For the topic of daily life of girls in art school, I stepped into the school that was very close to me.

There have been many celebrities in this school, and the most recent one is the famous Chun Ge.

I didn't call Xiaoma that day, but I went to the site alone. This is my big hobby, and it can even be said to be a big bad thing. For a while, I often went to college to listen. Unlike those college students who were just like a fake change, I often listened to classes more seriously than them, and I passed by if I was not careful.

The first time I attended was in Shanghai, to be precise, in Fudan. That day, I was looking for a job, but I took the subway to the destination, but I was exhausted. I thought that since I had already arrived in this place, I might as well go to the legendary Fudan. After entering, I found a large classroom and listened to two classes. At that time, I felt very satisfied. I didn’t have the pressure of exams, nor did I need to take notes, and I also had the pleasure of smuggling in the car without buying tickets. That was the first time I felt that listening to a class was as relaxed and pleasant as listening to a story.

Later I became addicted and engaged in such activities for a long time.

Sometimes I also wonder if it would be a bit unkind to take classes like this. I quickly felt balanced by drawing on many precedents from my predecessors. Our great leader, Grandpa Mao, had listened to Peking University twice. The writer I admired, Mr. Shen Congwen, was also an auditor. In fact, there are many famous figures in this country who have listened to.

For a while, I took these people as role models for struggle.

Back to the point, I went late that day, and it was setting sun when I walked into school.

I originally thought it was a wrong time, but after a few minutes I could only sigh that man's calculations were not as good as God's calculations.

I saw a back, and only saw a back reminded me of a song: When the autumn wind stopped at the ends of your hair, on the red sunset shoulders. You stared at the clear pulse of the leaves, she fell gracefully...

This situation is exactly in line with the lyrics.

Looking at the girl in a daze under the tree, I was also dazed.

What a literary scene. As I got older, I thought I would never take such a literary route again. And just a back touched my introverted heart.

When I came to my senses, I immediately lost my literary style. At that moment, my psychological activities were quite vulgar and secular, because my only prayer in my heart at that time was: the heavens and the earth are spiritual, don’t be too careful!

Her moving long hair attracted me, and her moving back also attracted me. The most important thing is that on September this day when summer and autumn came, her white dress deeply hit my heart.

When I was very young, I had this kind of longing for love: one day I found a girl in a white dress, and we loved each other to death, facing the sea, and the sun was in spring and flowers bloomed...

Unfortunately, longing is always just longing and cannot be linked to reality.

Before that, all the girls in white dresses I knew were harmed by other animals.

Moreover, those girls wearing white skirts always lack the feeling of floating white skirts.

Until this day of the year, she appeared at such a moment as if fate had been arranged long ago.

The moment she turned around, I felt that I was no longer myopia, and everything about her drifted directly into my heart from my eyes.

My only thought at that moment was that I had walked so many places and changed to so many double beds just to find her. In those minutes and then, I only felt that my whole state was a song by Xu Wei: I am a prodigal son who always walks alone in the distance, you are my woman in the vast sea of ​​people...
Chapter completed!