In June, the sun is blazing.

The college campus is in full swing, and another class of students is about to graduate and enter the society, and all kinds of emotions are intertwined, forming a unique college graduation season culture.

Lan Yi is a graduate of H University majoring in business administration, and the six sisters in the dormitory have also reached the time of separation, two of the six sisters stay in school for graduate school, three work in the city, and only the third has to go back to their hometown to find a job, which is better than other dormitories.

Today is the last day of leaving school, Lan Yi helped everyone carry their luggage downstairs, this hateful dormitory has no elevator, and she also goes up and down the stairs many times a day with thin legs, at this time it is already evening, people go to the empty building, leaving only garbage and complaining aunts, Lan Yi has no nature to stay.

Finally looking back at the dormitory where she had lived for four years, Lan Yi took off the wall and rolled up Lord Sesshomaru, holding her poor luggage to the graduate dormitory building not far from the current dormitory, she still has to live there for three years and continue her own path of study.

"The scenery is similar every year, the people are different every year, and life has been sad and parting since ancient times." She hugged her quilt and walked to the back of the building, quite a little sad. She likes poetry and thinks it is amazing to be able to describe a magnificent picture in a few simple words or words. So since she was a child, she was like a poet, and she originally planned to study Chinese in college, but she didn't like politics very much in high school, and chose to study science, and the university accidentally got to this major now, but this did not melt her enthusiasm for wanting to be a poet.

"Lan Yi, the dormitory building has passed." A deep voice interrupted her train of thought, Lan Yi frowned and looked up to see Yu Zhihui standing beside her at some point.

Lan Yi realized that she was going the wrong way again, and was heading towards the cafeteria behind the graduate dormitory building, and now it was time for lunch, and the people came and went as she thought it was a senior parting.

"Senior brother, you didn't go to the library?" Yu Zhihui is a book friend that Lan Yi met in the library, one year higher than herself, and stayed in school for graduate school last year, but she is an astronomy major, and she is very envious.

"Well, we'll leave early next month, are you ready?" Yu Zhihui took her package as he spoke, and gave her a piece of paper, "Here are some things to bring, you check to see what you still lack, we can go buy together." ”

"Thank you, brother, I was still thinking of asking what you brought." Lan Yi looked at the words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the note in his hand, and suddenly felt embarrassed, "Senior brother, don't worry, I will gather on time." ”

It would take more than three months for graduate school to start, so she didn't know what to do because she was used to going to class and going to the library. Yu Zhihui said that they went to Huangshan for internship and research during the holiday, and asked her if she wanted to be together, and she agreed. Needless to say, the beauty of Huangshan is better to see.

She was envious of those backpackers, but she was so obsessed with the road that she never went to strange places without acquaintances.

Moreover, travel should be like a walk in the garden, walk around at will, stop and look at the scenery you like, and then choose a stick pen at your favorite angle with an impromptu poem. She firmly believes that she is not a nerd, but others like to go shopping, buy clothes and have boyfriends, she likes classical culture, and her hobbies are different.

A few days later, Lan Yi stood on the top of the Lotus Peak of Huangshan Mountain, blowing the mountain breeze, and sighed: "Xu Xiake is right, the famous mountains at home and abroad are not as good as the Yellow Mountains of Hui. Climb the Yellow Mountain, there is no mountain in the world, and the view is stopped! ”

The light rain had just swept over, and the Yellow Mountain seemed clearer and clearer, Lan Yi found a flat rock and planned to eat something, she was very tired from climbing the mountain, she only brought a bag of biscuits and mineral water in order to reduce the weight. At the foot of the Yellow Mountain, Yu Zhihui's companion was politely refused, and Lan Yi walked over the mountain by herself, and now she has not eaten for six or seven hours.

"Hey, is this Whelan?" Lan Yi found a clump of grass on the edge of the stone, the leaves were about 30 cm long, lush, dotted with a few light yellow-green flowers, the slightest fragrance accompanied by the unique refreshing smell of the mountain after the rain, it was very comfortable. Lan Yi decided to go around the rocks at the top of the mountain, maybe she was lucky enough to find a rare orchid or two. She walked a few laps around the rocks, and gradually approached the side of the mountain, and then, in sorrow, fell down on the slippery feet, and fell headlong on the stones.

Lan Yi didn't faint, she sat up dizzily, felt some pain in the back of her head, reached out and touched it, and found a bag the size of a dollar coin in her hair, she couldn't help but be afraid.

"It's good that it's not on the edge of the world, otherwise I might have to go down to find the secret path of the Ming Sect!" Lan Yi touched her head again, "No, how do I remember that I hit my forehead, how did I go to the back of the wrap?" ”

"Wow......"

Lan Yi heard the baby's unique cry, and suddenly felt creepy, and secretly thought, didn't she meet a mountain ghost? It's clear that you're on the top of the mountain!

"Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he spends a qiē suffering ......", Lan Yi trembled and recited the Heart Sutra, which she did involuntarily every time she was young.

"Wow...... Mother......" The cry came again, Lan Yi clearly recognized that the voice was behind her, she jumped up and wanted to run forward, but she tripped over her skirt. Skirt?! Lan Yi subconsciously looked down at the well-fitting light green shirt and thin white embroidered long skirt that were worn on her body. Lan Yi has never worn a skirt since she started riding a bicycle to school in the fifth grade of primary school, it is still such a classical and beautiful skirt, she mechanically reached out and touched it, the feel is real, well, it feels good, better than her jeans.

"Ah......h What's going on?

"Wow...... Niangniang ...... "The baby's cry continued, and Lan Yi realized that she was in a daze again and forgot the occasion!"

"Hmm...... Ahem, cough ......" A few faint low coughs of the woman sounded from behind her, "Chun Tao, where did you fall?" ”

Lan Yi felt that this voice was very familiar, and subconsciously turned around and saw a beautiful woman in ancient costume lying on the ground, her black hair was slightly scattered, with a white horn crown comb tied to her high bun, a white silk flower pinned to her ear, a white brocade on a black background and embroidered lace single cardigan, and a white printed Luo pleated skirt on the lower body, her face was pale and bloodshot at the corners of her mouth, and she was looking at herself with a pair of apricot eyes. The woman's right arm is surrounded by a baby who is nearly one year old, dressed in white silk, dancing and crying, and her white fat little face is crawling with snot and tears, which is very distressing to watch.

"Is this worn, or is it a trick to be blinded by the mountain ghost?" Lan Yi muttered in her heart, don't be surprised, this kid studied Chu Ci some time ago, and he liked the chapter "Mountain Ghost" in Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs" very much, and he also specialized in studying what a mountain ghost is, so he has such an idea.

Lan Yi reached out and pinched her face, there was pain, it seemed that she was wearing it! She couldn't hold back her tears:

"God, evil spirit, don't I just hit the stone, this can also be worn! I'm going back, don't be so ashamed to lie on a rock and die! ”

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