At night, the lights in the 212 dormitory were bright, and the three teenagers sat around and discussed something in full swing.

Chen Zi was the first to ask: "Mr. Xian, you have first-hand information about the freshman beauties every year, what is the situation this year?" Let's learn about the cute elementary school girls. Mao Xian closed his eyes and thought for a while, like a strategist with the armor in his belly, and then nodded and said, "Okay, let my little Zhuge talk to you." ”

Zhao Wu interjected: "Stop, there is still the next session of the air traffic control, I don't know what the situation is in our session, the building near the water will get the moon first, no matter how good the senior sister is, graduation will not be ours." Chen Zirate said with some annoyance: "Brother Wu, don't you know, the most beautiful is often the senior sister or junior sister, and the same class is always the ugliest." From his words, it is not difficult to hear that his heart is broken.

In the dormitory, Chen Zishu and Qiuhua are both liberal arts students, but most of the girls in Qiuhua's class are of good quality, and compared with Chen Shu's class, it is a world of difference. I don't know who proposed that "people who are ugly should study more," which is extremely correct in Chen Zi's class.

The little fat man in the class, once I don't know if it was a cerebral convulsion or something, asked the girls a question: "If our class is made into a movie, which one will be the most suitable for it?" A girl in the top tonnage of the class told him: "Of course, Dream of Red Mansions, the girls in it are talented, amorous, and most importantly, beautiful." ”

The little fat man nodded. At the end of class, he wrote down two names in grief, one was Dragon Nest and the other was a master of dragon training.

Mao Xian smiled mysteriously and said: "Not necessarily, although we have an overall bad review this year, there are still a few people who can enter the eyes of the old man, come, I will talk to you." ”

Qiuhua was reading a book on the side, he had no intention of participating in this kind of activity, this topic, Qiuhua wanted to know very much, you know, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy has almost no resistance to beautiful women, so he pretended to read, and his ears were already on standby.

Mao Xian suddenly said: "First of all, you have to ensure that today's words will not be leaked out, and secondly, you must be pious, you must not have a heart of non-separation, you must be sincere, understand?" The two men in front of them nodded undeniably.

Mao Xian nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "First of all, the first is well deserved, Tian Jingru. Starting from junior high school, he occupied the first place in the school flower list every year, and when he was a freshman in high school, he directly topped the school flower list of the second and third high school flowers of the same school. Second, Zheng Nan, the president of our school's taekwondo club. She is beautiful, has a sweet voice, and is known as a baby-sounding beauty. If it weren't for her kung fu, it is estimated that she would be at the top of the list. ”

"But her temper is really bad, last month a senior in high school called her 'baby voice beauty,' she twisted her hand, many people know, but her family seems to have an unusual background, and this matter has been suppressed. This is better to provoke less. By the way, there is also the ex-girlfriend of the fourth child, who was actually a dark horse at the time, but later did not squeeze into the top five. ”

Zhao Wu hurriedly stopped: "Xian, what are you talking about." ”

Mao Xian reacted at this time, he spoke without thinking, he was about to apologize to Qiu Hua, but he saw Qiu Hua sitting on the bed reading a book, unaffected. Mao Xian breathed a sigh of relief, Xu was too worried, and turned his head to continue the discussion. However, he didn't step on the thunder again this time.

What he said later, Qiu Hua didn't have the heart to listen to it at all. For Qiuhua. The name "Liu Ting" is his three-year memory, and he is hard to forget. There is a girl who said: First love is regrettable, and it is unforgettable.

Now that the relationship between the two has become a stranger, Qiu Hua has derived a kind of timidity, Qiu Hua can't tell what he is afraid of, he just thinks that it is good not to let her see him. Qiuhua hated such a sick self, but she was powerless to change it.

