Chapter 112: The Man at the Beginning

: Friendly reminder, there is foreshadowing in it, and it comes to the next volume.

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Ding dong.

At this point, a new mailbox appears.

"What a situation today, so many mails. Lin Cang muttered in surprise and clicked on the new email.

"Shangda?" Lin Cang raised his eyebrows and looked at the signature of the email address, how could it be an invitation again......

"Dear Mr. Lin Cang, hello, I am ......"

Well, the graduation season has arrived, and Shanghai University, where Lin Cang studied in graduate school, invited Lin Cang to the school to attend the graduation ceremony.

That's really ......

Lin Cang rubbed his hair, why did he come again, although it was not a speech, just to attend the graduation ceremony, but he really didn't want to go.

But this is his alma mater, and unlike the university where he lived for four years before, although Lin Cang only stayed for two years, his feelings are still quite deep.

In the past two years, Lin Cang only talked about three girlfriends in order to study, and even when he was about to graduate at the end, he stayed with his old professor every day and studied with him.

Lin Cang is still quite affectionate in this school.

"Forget it, it's idle anyway, let's go. ”

After thinking about it, Lin Cang still decided to go over and have a look.

After replying to Shangda, Lin Cang didn't care about him.

"In my last year of graduate school, I think it's 15 years. Lin Cang pondered.

Suddenly, a fragment of memory emerged.

On January 2, 2015, the day after New Year's Day, it was a day of heavy snowfall.

Lin Cang clearly remembered that he was still in his last year of graduate school at that time, and he was still preparing his graduation thesis.

As usual, Lin Cang came out of school at that time and was going to Starbucks to buy a vanilla-flavored latte.

It's always been his hobby, but after graduating, coffee turned into alcohol.

It was one afternoon, the university was floating in the sky, and Lin Cang was on his way to Starbucks when he met a short woman who had wrapped herself tightly.

It was a girl who was only as tall as his chest, and even though she was wrapped in thick clothes, she looked petite.

I vaguely remember that the scarf covered half of the girl's face, revealing only the upper half of her face.

Because of his own personality, Lin Cang glanced at this girl twice.

He was very short, a bit like a junior high school student.

Lin Cang and the girl walked into Starbucks one after the other.

The girl stood in front of Lin Cang and lined up and asked for a cappuccino in very fragmentary English.

Is it a foreigner, maybe an international student?

When she wanted to pay, she found that she didn't have RMB, and her bag was full of Korean won and US dollars, and Lin Cang helped pay when the girl was embarrassed.

The girl wanted to exchange numbers with Lin Cang and pay him back in the future, but Lin Cang refused, in line with the principle that young girls don't move, Lin Cang didn't add the girl's number, said hello to the girl, and left.

That's the end of the memory.

A casual memory, a passerby in life.

Speaking of which, it was Lin Cang's first contact with Koreans, although it was very short, but the girl still felt very good about Lin Cang.

A polite girl.

Lin Cang can't remember the girl's appearance now, or rather, he hasn't seen it clearly from beginning to end.

Looking back now, the only impression of this girl is that pair of pale eyebrows and fair skin like milk.

This is the end of the memories.

Lin Cang smiled, this age is really old, and this inadvertent old thing will be recalled occasionally.

"Speaking of which, I don't know how the girl is now. Lin Cang's eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

At the beginning, he was still working hard for his graduation thesis, and now he has a family.

The ignorant girl should be married now.

The corners of Lin Cang's mouth raised.

Life is always full of uncertainty, and the girl who owes him thirty-eight yuan doesn't know where she is now.

"May she be well. Lin Cang muttered, opened the file, and began to work.

Occasional memories, pretty good.

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June 3rd, Shanghai University.

Lin Cang came to Shanghai University, his alma mater, in the afternoon.

Looking at the younger brothers and sisters wearing bachelor's uniforms and taking pictures everywhere, the smile on Lin Cang's face never broke from the moment he stepped into the campus.

Today's graduation ceremony is in the evening, and Lin Cang is not in a hurry to go to the auditorium.

This graduation ceremony is different from the past, in the past graduation ceremonies, parents can come, but this year not, because of the epidemic, parents need to show a nucleic acid test certificate if they want to come in.

This is also for the sake of student safety.

Invited guests like Lin Cang are no exception.

Lin Cang came to the library according to his memory, remembering that five years ago, he, a salted fish, also struggled in this library.

Lin Cang has really studied seriously since he was a child, and he has only studied seriously for the last time in his third year of high school and the last year of graduate school, and the rest of the time is playing and learning, and he doesn't have the feeling of going all out in the past two years.

Of course, this kind of all-out effort is only compared to Lin Cang himself.

If you ask him to compare with those students who can't learn to die, they will learn to die, that's too much to exalt him.

Lin Cang's all-out efforts are basically equivalent to the daily life of a senior high school student.

Twenty-four hours a day, in addition to eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, he is studying, and Lin Cang can't do it at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be Lin Cang.

Lin Cang's IQ is above the average, but not much higher.

In fact, in recent years, the failure of the college entrance examination, except for those whose real IQ is not enough, is basically caused by not working hard.

There is no need to make excuses, geniuses and stupid people are in the minority, and more are ordinary people.

As an ordinary person, others worked hard, but you didn't work hard, so you failed.

Fair enough.

Lin Cang has always seen it very thoroughly, and I know everything typically, but I'm just a bastard thing who doesn't do it.

He understands all the truths, but he just doesn't learn them.

Outrageous.

......

Walking into the library, students were reading books at a distance, and people from the student union were taking the temperature of people entering and leaving the library.

Lin Cang didn't come closer, just glanced at it twice, recalled it and left.

This time I came mainly to attend the graduation ceremony, so there is no need to be too nostalgic for the past.

People always have to look forward.

After leaving the library, Lin Cang walked around the campus according to his impression, walked around a few times, and the time was almost seven o'clock, and Lin Cang went to the auditorium.

The graduation ceremony, or the graduation party, started at seven o'clock, and Lin Cang still had to arrive early after all, after all, he was a guest, no longer a student.

If there is one less student, not many people will notice, but if there is one less guest, there will be many people who will notice.