This night, Zhu Beichen was still lying on the stiff wooden bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. The three men in the dormitory experienced university life for the first time, and happily chatted about the night in the dormitory after the lights were turned off.

"Beichen, those two beautiful seniors in the cafeteria today are sophomores, how did you meet?" I don't know why they suddenly turned around collectively, Zhang Wei asked Zhu Beichen in bed No. 2 with great interest. The other two also chimed in and asked him to confess the case.

"It's nothing, I met when I was orientation." Zhu Beichen's tone was filled with a sense of sleepiness, and his pronunciation and wording were deliberately pretended to be in a confused tone.

For fear that this curious thing would get to the bottom of it, he quickly pretended to fall asleep. He really didn't want to bother to explain this kind of topic, and the bottom of his money was going to be seen in a few days, and he had deeper sorrows.

The servants really have no bottom line, and continue to interrogate me sentence by sentence, the two women today left a deep impression on them, and even fireworks in the world cannot give birth to such a stunning feeling.

But no matter what they say, what they respond to is Zhu Beichen's low and regular voice.

This goods are loading, this is the unanimous evaluation in everyone's hearts.

Zhu Beichen was thinking about what happened on the train that night, and he needed to recall and sort it out in detail.

Those inexplicable events left him with too many mysteries.

He remembered that when he got off the train that night, the obscene person jumped off the train and rubbed himself, it should have been at that time, the bag containing tuition and living expenses that he was close to was stolen by this goods.

Zhu Beichen's eyes were red, and he couldn't suppress the grievances in his heart. Only in the darkness can others not see the tears in their eyes clearly.

He doesn't like to cry in front of people, but after all, he is still a child who has just turned eighteen, and the money is not easy to get, and it is difficult for him to study, and the future may be even more difficult because of this.

In the women's dormitory, the women, like the boys, are engaged in the important topic of night chat, which has been a long-established atmosphere on the university campus.

The soft orange glow of the lamp with the battery reflects on the corner of the bedroom, the only place in the dark room that is lit.

Xia Xue sat at the desk in thin pajamas and carefully recorded the trivial matters of the day, and the light became hazy and light in the night, still with the wisps of bangs, half covering Xia Xue's beautiful eyes.

"Beauty, you're so beautiful tonight, like a female ghost." The three of them in the bedroom had already climbed into bed, and Lin Chen looked at Xia Xue in the light in a daze, joking and joking.

"Chenchen, tell us the story of today's beautiful girl." This is the eldest sister in Xia Xue's bedroom, named Fu Zihan, and Lin Chen is the youngest of everyone, followed by Xia Xue.

This kind of topic is always indispensable in the night chat in the dormitory of the university, but it is also the favorite topic of the night chat members, digging deep into the privacy of others, and chatting about the comfort of college life day after day.

"Well, where to start, the story of that money fan." Lin Chen hid in the quilt and confided thoughtfully.

"Hey, what a story about money fans, let's hear it." Jiang Meng, who was tightly covered with a thin quilt, stopped fiddling with his mobile phone, and also became interested.

"You haven't heard of it, not long after the college entrance examination results came out, there is a way that the champion has just come out that year, and media friends are rushing to the 100,000 mountains, that scene, oops. Beichen thought, if you want to interview, it's actually not a big deal, but you can't always work voluntarily, so I discussed with reporter friends, how much to pay for the manuscript or something, and also stipulated that only interviews are allowed, not photographs. Later, I heard that the kid had tens of thousands of dollars for those reporters, and some said that it was hundreds of thousands. ”

Like a seasoned storyteller, Lin Chen recounted with great interest the news he saw on the Internet.

"Ouch, that's really a money fan, under the interview, he can open his mouth to ask for money." Jiang Meng made a selfless comment after listening.

Xia Xue closed the diary vigorously and slapped the notebook on the desk.

Syllable!

This sound interrupted the chatter of the crowd. It also threw this dormitory into an infinite silence.

The light went out, Xia Xue also climbed into bed, and said coldly before going to bed, you don't understand him at all.

Everyone in this room is wealthy, and the worst are ordinary middle-class families. These rich daughters will not know how a boy who has not had enough to eat since he was a child survives to college. They only see the side of his philistine, and they may not understand what the root of his philistine is.

By the light of her mobile phone, Xia Xue opened the book placed on the bedside, which was a notebook with many excerpts from it, each article accurately recorded the year and date, and the author's signature was the same person.

It was a record that I had been making since I was a freshman in high school, and Zhu Beichen's articles were copied word by word from many different magazines and periodicals, paying attention to every detail of this boy's growth, from the initial obscure and shy language to the later meticulous tenderness.

Finally, in this year, he graduated, and the article became more magnificent.

Over the years, he has always maintained his writing habits, and always likes to leave the sentence "The star of the north star, the majestic peak" at the end of the article, in the form of a postscript. "He is alone, he always stands on the most dazzling heights, and he is not able to withstand the cold waves.

