(The storyline is completely fictional, the official must not sit in the right seat, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence)

She was about twenty years old, and she couldn't tell her exact age from the front or back, and to be honest, it was his first and consistent impression of most of the Oriental women he had ever met—as if at some point she didn't grow long. With shoulder-length hair and a modest canvas shoulder bag, she walks on Broad Street, a road in the heart of Oxford.

On both sides of Broad Street, there are several Black Well bookstores - the main store, the music and art bookstore, the postcard and art bookstore, and in the distance, there are two or three storey small spire buildings and the old carved wrought iron black gate of Trinity College, and the paint has been mottled in some places, and the old buildings with spires and Gothic style built of golden stone in the college can be faintly seen...... It's no wonder travel books like to refer to Oxford as the city of golden stone spires.

She and he walked in the direction of The King's Arm Bar from Corn Market Street. If it is placed on the map, it should be from north to south. Because the general direction from Oxford to London is first from north to south, and then from west to east. This is her only impression and judgment of the direction here. She is not likely to judge the direction based on the sun, because most of the houses here are not like some places in China where the houses are usually facing south, and the direction of the houses here is chaotic, and there are often houses close to each other in a circle, and it is impossible to judge the direction by looking at the doors and windows.

He walked on the stone path opposite her, slightly behind her.

She occasionally looked back, or left and right. The scattered British, or Europeans from elsewhere, were dressed in gray and dusty, and they liked to wear dark colours—dark green, dark grey, light grey, coffee, brown, navy blue, black. It's just that the faces of their Europeans let the sun shine, but they are bright. So their dress matches the color of their skin and harmonizes with the environment. Whether it is the old walls of the Sherdonia Theater, or the golden stone spire of Trinity College diagonally opposite, or the blue sky against the tiles, and the life-size figures standing on the roofs of those buildings, they are all so full of age, both beautiful and reverie.

In order to adapt to the language environment, she came to the language tutoring half a year in advance before the start of the master's program, and participated in the preparatory department before she got the score required for the master's language and major. Speaking of which, it's been almost a year, but every time she walks on these streets, she still feels very happy, just like walking on the wide street for the first time, with a deep sense of freshness. Maybe it's because she has lived in a familiar city for nearly 30 years, it's the first time she's been so far away, and she's lived alone for so long, and she's carefree, free, and sees more of the good in everything.

The people and environment of this place can blend in so naturally, even though many of the buildings and stone carvings are four or five hundred years old. The city of Oxford is more than 1,100 years old, but of course it has existed for a long time...... She always likes to think about things that may not make sense to others. SHE DIDN'T COME HERE TO STUDY ECONOMICS, FINANCE, OR HOW TO MAKE MONEY, BUT TO LEARN ABOUT SO-CALLED CULTURE AND ART.

Some of the pictures in the memories appeared in a trance in front of me - before leaving, a middle-aged male colleague who had just started to be white-headed, picture editor, met in the elevator one day, and asked her half-seriously and half-jokingly: "Are you really going to study in the UK?" You're really crazy about alternative consumption, what do you want to study in Europe? Learning Culture? Studying art? Hehe......"

She quickly said "uh-huh" twice, which didn't mean anything special, it just meant "heard" or "yes".

The male colleague said again: "Hehe, when you come back from studying, can you use it in our field?" Oh, if you want me to say, we are not the second generation of rich, your parents are university teachers, and it is not easy to save a few dollars, how difficult it is, I think you are tossed and thrown to foreigners, how good it is to keep it as a dowry......"

At that time, she was planning her trip with a little anxiety and excitement, thinking about what other necessary luggage and items to buy quickly, and she didn't listen carefully at all, but smiled again and said "hehe" twice. Anyone else in the elevator doesn't know each other, and it doesn't matter if they do, because no one really cares about conversations that don't concern them.

At that time, she was absent-minded in the conversation with her male colleagues, but now she was standing on the street in England, and suddenly recalled, but she could clearly hear every word he said, and she felt a little puzzled at this time: how could the male photo editor, who listened to his own words, had long hair, wore a trench coat and wide-legged bell bottoms when he was young, loved photography, collected styles from all over the world, had an active mind, and was willing to accept new things, how could he say such strange things?

