In the huge classroom, there were more than 20 students sitting sparsely, and although there were many people at the time of the roll call, less than half of them actually came.

I answered four times by myself, and shouted for Lao Fan, Ma Zhuan, and Lu Xiaoshuai, which can be regarded as the resident representative of our dormitory.

The female classmate next to me was better than me, and she shouted six times by herself, and in six different dialects.

After shouting, she made a triumphant gesture to me defiantly, and squeezed her eyes again.

I also smiled, looked at Miss Dong on the podium, opened the notebook, and pretended to listen to the lecture while sketching her pretty with a hint of warmth and anger in pencil.

Today's Miss Dong is beautiful and special.

With exquisite facial features, she also deliberately wore a pair of retro literary and artistic round-framed glasses today, which looks intellectual and sexy, cold and coquettish, and resonates with coldness and charm.

With a tall figure and a slightly tight beige professional outfit, she fully shows the charm of her mature woman. Dignified, generous, but mature and charming, like a delicate ripe peach, people can't help but want to take a bite.

However, the slightly cold temperament on her body makes people's subconscious hearts retreat a lot, and even makes people feel inferior, only dare to look at it from a distance, but dare not be close to it.

Is this the goddess?

I don't know, I just think she's beautiful at this moment, and I can't help but want to record her at this moment. Even though my drawing skills are very poor, and I learned from my father, who is familiar with criminal investigation simulation portraits.

A big class, 100 minutes, a sketch with a clumsy technique but I think it is very beautiful, and a faintly ignited love......

In the garden in front of the library, the sycamores bloom with pale yellow petals, revealing a sense of nobility and elegance in the tranquil atmosphere.

But if you look closely, there is a kind of loyalty and nobility, which reminds people of the "Book of Songs, Daya, Juan" in "The phoenix sings, and it is high in the post." The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun. Verses.

Sitting under the plane tree, I looked at Miss Dong's face in the notebook, and I was a little distracted for a while.

Am I in love with her?

Or did I end up falling into this meaningless campus love?

Suddenly, I looked at the sycamore flowers that bloomed in the summer, and I seemed to understand as if it had passed the test of time and waited.

I understand why those college couples are desperate to let go of love when they know that it may not work out.

Does love have to bear fruit?

Perhaps for love itself, the most important beauty in life, the memories that can accompany us through a lifetime, are more important than the result.

An afternoon passed before I knew it.

When the crescent moon slowly rose and hung in the sky, when the cicadas sang and floated throughout the night, my throbbing heart drove me to send a WeChat message to Miss Dong.

"Did you sleep?"

"Not yet, what about you?" Miss Dong replied

"Hehe, I didn't sleep either."

"Is Little Ash on duty?"

"No, a person lying in bed in a daze. What about you? ”

"Oh, I'm in a daze, just like you."

"Why don't we go out for a walk together?"

"No, I'm a little tired today and want to sleep." Miss Dong added a sleepy expression at the end

"Oh, good night then."

"Uh-huh, good night."

I put down my phone a little disappointed, but five minutes later, Miss Tong's WeChat message came from my phone again.

"Little Ash, are you still there?"

"Yes." I hit three smiling emojis and replied

After a few seconds, Miss Dong sent a happy expression and replied:

"Little Ash, how about we go out for a barbecue together?"

"Okay, let's go to the stall at the south gate of the school, his chicken wings are doing well......"