Chapter 1

Some invisible fingers, like a lazy breeze, are playing the music in my heart.

-Tagore's Bird Collection

The October of that winter was much more solemn than the brilliant sun.

Leaning peacefully on the couch, enjoying the sweet spring, the sunset in the distance. I feel a little dizzy after sitting for a long time. In such a season, people can't help but think of some yellow memories.

Memory is sometimes incredible. It's not that you can remember something, but it must be in your mind. However, if it can really be recalled, it must not be recalled in this sunset.

I can't help but think of November that winter. That year, I was in the second half of the second year of college, and I spent most of the semester. As the author of the story, I have to explain a small episode.

That year, my heart was at the bottom of the valley, falling down...

I always don't have confidence in myself. Maybe I still haven't come out of high school. It is the second half of the second year of college, and the speed of adaptation to the environment is indeed much slower.

Later memories went further and further, but those dusks, those sunsets, and those kisses in front of the cinema gently tapped my heart.

For the first time, I was somewhat uncomfortable when I left home. Although three meals are available, the equipment is also complete. But there is something missing from the old man. Definitely when you have less money in your life. After all, in college, love, interpersonal relationships, entertainment, these tedious things are indispensable.

My lack? It's the kind of restless temper that college students should have. Yes, it's like that kind of temper, or the spirit you should have. A dead silence is rotten in my heart, but I don't want to change.

The dormitory is one floor and two rows. Fortunately, my dormitory is sunny, but it is on the top floor, but it is also very good. The conditions of this dormitory are envied by many college freshmen, and only those third-grade students can have a choice.

There are four people in the dormitory, and my dormitory members have different characteristics. What I hate is the dormitory divided into the upper and lower bunks. I was the last entrant, so I was arranged in the lower bunk. The guy in the upper bunk is combing his hair back, which is a bit like Xu Wenqiang in 'Shanghai Beach'. This guy is not a 'Brother Qiang', and he doesn't have the masculinity of 'Brother Qiang'. He is a nerd. Go to bed early all day, get up early, and live a regular life. I dream of being a mathematician and a physicist. I watch advanced mathematics lectures by the computer all day long. In short, I see big things. Do we know it from time to time? I think he is the kind of guy who likes mathematics so much that he can read movies in front of a math book. Well, in a word, he is quite a good guy. However, the good information is that Brother Qiang is good-looking and handsome enough, and many girls like him.

Let's not talk about the two different beds. In this story, it can almost be omitted by waiting. However, for convenience, let's use No. 1 and No. 2 for them.

In the upper bunk, Brother Qiang got up very early. Brother Qiang's volume is very lethal, so I have to get up early in the morning, so that I have never been late for three years of college.

In class, I will find a seat in the front corner and sit down. It's always that kind of boring class. It's crowded. I feel that the air in the classroom doesn't enter my lungs at all. Two or three hundred people are indeed suffocating. If you can, I don't want this closed space for a second.

"Hey, hello, you are Class 9 Xia Shu. I'm Chu Xiaoye from Class 7.

"Oh. The faint answer is that she is a beautiful girl. Looking back with my head down and trying to think about it, have you seen this girl somewhere?

"I heard that you are good at drawing, right?"

"I can't talk about it."

"I'd like to ask you to draw something for our department." Chu Xiaoye squinted a pair of small eyes.

"Oh."

"Uh." Chu Xiaoye was a little surprised: "I'll treat you to dinner after school.

I nodded and agreed.

At the dinner table, I buried my head in eating and didn't deliberately see Xiaoye's face clearly.

"I heard that you are amazing." The first to break the calm was Chu Xiaoye.

Finally, I looked at Chu Xiaoye with a measured eye.

"Oh." I smiled and said, "I didn't find my magic. I don't know if it's Bao? Is it a derogatory?

"Both ingredients are a little bit."

"Tell me about my magic."

"Some people say that you cherish your words as gold and seldom talk. Some people say that you are a pagan..." Chu Xiaoye tried his best to capture the information in my expression: "In particular, at this age, you are not suitable to wear that childish electronic watch?"

"Ha ha. It's funny. I wish I had such a magic, but I'm just a simple one. I smiled with a slight embarrassment: "This watch... It's nothing."

"Ha ha, it was sent by a very heavy person?" Chu Xiaoye looked at me with piercing eyes. For a long time, he sighed and said, "Are you free on Saturday? Or, are you free that day?"

"I've always been very idle, but I don't like to walk around. If so, it feels a bit like a blindfolded horse. I gently wiped the corners of my mouth on both sides.

"The blindfolded horse?" Chu Xiaoye frowned and asked puzzledly.

"Oh, it's just that I'm not afraid, and it's like I'm bumping around."

Chu Xiaoye was obviously amused by this joke, and Yinling's laughter came from Chu Xiaoye's throat.

"So, you seem to have a lot of time." Chu Xiaoye asked nervously, "Why don't you seem to have been on this campus, especially on Saturday and Sunday?"

"I'm an otaku."

"Ha ha..." Chu Xiaoye nodded: "Then you can wait for me in front of the school this Saturday"

"Oh."

Friday. Morning.

I cut off my beard with a razor. It's not because of tomorrow's appointment. It's just my habit. Remove your beard on Monday and Friday and take a hot bath every day if conditions permit. This is really a very enjoyable thing, at least I think so.

There was no class on Friday morning, and the morning in the dormitory was dead. Each of them does their own things in the dormitory. I haven't painted for a long time. I drew something casually. Somehow, I drew a scarf on Brother Qiang in the dormitory and put on an overcoat. He was just a Xu Wenqiang on the beach.

"Haha..." I couldn't help laughing. The other two in the dormitory were sucked by my laughter and couldn't help looking up and asking me, "Xia Shu, is there anything funny?"

Usually, I don't laugh much, so they look at me and laugh. Naturally, they think that I must have encountered something funny. I nodded helplessly and handed over the picture of Brother Qiang on the beach.

"Haha..." There was laughter in the dormitory.

"It's so funny. This is the bone version of Xu Wenqiang. Haha..."

The more people talk, the more motivated they are, so that many people from other dormitories participated in this discussion.

Brother Qiang didn't care about this farce, and he didn't participate in a few discussions: "It seems that my face is asymmetrical."

I have to explain: "That's the side."

Everyone talked happily. Of course, Brother Qiang was the one on the beach. I don't know who found a black windbreaker and put it on Brother Qiang's shoulder. As for the scarf, I still don't know who wraps it around Brother Qiang's shoulder with rolled paper. Everyone dressed up Brother Qiang with a smile, but Brother Qiang's golden-rimmed eyes hung on the high bridge of his nose, which looked a little like a teacher in the Ming Dynasty.

The eyes of the masses were bright, and the sharp-eyed people shouted, "I always feel that something is missing, yes, murderous. It's murderous."

Everyone shouted, "Killing, murderous."

I still don't know who is the genius who created such a prop - sunglasses

I said there was a reason for the creation. This guy put a piece of black paper on his eldest brother's gold-rimmed glasses. Other people say that this is murderous, but I feel more stupid. Isn't this Chen Xiazi, a fortune-teller who shouts about fate all day long on the street of the school? I have a little doubt that the sunglasses were borrowed from Chen Xiazi. Of course, I didn't say this idea. With such a toss, Brother Qiang's boss's "killful" image was rectified...

Good people, take a photo and take a picture. This matter later became the capital that Brother Qiang boasted about.

Everyone tossed around like this, and the morning passed unconsciously.