"Cheers!" Four and a half teenagers held a small birthday party for one of them in the dormitory. Qiuhua swears that this is the first time he has drunk. Qiuhua can't tell what it feels like, bitter, astringent, but by no means delicious. However, Qiuhua didn't refuse this taste much, and was even a little addicted, only feeling that after drinking the first cup, his brain was urging him to drink the second cup. After pushing the cup and changing the lamp a few times, Qiuhua was already a little drunk.

Mao Xian suddenly coaxed: "Fourth, tell us the story of you and Liu Ting, in fact, the brothers want to know." Chen Zishu also coaxed, and then another cup of yellow soup went down. It can be seen that the two of them are even more drunk.

If Qiuhua was on weekdays, she would never touch this topic, but today, somehow, I especially want to say it, maybe because I have been stuffy in my heart for too long. Zhao Wu drank the best, his mind was still sober, and he could see that the other three people in the dormitory were all a little drunk at the moment.

Afraid that Qiuhua would be unhappy in his heart, Zhao Wu hurriedly played a round: "Xiaohua, this is actually a private matter, it's okay not to say it." Actually, I want to know if Tian Xiaohua is really that beautiful? When Qiu Hua heard this, he shook his head and said, "Brother Wu, no, no, no, I'm still too willful these days, sometimes I can't sleep in the middle of the night, and I will affect you again." I guess I'd better say it, it would be better. ”

Mao Xian echoed: "Yes, yes, Brother Wu, we are helping... Help the fourth child heal the psychological trauma, there is a backlog of emotions, blocked, blocked, blocked, of course, it has to be sparse. ”

Qiuhua said while drinking: "Actually, I was a junior high school classmate with her, and in the second year of junior high school, she often came to me to ask questions, and she slowly became familiar with it." However, you know, at this stage of love, you will definitely be opposed.

So I never dared to take the initiative to talk about it, until that day, we went home from school together as usual, the difference is that she wore a white dress that day, it was really cute. It was also on that day that she showed her heart to me, and I knew that I had actually fallen. I grew up listening to my mom, and this was the only time I rebelled.

Our love, like most people, is ordinary and simple, in fact, I don't know if it counts as love. ”

After being silent for a while, Qiu Hua suddenly choked up, Qiu Hua didn't feel awkward, this was the feeling he wanted most at the moment. Zhao Wu didn't speak, handed a glass of wine to him, and the wine in his hand had already been drunk.

There was snoring like thunder in the dormitory, and it turned out that Chen Zishu and Mao Xian had already fallen down from alcohol. Qiuhua took the wine glass and tilted her neck without hesitation. The thunder outside the house was loud, and the two of them drank each other in the dormitory, so happy. Of course, there is no pride like green plum boiled wine, and tonight's wine table is full of sadness.

Young people's love is as beautiful as a flower, but it is also as fragile as a flower. Somewhere in the city, an unknown little flower, finally overwhelmed, fell to the ground, and before it could get up, countless flying swords mercilessly passed through it, rubbing it into the dirt...

Gluttony will suffer from the sin of toothache, and greed for cups should also anticipate physical and mental exhaustion the next day. Qiuhua got up in the morning, with a splitting headache, not only that, but also had a severe cold, it should have been a cold after drinking and sleeping yesterday and forgetting to cover the quilt.

The other three people in the dormitory were no better, and the dormitory was also a mess, and it took a lot of work for the four of them to clean up, and when everything was done, they really couldn't muster up the strength to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

A beautiful Saturday, of course, should be greeted with the most perfect "lying corpse" ceremony. Qiuhua recalled the past, physically and mentally exhausted, but he just couldn't sleep. Then, he picked up the pen and paper again, and the lump in his chest had turned into a clear word:

"Little Heavy Mountain"

In the past, Wenjun occasionally heard the qin,

When the turbid wine is sold, the knot is concentric.

Today's people alone know the white head and groan,

The dream is cold, and the desire is overwhelming.

The north wind invades the hometown.

In the night, the flute tube rises, and the lovesickness is any.

The Ming Dynasty was red and green.

Looking at the road, the grass is deep. ”