Just like holding a treasure, Xia Xue fell asleep with the thick notebook in her arms.

This night, Zhu Beichen had that dream again, it was still that familiar era, it was still the big tent of the Chinese army, and he was still in deep thought before the silver-clad general took the seal box, and he missed something again, and his heart was empty.

Dreams bring people a fantasy divergent mind, especially when a dream is repeated again and again.

This time, it seems to be different from before, what is the difference?

The eyes of the silver-clad general looked into the air of the tent. His face was shrouded in a gray mist, which always made Zhu Beichen unable to see his appearance clearly.

But he's laughing, he's smiling wickedly at himself. Did he see me?

The dream was broken here, and the scenes behind it were not repeated one by one.

Zhu Beichen woke up from his dream, his body trembling. It was a fear from the inside out, and his whole body was shaking, and cold sweat soaked through his clothes.

Grandpa said it when he was young. Dreams are all reactions to the real world, subconsciously influencing people, and the result will be a complete transformation of oneself.

I got up and walked into the bathroom of the dormitory, and the cold water washed over and over my face over and over again, until the chill of the night completely suppressed the fear in my heart. Only then did he slowly wipe off the water marks on his body and walked out of the room wearing a brand new dress.

There was still more than an hour before dawn, and Zhu Beichen swept past the sleeping building manager and carefully pushed open the door of the dormitory building.

Everything outside the building was still shrouded in darkness, and the faint light cast by the street lamps spread on the ground.

This is also the time when the air in the city is at its best.

Walking along the straight school road, walking without a purpose, he no longer dared to think about that dream, no matter how difficult the predicament was, there was always an unyielding will to overcome it. But for the first time, he felt powerless in fear of this unknown deep into his subconscious.

It was dawn, and after sweeping away the gloom and gloom in his heart, Zhu Beichen felt a lot calmer.

There was a sparse flow of people on campus, and occasionally some old people who got up early could be seen exercising in the grass of the campus. The campus is built on the outskirts of the city, and the planting of trees in a large green belt and the excavation of artificial lakes make this modern campus full of life.

Zhu Beichen couldn't help but stop and pay attention to the old man in front of him who was exercising in the morning. The old man rolled down his white beard, his face rose rosy with the movement of his body, and the old man waved Tai Chi in a dashing posture.

The city itself is known as the birthplace of tai chi, which is one of the compulsory physical education programs for students at this school.

The strange thing is that Tai Chi pays attention to the gentle and smooth movements, but this old man wields extremely fast, and each move is continuous and beautiful, and he can't see a little panting, which arouses his strong interest.

He followed the old man's movements in the same way, and learned in a good way, the old man's movements were very fast, he was stunned to use his eyes and hands at the same time, and his brain was quickly calculating and coordinating the movements of the body, so that he could keep up with the pace of the old man, and a set of punches was not over, but he was already out of breath and weak, and sat directly on the grass. The old man also found out that Zhu Beichen was stealing teachers openly on the side, and he didn't reprimand him, he still exercised by himself, and the young man was tossing on the side.

Zhu Beichen doesn't have much interest in martial arts itself, but his physique has been poor since he was a child, although he often climbed mountains and fished when he was a child, but his foundation was not good, and illness became a common thing, and more often he relied on stubbornness.

Zhu Beichen silently watched the old man's practice, carefully forcing himself to write down these movements, and finally calculated that there were a full 83 styles, many of which were still repeated, and he was stunned to make himself a little dizzy, but he only remembered a rough idea.

Since he was discharged from the hospital, he has always felt that his previous life in the mountains, his physique that had improved slightly from his previous exercises, has also become fragile during this time, and he often feels tired, and he desperately hopes that all this can change.

After buying two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk from the restaurant, Zhu Beichen looked at the large electronic screen in front of the restaurant and informed the freshmen of this class to rush to their respective college buildings at 3 p.m. to attend the first meeting for admission.

Wrapped in a full stomach, Zhu Beichen walked comfortably on the edge of Xinyue Lake, the morning breeze blowing, listening to the voices, it is rare that this hazy sky appears blue.

On an arched bridge in the distance, a female student holds a book and reads intently in the morning. A white dress rises in the wind, and the scenery of the entire campus behind her is accompanying the girl's scene.

That kind of pride, that confidence and tranquility, the syllables of the words of the chapters are like the chords of the piano, gentle and natural.

"Clever smile, beautiful eyes."

In Zhu Beichen's eyes, he seemed to have grasped something, throbbing and fearful.

That look, that look. It's her, it's Qingwen! Disappearing girl.

The bridge in the distance was long gone, and I could vaguely feel a white figure burrowing into the rush of people.

She disappeared again. Zhu Beichen was lost, and he lost something.