"Whew~"

In the toilet in the dormitory, Chen Rundong took a deep puff of cigarette, only to feel a sense of relief that seemed to come to his heart, slightly relieving the fatigue after cleaning up in the dormitory.

It can only be said that going to a university in a distant province is indeed an extremely mind-consuming thing.

It took a few hours to take the high-speed train, and I took a taxi, and I came to Erben in this distant province non-stop. Immediately afterwards, the bed in the bedroom was cleaned up, from sunrise to sunset, Chen Rundong had no time to rest.

The fatigue of the journey made Chen Rundong tired to a point.

Chen Rundong now just wants to take a shower and go to bed, and even plans to eat a little bit of dinner, or simply skip it.

Smoking a cigarette, Chen Rundong glanced at the smokers in the toilet, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Although it is a two-book school, it is actually much worse than the conditions of most junior colleges, and the teaching conditions are also very backward, perhaps the biggest advantage compared to junior colleges, is that the tuition fee is much lower, and a bachelor's diploma.

And most of the students in it are diverse, and there are many smokers like Chen Rundong.

However, although Chen Rundong is also a smoker, he always can't help but despise these people who have become addicted to smoking at a young age.

Of course, in fact, Chen Rundong has not been addicted to smoking for a long time, and I don't remember when it started, but I remember that it was my third year of high school.

In his third year of high school, Chen Rundong completely gave up his studies for a period of time, relying on his fame on the short video platform, and started a late-night game anchor, which also became popular for a while, but was forced to stop the live broadcast because of something.

It seems that from the period of depression after the suspension of broadcasting, Chen Rundong became addicted to smoking, and at the same time, the whole person also fell into a trough, and all aspects plummeted.

In the end, relying on some of the learning foundation accumulated before, Chen Rundong was admitted to the second school in this distant province.

Turning back from his thoughts, Chen Rundong had unconsciously finished smoking the cigarette in his hand and threw the remaining cigarette butts into the trash can.

He walked past the smokers in the toilet and went back to his bedroom.

Because there is no independent bathroom, the whole bedroom is just a small room, in addition to the 6 tables and beds next to each other, there is only a narrow cement aisle, and the wall is densely pasted with posters left by seniors who don't know how many years ago, which have long been yellowed.

The rest of the dormitory were from the province, so they arrived yesterday, and at this point, they had already gone to the cafeteria to eat together.

The bedroom was empty, and Chen Rundong walked into it, inexplicably experiencing a taste called loneliness, but then he shook off his thoughts and laughed at himself in his heart, when did he Chen Rundong become so sentimental.

Opening the old cabinet door, with a creaking sound from the cabinet door, Chen Rundong pulled out a few pieces of clothing inside, intending to walk towards the bathroom outside the bedroom.

But after only taking a few steps, Chen Rundong suddenly felt that something was not right, and there seemed to be a hard thing in the pocket of the jacket he took out.

Chen Rundong lowered his head suspiciously, and reached out to take out the hard object in his pocket.

It's a small book.

The book as a whole is pink.,There's a faint girlish feeling.。

Chen Rundong recalled it carefully, but found that he had no impression of this book in his mind at all.

With a mind full of doubts, Chen Rundong opened the book at will.

[On September 11th, he fell asleep in high math class, in order to prevent him from being discovered by the teacher, I deliberately put a few more books on his desk, hehe, I am such a clever ghost... He ate ...... at noon]

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[On September 22, he didn't write his homework today, so he borrowed my homework to copy ......]

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[On October 8th, he didn't finish his homework again, but fortunately, although I stayed up late yesterday to watch the live broadcast and was a little sleepy, I still finished my homework......]

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The content on the book looks like a diary, but in fact, there is no half of a sentence written about his own life, and everything is written about "him".

Chen Rundong flipped through it casually, but he turned directly to the last page.

[Chen Rundong, I like you for a long time. ----Shen Lianchu]

Bang~

The book fell, the boy's heart was also messed up, a pretty face appeared in his mind, and at the same time, bits and pieces of memories seemed to suddenly come from those corners of the memory, and finally converged.

The young man looked out the window blankly, the sky was already dark for some time, a few shadowy trees swaying in the wind, unable to see the specifics, a few cicadas at the end of summer chirping, but scattered, weak.

The wind outside the window blew into the bedroom, blowing through the yellowed posters in the corners of the walls, lifting the somewhat wrinkled corners of the posters.

The memories that were floating in the boy's mind seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Chen Rundong put back the clothes and notebook in his hand, took out a cigarette and walked to the toilet.

Even if you know, so what?

The girl who silently confessed on the last page of the book had already died in a plane crash, and everything could not come again.

So what's the point of thinking about it again?

Chen Rundong nestled in a corner of the toilet, smoking a cigarette, thinking like this.

It's just that I really want to say something if I can.

I like you too, for a long time...