"Coming back?" Wu Yun wiped the dripping water from his hair and said, "Where have you been?" ”

"Wander around." She said simply, grabbing shampoo and towels and running to the bathroom.

When she came back from washing, she remembered that it was the weekend, the dormitory lights were not turned off, and the time when the water was cut off was moved back by an hour. This is a luxurious freedom in the simple life of a student, and you can stay up late without worrying about falling asleep with sweat stains.

"I'm going downstairs and making an agreement with a girl to buy creamy foundation. Remember to leave me the door. Wu Yun said in a low voice. Sun Wei had already hung up the bed tent, and the tent reflected her figure holding her mobile phone. Xiao Bai was lying on Chen Ying's bed with his furry front paws and looking around, half of his body buried in the quilt. Being able to lie quietly like this indicates that it has eaten enough, and its black pupils appear to be particularly large. It watched leisurely for a while, stretching and causing a large protrusion on the quilt.

Chen Ying's long hair was still damp. She didn't show the slightest bit of fatigue. The excitement of the whole day had not faded, and she was still a little worried about Qin Hong, who was sleeping alone in the house, and wanted to know if his unreliable roommates had returned. However, he was already asleep when she left, and it was not always good to call at this time, and if someone else picked up, they might laugh at her for being too lenient. After all, he was two years older than her, and he shouldn't be restrained like this.

She turned on the lamp and pulled out the form to apply for an international exchange visa. The colorful Schengen documents were not very easy to read, so she studied the instructions in the translation dictionary and filled them out with a pencil next to the grid, checked them and then traced them with a carbon pen. By the time Wu Yun returned, she had already completed the application form and was laboriously transcribing it on the embassy's website. She wiped her glasses and wiped them down, making sure there were no spelling mistakes in these important documents. At this time, it is very suitable to do this, no one disturbs her, the dormitory and mobile phone are quiet, and the cat is sleeping.

By the time she finished her work, it was past midnight. The next day was not scheduled, and over-concentration made it difficult for her to sleep. She turned off the lights, put on headphones, listened to the looping tracks in her music favorites, and searched for her favorite literary movies. In such a moment of silence, those films that exaggerate too much of a slice of life seem real. It's the charm of the night, using darkness to cover everything she doesn't want to see, not caring about the passage of time, she can squander the hours before dawn, as long as it doesn't affect her two roommates. Life was finally only left with lonely emotions and a little confusion, those brocade flowers were pouring out their sadness in the moonlight, and she felt that Qin Hong's emotions were seeping into her heart little by little.

"That's not what I should be concerned about." She tried to free herself and casually opened a movie.

Rodin's Lover. In the 1988 French film, a talented young girl is mercilessly mocked by fate and love, and ends up losing everything. She hadn't heard such a story yet. It wasn't until the ending song began to play that the credits slid quickly past her eyes, and she still hadn't come back to her senses. After another moment, she closed her computer. She looked out the window at the moon that was sinking in the west, and when the morning star appeared, the sky would gradually turn white. This free night will gradually dissipate like the thick fog of the early morning. She cherished this moment of peace, but she didn't want to break her body, so she tiptoed back to the bed after weighing it.

She flipped out her phone and was about to turn it off, when she saw the letter prompt light in the upper right corner turning on repeatedly. She unlocked the screen and saw the message Wang Yi sent a few hours ago:

"Next Monday at 2 p.m., the preparatory meeting for exchange students will be held in the conference room on the second floor of the School of International Relations, don't forget to attend."