At the end of the macroeconomics class in the afternoon, Chen Ying walked out of the science teaching building alone with her schoolbag. The lead-gray sky was overcast, the air was extraordinarily heavy, and the low pressure was a little breathless. At this time, most of the trees were bare, and only the dry branches were exposed, which was described as standing on the side of the road, and the scene was very bleak. The cold wind blew across his face like a knife, and the campus was full of hurried figures. Chen Ying stood at the door of the teaching building, wrapped the white scarf a little tighter, and mustered up the courage to plunge into the crowd.

When passing by the basketball court, she subconsciously looked at it, because when the weather was good, Qin Hong would wait for her while playing here. If he saw her approaching, he would wave to her from afar, despite the fierce competition and the sweat on his face. Then he ran to her in the surprised eyes of passers-by, took her in his arms, and kept kissing her on the forehead until she smiled embarrassedly and pushed him away. Then they would hold hands and go to the cafeteria or dormitory, and along the way he would gleefully recount every little thing that had just happened, while she listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two. Sometimes she deliberately hides in the corner to observe him, watching him jump up and down for a rebound, dodging left and right when passing with the ball, and when he is really forced to do nothing, she will try to shoot a three-pointer in desperation. She likes to see him work hard, and if he loses that game, it doesn't detract from his place in her heart. At this time, she would pretend that she had just come over and didn't know anything, hand him a bottle of mineral water, and help him wipe the sweat from his cheeks.

The wind swept a few dead leaves and sandy dust swirling here, and today's basketball court was deserted and there was no one left. The net hanging from the edge of the basket was so worn out that it was no longer visible in its original color, and it swayed in the wind, becoming more and more tangled and messy. The ancient building next to it is very quiet, and the swallows have already flown south, as if the hustle and bustle of the past is just a distant memory. The lawn on the opposite side has been half yellowed, and it is no longer a place for various clubs. It seems that everything in the world has come to a standstill with the arrival of winter, and only time is still rushing forward on a fixed track.

Chen Ying returned to the dormitory and began to clean up the waste accumulated during the week, and put several old clothes that had been turned out in the previous two days into her bag. It took a lot of effort for her to finally drag hundreds of bottles down the stairs, and then moved them to the door of Boss Guo's store little by little against the cold wind. She jumped up a few steps briskly and patted the glass door with the words "print copy" printed on it.

"Chen Ying is here?" When the proprietress saw her, she put down the paper cutter in her hand and quickly opened the door.

"yes." Chen Ying said and handed over the clothes, "Here are a few old clothes - I think it's pretty good - wash them and bring them over, and take them to the two children to wear." ”

The eldest was busy copying materials, the second was binding papers on one side, and both of them were wearing large blue aprons with various tools in the pockets in front of the aprons. They went about their work neatly, nodded to her, and casually called out to their sister.

"The older you are, the more ignorant you are, and you don't know how to say thank you. I took it for them, thank you. The boss said and glanced out at the big plastic bag placed next to the door, "You got it alone?" How many bottles is this? ”

"There are one hundred and fifty in total, I have counted them all, they are all the kind of plastic bottles or cans you want, I don't believe you can count them again." Chen Ying said clearly.

"Don't count it, a dime, that's a total of fifteen dollars. Well, it's fifteen dollars, you take it. He said as he dug out the money from his worn-out black fanny pack, and handed her as many clean as he could from the pile of bills, as if he was afraid that she would be angry with the dirty bills. She smiled and put it away, and with him lifted the big bag onto the tricycle behind her, then waved at them and walked towards the library.

Walking into the warm reading room, she finally found a heated position, took off her gloves and clung to the radiator. The temperature gradually came, and the frozen fingertips began to feel it. She pressed the computer boot button, gave a bottle of hot water, held the water bottle in both hands, and reviewed the recent events in the training class while waiting for the computer to start. She remembered that she was arrogant at the beginning, then she was discouraged by the sheer number of words, and now practice makes perfect. She quickly created a WORD document on her computer desktop and typed briskly.

It was getting dark, and Chen Ying didn't know how long she had been sitting in the library. She had finished the manuscript and was working on the details, figuring out how to polish the words more delicately. She revised it several times, not noticing that the person sitting next to her was almost gone.

"You're here too?" A familiar voice sounded from behind Chen Ying, Liang Jing walked over, stared at the screen carefully for a while, and said, "Are you writing an essay?" ”

"yes." Chen Ying finally sent out the essay. She raised her head and moved her cervical spine, looked at the few books that Liang Jing held in her hand and said, "Are you going to eat?" ”

"yes, what about you?"

"So—let's go together."

"Where's your one?" Liang Jing asked deliberately.

"Oh my God, I completely forgot." She pulled out her phone, which had been set to silent, and saw that there were four missed calls and a dozen text messages inside. She felt herself being seized by a sense of guilt for a moment, and she read the text messages one by one, and the more she read, the more sorry she felt. By the time she saw the last one, the mood turned into a deep sense of guilt.

"What's wrong?" Liang Jing saw her expression and curiously leaned over to find out what was going on.

"He said — he'd been looking for me all over the school and waiting for me downstairs in our dorm — and he got so cold that he couldn't stand it anymore and went back to his dorm first. He told me to get back to him as soon as I was free—" Chen Ying said hurriedly.

"So you're together?" Liang Jing said with a smile. Her expression made Chen Ying feel at a loss.

"yes." Chen Ying had no choice but to admit it.

"Can you take me to meet him?"

"Didn't you see him last time he went to take a test?"

"It's been too long to remember."

"Then I'll ask him out and let's have dinner together?"

"Okay."

Liang Jing said and grabbed Chen Ying's arm and urged her to hurry up and pack her things. They walked out of the library holding hands with each other, only to find that the school was snowing heavily. In the field of vision, there is a white expanse everywhere, and the pines and cypresses in the distance and the ancient temples in the near distance are all dressed in white. The sun had already set, and the lead-gray sky was even darker at this point. The snow on the ground obscured the edges of the road, making it impossible to distinguish between the path and the lawn. They trudged through the snow below their feet, their cheeks red from the cold, and their fingers quickly disobeyed. The two girls snuggled up to each other and returned to the girls' building, hurriedly swiping through the access card and burrowing into the warm corridor. Because of the different departments, they live on different floors. Chen Ying and Liang Jing made an appointment to meet in the hall downstairs, and walked quickly to their bedroom. Ignoring the fog attached to her glasses, she pushed open the pale green dorm door and walked inside.