I vaguely remember that when I was in my third year of college, I had a brief student love with a senior in the economics department who was a year older than me, but unfortunately this relationship only lasted for three months before it disappeared due to the graduation of this senior sister. The senior sister's name was Zheng Ying, and when she went to Inner Mongolia (her hometown was in Inner Mongolia), she also invited me to the then more upscale H Zhou Mansion (in fact, it is also more upscale now) for a breakup dinner. I gave her a cassette of Chen Baixiang as a souvenir, and as it happens, she also sent me a cassette of tapes as a souvenir, but it was just a cassette of Chan Wai Hsien.

Since then, I have gone our separate ways with my only officially recognized (i.e., recognized) lover from my college days, never to see each other again.

Now that I think about it, it seems that there is no bottomless emotional entanglement with that senior sister, at most, it is just a kiss and a hand? But the fragments of memory still remain in my mind, and when I led Zhao Xiaoxuan to the lecture hall on the first floor of the east, those fragments seemed to begin to recreate the scenes of the past.

When I was a junior in my junior year, my sister Zheng Ying and I often went to this lecture hall on the fifth floor for evening self-study, and we usually sat in the last row, which was convenient for us to slip away at any time, and it was convenient for us to go to the toilet to buy something. Zheng Ying was a year older and would be very considerate to bring mosquito coils (it was early summer), chewing gum and cola, and even buy me a pack of Jian brand cigarettes. In fact, I smoke completely for pose, and I often don't finish a pack of cigarettes for a month, and I don't smoke anymore after breaking up with Zheng Ying.

Now he and Zhao Xiaoxuan are sitting in the last row of seats again, but they think of Zheng Ying. I have the impression that she often wears pink shirts and has a pair of beautiful legs, of course, Xiao Xuan is not Zheng Ying after all, who knows if she will meet a similar Zheng Ying again in two years, or Zheng Ying herself.

I hesitated for a while, and then said to Xiao Xuan: "I want to meet a senior of a literary club in the evening, or you can go with me." ”

Xiao Xuan agreed with a happy smile, and said: "The literary club must be very interesting, and it must be very helpful to improve my literary level by often being able to communicate with these seniors with outstanding literary talents." ”

Xiao Xuan said to me very seriously: "Zhou Xu, I think the university is another world, it is too interesting and rich here, I really want to read and write with you in this world." As you know, I also love writing, even if it's too good to be compared to you. I've always felt that you were the best writer in my class at that time, and I've always enjoyed reading your poetry and prose. ”

I said thank you for being a bosom friend. Otherwise, let's go to the senior now, maybe he's in the dormitory, in that case, let's just invite him to dinner in the evening."

Xiao Xuan applauded.

Du Qing's dormitory is actually in a building in front of the school's Youth League headquarters, which is a dormitory for senior students, which is obviously cleaner and quieter than the dormitory for junior students. When Zhao Xiaoxuan and I walked in, it also caused a little commotion, the seniors have seen the world in the end, not like us junior boys who make a fuss when they see beautiful and fashionable girls, but after all, Xiaoxuan's clothing was too revealing at the time, so it still made the eyes of those senior boys shine for a few seconds.

Du Qing was reading a book, and when he saw me coming, he politely smiled and asked me to sit down, and there were obviously more chairs in their bedroom than in ours. Seeing Zhao Xiaoxuan, he was a little surprised at first, and then smiled politely.

I introduced this to my high school classmate Zhao Xiaoxuan, and I also introduced to Xiaoxuan that this is the president of our Yuxin Literature Club. Xiao Xuan immediately warmly wanted to shake hands with the president, Du Qing shook hands slowly, I saw that when he shook Xiao Xuan's white and soft hands, his wrists were trembling, and I couldn't help but feel funny.

Then let's get down to business, Du Qing first said that he has already seen my works, especially the poems are particularly brilliantly written, have a very unique personality, and are completely different from the general style of university poetry in some poetry language and style, in short, it is very special, which he rarely sees. Then he asked me if I wanted to go to the Literary Society to be a responsible editor first, responsible for the editing and collection of the poetry section.

I expressed my gratitude for this and said that I would like to do something for the Literary Society, but I am a freshman and I don't know much about the journal, and I hope to get more guidance from my seniors.

Du Qing smiled and said no problem, Chen Yifan is very experienced in editing journals, and he will contact me when necessary.

"By the way, do you know that there is a girl named Bao Lina in the journalism department?" He asked suddenly.

I was startled, and almost screamed uncontrollably: Bao Lina? She's in the Department of Journalism?

But instead of shouting out immediately, I tried to calm my emotions as much as I could, thought for a moment and said, "I don't know." "Of course I don't know her now, in terms of planning, in terms of God's arrangement, this Bao Lina should have been known when I watched the video, but God changed his mind, so I don't know her anymore.

Du Qing said that this girl named Bao Lina is the same as me in this freshman, and her writing is particularly good, and she used to be a school magazine editor in high school, with rich experience, and has published many works in the open media, and the teachers of the school Youth League Committee are particularly optimistic about her. So this time, she and I may be the co-editors, she is in charge of fiction and prose, and I hope I can work with her to run this semester's journal.

I asked for Bao Lina's room number, and then said that I would do my best to assist Chen Yifan and Bao Lina in running the journal of the Literary Society.

Then the three of us chatted for a while, Zhao Xiaoxuan was still very curious, and asked a lot about the Literature Club, which made Du Qing think that she was going to join the Literature Club.

While chatting, a classmate shouted at the door: "Du Qing, someone is looking for you to submit your entry!"

Du Qing responded casually: "Let him in, it's okay." ”

A person walked in from the door of the dormitory, to be precise, a tall and beautiful girl.