In 2008, I wrote my first space diary in QQ space, and it has been out of control ever since. In 2012, because I participated in a competition, I started my own online blog for Chinese college students. Later, I got WeChat, and because of its convenience, I started to fall in love with WeChat records again.

, the WeChat books at home are already a thick pile, but the blog is still going on.

I have thought about opening my own public account, but have been unable to do so for various reasons.

Yesterday I met "" at Wenting. It seemed to meet my needs, so I registered and applied immediately. This kind of APP that can edit, create and publish text with a mobile phone is very suitable for me. Maybe there will be countless fragments in the future.

Time can be used to record the meteors flashing across the starry sky that day.

I gave myself the nickname "Qinshu Danyu". For many years, my QQ nickname was still "The Girl Who Plays the Piano", and I used my real name on WeChat. How could such a nickname suddenly pop up? Maybe, I met someone by chance.

From yesterday to today, I have been thinking, what will be the first text printed here?

No matter what you write, the beginning of this paragraph is unavoidable, it is the inscription.

? I just sorted out the text on my blog, and the article about Canadian memories brought back all the memories of 2017. Suddenly, my computer ran out of power. I had been saying that I would write an article about the encounter of the three Canadian sisters, so the title was unexpected.

jumped out.

The story has to start from March 20, 2017.

I was fortunate enough to participate in the visiting study at the University of Alberta. Since I was the only one in Hunan, under the introduction of Brother Kang, I added Xiaojing as a friend before departure. She is the same age as me. We met for the first time in a hotel in Beijing. I had already arrived when I arrived.

It was very late, and the four of them from Henan had just arrived. From the first meeting, they felt very familiar.

Xiaohan was the most enthusiastic person in the group at the time and printed out an itinerary for all the students, but we did not chat privately.

The story starts from the night we arrived in Edmonton. We stayed in the campus hotel for the first two weeks. The school arranged for three people to share dormitories based on age. Xiaojing and I were originally in the same room. Because some students from the provinces

After we got to know each other, we wanted to live together, so Xiaohan, who was the only one in Shanghai, moved into the same room with us, and this is how the 507 sisterhood began.

It was past ten o'clock local time that night when we arrived. After hurriedly packing up, we responded to the squad leader's call and ran to attend the birthday celebration of Sister Huang Ling from Fujian. It seemed that the three of us got along well.

? I never thought that after working for more than ten years, I could return to the campus life of sleeping together, cooking by myself, and going to school together. This is how the days of living together began.

Xiaohan is a few years older than Xiaojing and I, and is our eldest sister. In addition, her English is excellent, and she is also responsible for the teaching of international education in the college, so she has strong abilities in all aspects.

Xiaojing and I have very similar experiences and work in the same jobs. We are both college students. We are about the same age and both were born in the 1980s. Coincidentally, we unexpectedly discovered that we were in the same year and month when we were buying shoes more than a month later.

It was the same day but one day apart, and I clearly remember how we screamed in surprise in the mall.

Perhaps fate has always been destined.

In life, Xiaojing is the best cook, followed by Xiaohan, and I am the worst. Therefore, I took on the task of washing the dishes. Three hot moms from Hunan, Henan, and Shanghai make food with specialties from each place every day.

braise.

Millet porridge, cold noodles, hot dry noodles, peanuts, the three women who have always enjoyed the care of their parents at home have begun to change their ways to manage our little life, a simple life, tacit actions, exchanges of ideas, haha

The laughter brought some relief to the homesick heart.

From that moment on, we were each other’s warmest support.

The three of us are very similar. We have the same working environment, the same pursuit of our own careers, and the same personality traits of loving life, so we speculate quickly; the three of us are very different. Compared to us, Xiaohan is more stable, independent, and outstanding. He rents a house.

At that time, everyone came to ask her to be the translator. She was the only one who asked questions in English in the class. I admired her from the bottom of my heart. Her tenacity, tolerance, wisdom, and self-esteem are all role models for us to learn from.

Xiaojing is more meticulous, restrained, and independent than me, but when it comes to being crazy, we are both the same. Xiaojing is the one who is the best at styling when taking photos.

I am more dependent on them, especially in a foreign country. I never dare to go out alone. My biggest characteristic is that I love to laugh and be lively.

Therefore, there are countless more coincidences, encounters and collisions in our complementary lives.

After sleeping together for two weeks, because Xiaohan wanted to live closer to the school, she rented an apartment opposite the school alone. Xiaojing and I lived in House 2408 117, which requires walking and the subway. However, our separation did not affect our relationship.

Xiaohan's nest became our love nest for the three of us to take a break during lunch and go crazy on weekends.

In those days, we listened to classes together, took notes, participated in school activities together, tasted culture, visited the farmer's market together, made dumplings, traveled together, watched the scenery, talked together, confided in our hearts, laughed together, cried together, and made trouble together. The days were in a hurry.

disappeared, but unknowingly experienced the tacit sisterly love.

Occasionally, we also have a little fun, turning on the speakers that Xiaohan brought from China, accompanied by music and red wine, tasting the food we made, and reflecting on the years. Xiaohan prepares red wine with different flavors every time, which is unique and fragrant.

Because of this, every time we get together now, we will order a bottle of red wine, which is like returning home.

Three months is a long time, because I miss home; three months is a short time, because every serious effort that cannot be returned will only realize its lasting preciousness in the end.