

Pierced down in 204.

What is unexpected is that my reluctant "prick" is the beginning of the chaos and entanglement in the future.

On the third day of 204, this reluctant depression was swept away.

I began to secretly congratulate myself in my heart that I was fortunate to have chosen this place, otherwise I would not have had the opportunity to work with the mechanical department.

However, the intentions and arrangements of the Divine were beyond the comprehension of the mortals of my generation, and I had no idea what kind of twists and turns this chance would lead me into in the future.

After many years, I often think that since fate is shallow and can't be sought, why should there be such a mistake and such a small probability event?

In the rest of my college life, I got involved with these four girls who learned to "cast".

I am either sunk or uplifted by all kinds of entanglements and implications related to them, and I am either gentle or strong, or competitive, or convinced, or wise, or jealous...... Anyway, the surprise and thrilling that cannot be expressed by the word "normal" are shocked and coerced, and the joy is extremely happy, and the torment is also painful to the heart and lungs.

When I stumbled and moved forward, ignorant and energetic through the most unforgettable and important years of my life, looking back on the road I came from, I found that my college life was shrouded by "the fish and the bear's paw" from the beginning, and although I went all the way forward, I had to "choose the lesser of two evils" all the way.

Over the years, in some spare afternoons or boring nights, when I was touched by some emotions and turned out the diary of the year with nothing to do, those green but beautiful words that had been written for three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, whether they were neat or crooked, long or cherished words like gold, would also make me feel emotional, as well as those old letters and cards in the diary, full of deep and shallow old feelings and old friends when I was young, which would always make me think;

I am really "made" between the lines, I am grateful to myself for having overcome obstacles with high spirits, once I have been dominating the wind and clouds, and I am also grateful to them and them for their tolerance, tolerance and disregard of past suspicions at that moment, and for the rest of my life, please be as colorful as back then, please be healthy and upward, and be calm and calm.

In those young days, my life was sad and full of ups and downs because of them, but it was also because of them that it was colorful and radiant.

Those stories of the past have become very skinny and extremely full because of them and them, and we are the most indelible and most colorful strokes in each other's memories.