In the afternoon of the same day, Chen Ying registered the air ticket at the International Exchange Center according to what Wang Yi said. Qin Hong had lunch and said goodbye to her in a hurry, and he spent the whole afternoon in the dormitory building. She understood his feelings, and read a book alone in the library, until the setting sun poured over the windowsill half covered by pine branches. Towards the end of the semester, the study hall was full, and this fulfilling scene made her forget the experience of the morning for a while, after all, it was someone else's graduation ceremony.

At the dinner stall, there was still no news of him. Lonely she closed her computer and packed her books into her bag. Before I met Qin Hong, I don't know how many times this kind of thing had happened. She habitually picked up the notebook at the end and checked the schedule for the next day. There is a bookmark he sent between the pages of the notebook, and a full moon is printed on the background of a poem that both people like:

"I finally understood

There is a thought in the world

There are no words to describe it

Rough and sad

The echo of a hundred turns and a thousand turns

And what awaits is

Persistent

Like a plateau in the moonlight

A faint idiot smile

Laughing, the glitz and glitz are gone, and the moonlight is like a wash

Laugh at the passing flowers"

Chen Ying carefully read the sentences several times and inserted the bookmark back into its place. She looked at the fiery clouds in the west, which were becoming more and more colorful, and recalled her morning speech. The people and things mentioned had nothing to do with her originally, if she hadn't met Qin Hong, maybe they would have passed by her gently like the various activities usually held in the auditorium, and they couldn't withstand a little wave. She sighed and went down the steps with her bag on her back. There was no familiar figure under the tree in front of the library. The wind was still blowing quietly from the lawn, picking up a few strands of long hair in her ears.

She habitually went downstairs to the boys and saw the light coming through the old windows. Figures came in and out of the door of the building, and the old man looked at everyone vigilantly from the frame. There was no agreement, she stood downstairs alone, watching the flow of people coming and going, forgetting that she was going to dinner.

"Why is the girl in a daze here?" Boss Guo stopped in front of her on an electric tricycle. He wore a short coat and shorts from the early autumn of last year, and he was wearing flip-flops with half-worn soles.

"Nothing." She blushed and lowered her head.

"Are the students in this building about to graduate?" Boss Guo asked shrewdly, "I guess there are a lot of books, and you can't take your clothes with you, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Do you know them? I can help them with something. ”

"Okay, I'll get in touch and let you know." She said a little hesitantly.

"Tell me when you get in touch, I won't treat you badly." The boss lit a cigarette as he spoke, and looked up, "There's a boy living in this building, right?" ”

She had already done this experience last year. Different buildings, the same thing, can't bother her at all. She can always easily talk to the aunt or uncle in charge of the dormitory, and after a few conversations, she can write an advertisement on the blackboard at the entrance of the unit, and agree with the graduating students where to place discarded clothes or books. For those who are particularly serious, she does not hesitate to bargain with them, and finally pay some payment. It's a good business, and it's a win-win situation, just like reselling groceries when new students enter the school every year, and the return is satisfying - she can pay for a semester by doing it once a year.

"Hmm." She said yes as she walked slowly to the side, "Not tonight, I'll contact you tomorrow." ”

"Tell me what's wrong!" Boss Guo said loudly behind her.

Back in the dormitory, she sent the sorted exam questions and answers to the mailbox designated by the professor, and then she let out a long breath and lay down on the table. Sun Wei and Wu Yun hadn't come back yet, Xiao Bai was snoring on her bed, a pair of erected ears twitching gently.

"Your other master is leaving here." She looked at the cat and unconsciously her eyes moistened.

She didn't know why she was crying. Perhaps June and July of each year is a time of great emotion, when someone's fate is decided, whether they come or leave, and there are always people who are ecstatic and some people who are sad. She understands this, and knows that no matter what kind of feast it is, there will always be a time when the song is over. She restrained herself from calling him and asking him what he was doing. She has completed all of her exams this semester, except for the invigilation and grading of her linear algebra class. Summer vacation is coming, and she should be relaxed and happy.

The phone rang. Xiao Bai turned over rather dissatisfied, revealing his fluffy white belly.

"Hello?" She tried to whisper as softly as she could.

"Have you eaten—you?" Qin Hong asked incoherently on the phone.

"Not yet." She sniffled.

"You eat first—I'll call you later." He hung up the phone with a bang, leaving behind a busy sound.

Chen Ying was stunned for a moment, put down the microphone, and dug out a bowl of instant noodles from the food box. She tore open the instant noodle package, added the condiments and ingredients, poured some water into the bowl with a thermos, and took a lid to cover the bowl. While she was slowly stretching out in the hot water, she turned on her computer and posted advertisements for used books and clothes on the Internet.

The dough bubbled. She lifted the lid, stirred it with a plastic fork, and opened the movie she had played the night before, eating and watching it.

The phone rang again.

"Have you finished eating?" Qin Hong said over there, "I'll wait for you downstairs." ”

"I'm still eating, wait a while, or you go back first."

"Come down." He said arbitrarily and cut off the phone.