Q University.

Youqin dragged the bulky suitcase and followed Xiong Lan with a sullen head,

"I'll take you to the dormitory first, and you pack your luggage first."

"Okay." Youqin replied in a low voice, looking up at Xiong Lan secretly: not counting outstanding facial features, he is very tall, with wheat-colored skin, with a formal suit, and his black hair is pulled into a bun, and he inexplicably has a sense of righteousness. But the earlobes are long and soft, in the words of the old man, it is "Buddha", and it is blessed.

It didn't seem to take long, "It's here." Xiong Lan opened the door of the dormitory and looked back at Youqin, only to see the latter frowning and thinking bitterly,

"Elementary school girl, what do you want?"

A thick Beijing accent pulled Youqin's thoughts back, and shook his hand in a panic, "I didn't think about anything, I didn't think about anything, I was just remembering the way." ”

Xiong Lan couldn't help laughing, and helplessly smoothed the broken hair in her ear, "What do you remember, turn left when you come in at the gate, keep walking, turn right when you come to the fork in the road, and then keep walking, won't you just arrive." ”

There is Qin Hanyan, "I'm sorry", a soft and glutinous apology.

"What is there to apologize for~" Xiong Lan smiled, "After cleaning up and resting, I have to pick up other freshmen, so I won't help you clean up!" ”

"Well, okay, I'll be fine soon." Youqin nodded.

Xiong Lan looked at Youqin, and noticed Youqin at a glance at the orientation point just now. Fair-skinned, thin and tall, there is no bright spot in the eyebrows and eyes, but when combined together, they are gentle like a puddle of water, not very beautiful, but unusually eye-catching. Xiong Lan only felt that this little girl was like a kind of tea food in City B - the donkey rolled, soft and glutinous, which made people like it when they saw it, and couldn't help but reach out and pat Youqin's shoulder before turning away.

It wasn't until Xiong Lan walked away that Qin dragged the big bags into the room and hurriedly sorted them out.

This is a quadruple dormitory of about 20 square meters, and the washing is in the common bathroom. Entering the door is the bed, Qin's bed is by the window, there is no plane tree often seen in novels outside the window, as far as the eye can see, there is only a one-way asphalt road. On the balcony was a large old-fashioned square table with four kettles standing in a row, and an elderly little swan washing machine next to the table.

About half an hour later, when Youqin smoothed out the sheets and tucked them into the cracks of the bed, this "huge" finishing project was finally completed.

Sitting on the newly made bed, Youqin took out his mobile phone, except for a message from his mother that "settled down and called back", there was no unread message, which was expected.

Qin was distracted, smiled self-deprecatingly, and got up and went out, planning to buy some daily necessities.

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It was almost evening, and the autumn wind was stiff and the chill invaded.

As soon as he left the dormitory door, a gust of cold wind blew, and Qin unconsciously shrank his neck, lowered his head and hugged himself, and quickened his pace.

As soon as I got out of the dormitory, "I don't have much to say, I've already said what I should have said." ”

It's a familiar voice, and Qin subconsciously slowed down, although listening to other people's corners is not very bright.

"Why?" The girl was full of crying.

"No reason, you should be blind and go."

Is this the legendary scumbag? You Qin couldn't help frowning, and looked over, it was the person he had just met at the station!

At this time, he was standing in the halo of the backlight of the setting sun, and his body seemed to be plated with a circle of light. As if there was a sigh, the wind stirred up the color of the backlight at a low speed, so that You Qin couldn't see in front of him, behind him, the surrounding scenery, the lights in the distance, and whether the light after milliseconds was different from this moment.

And he didn't notice Youqin standing stupidly, he just hung up the phone, put it in his trouser pocket, passed by Youqin, and left.

The east monarch falls, and the shallow rattle string beauty leans.

The stars rise slightly, and the breeze is like nine songs.

Youqin rubbed these two lines of poetry back and forth in his heart, shook his head, how did he change the water and soil, as if he had become a nymphomaniac, Youqin smiled and continued to bury his head forward......