Maybe people have reached middle age, experienced a little wind and rain and life grinding, and gradually become unbearable?

Of course, the male colleague only thinks that he is normal, but in her opinion, what he said is too realistic, even unbearable - if according to what she thinks, life is only 180 years, at first she must rely on her parents to eat and grow up, and then she has to have her own family, during which she can walk freely for ten years? Why don't you see the world you want to see and learn about and experience the culture you are interested in? What does it mean to be useful? Is it useful for her parents to keep their hard-earned money as a dowry? Coming to the UK to study, especially to study culture and art, instead of studying economics and making money, is it thrown away, wasted, and wasted?

On the contrary, she felt that if she didn't like it, she insisted on studying economics and finance, just so that she might make more money after studying, then she would be insane! This is the same as finding someone to fall in love and get married, how can you do it without interest and love? It's similar to eating, you don't like what you eat at all, isn't it a sin to eat hard?

Of course, she only thinks about things from her own point of view, she doesn't have his family, and she doesn't need to support her family on her own. Parents can also give her a lot of supportive help and even indulge her in the realization of some ideas. But perhaps, the vast majority of people will still agree with her middle-aged male colleague. In some ways, she really didn't bear the pressure of real life, which also caused her to be too romantic.

However, even her parents, who work as university teachers, were worried about studying abroad at first, not all of them were worried about spending money, but mainly worried that she would go to England and risk losing a stable and good job - in today's China, it is really difficult to find a job, and it is even more difficult to find a relatively good job that she likes. Then the question arises - what to do when you come back from reading? If you lose your job, you might as well not go. Mom and Dad discussed for a long time.

After all, her parents are enlightened people, of course, the main reason is that she can't resist her, so she has to agree. They also have some social connections and connections, racking their brains and trying every possible way, her stable job, after direct communication and negotiation with the top leader of the newspaper, was promised that there will be no change, signed an application form for further study, and the leader signed "agree" step by step, and her parents were relieved to let her go.

Now standing on the wide street that she has walked many times, looking up and looking around, she thought: Fortunately, the air here is indeed different. It's not that friends and colleagues say it half-jokingly and half-seriously: people's air is clear and transparent, but we open our eyes every day, especially in winter, the first thing is to touch the mobile phone to see the air pollution index of the day; Rather: the air here is full of culture, literature and art! This breath that can't be seen with the naked eye, and even seems completely unreliable to many people, attracts her so deeply. Yes, she tastes it with every breath.

She pondered this wildly, not noticing him on the sidewalk opposite, in fact, even if she did, she didn't recognize him. A few times when she turned around, she only saw several people walking and stopping, like tourists; He walked behind her, his gaze fixed on her back. Sometimes she would pause and look into the glass window of the bookstore or sandwich shop, and he, for some reason, would immediately subconsciously stop to follow her rhythm, as if he was afraid that he would overtake him, and he would no longer be able to look at her from behind so naturally.

He knew her, and he had seen her pictures and messages on his student information sheets. She didn't know him, though she had met him at least twice in the campus cafeteria. On one occasion, when he saw her standing in line to look at her watch, he guessed that she was in a hurry to go to class, so he motioned for her to stand in front of him and buy a sandwich first, and she said "Thank you." three times in a row.

After all, it was a new environment, and there were things she needed to understand and learn about almost every day, and she had long forgotten who she had met occasionally, and besides, foreigners all looked alike. But he remembered her.

It seems that Jing Hao attracted his attention as soon as she appeared, and he admitted this in his heart. Or rather, women from the East have become more and more likely to attract his attention, ever since he had been in a relationship with that Korean girlfriend.

Speaking of which, he is not a person with a rich emotional life, except for his ex-wife in the United States, who is the girlfriend, who is in her forties, and can be regarded as the first half of his life, he has only had real emotional entanglements and life intersections with two women.

It's not that he doesn't want to be colorful, but maybe his personality dictates it, he always admonishes himself: whether it's falling in love or married life, just emotional giving, it requires both mental and physical strength, it's not easy, it's more difficult than engaging in academic research, and he doesn't seem to be very good at dealing with emotional things, of course he is helpless. However, because of this, I saved a lot of time, and I wrote and edited a lot of books.