her name is Xu zhixing. When I first met her, we were still freshmen. I took the tutorial on "The Art of Thinking", which is a compulsory course for freshmen, and I met her.

She is the only female student I know who wears cheongsam and embroidered shoes to class. It's really artificial, but it's very eye-catching. I remember that it was a pair of embroidered shoes with bipolar brilliant red. She has ear-length short hair, often looks down and takes notes, like a good student. But she painted pink Kou Dan ── painted Kou Dan women are bad women, quietly, showing off the temptation in small places, but also completely bad women. I didn't know I would like bad women.

sure enough, her reputation spread widely. The boys in my class told me that her name is Xu Zhixing, and she graduated from Jiangsu and Zhejiang Public School, and lives in Lantang Road. We are in Plato's class, but they talk about Xu's trip in the dormitory in twos and threes. I hold hands and smile, but I feel a little contemptuous of these male students, but they still like to talk about her and call her "Fengxian Xiao".

I have been absent from class all the time. I met her at the railway station, and she kept walking with her head down, followed by a boy.

The next year we met in the class "Introduction to Sociology". For fear of roll call, the old lecturer stipulated that we should sit down one place at a time, so that he could look at it at the same time. I took the opportunity to sit beside Xu Zhixing. I remember that day she wore a plain white purple wide-body cotton cheongsam with fine hair on her arms. And it also gives off a smell-a mixed smell of powder, perfume, milk and ink-which I will call "impatiens smell" in the future. Her hands are so smooth and cold that I really want to touch her. But I didn't, because she didn't notice my existence.

she missed class again. When it came to Marx's theory of surplus value, she reappeared and asked me to borrow notes. I showed it to her and smiled: "It's no use lending it to you. Only I understand this." She raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, not really." Because I am lazy, my shorthand is very short, and my classmates describe it as "code notes", so no one has ever borrowed it from me. I saw her writing like flying, but she translated my "password" neatly-you have to have some skills before you took classes in January. I like smart people, which may be the reason why I took the trip.

I said, "Buy you coffee." She said, "Good." This conversation is also like a telegram.

We were sitting in the setting sun, and everyone had nothing to say. I looked at her carefully, and she looked at me and said, "I have seen you before. The leaves are thin. You play shakuhachi in the classroom alone at night. I have heard of you. " Wearing a silver bracelet, she shook it loudly: "I know you lost a pink Mayton Fang bust last week, and I saw it in the posters in the dormitory lobby." That's you, isn't it? " She smiled: "The whole dormitory knows, even the boys' dormitory knows, you lost a pink 32B Medon Fang bust, which is so rustic!" I said, "No, 32A is right, I'm thin." I saw her breasts ups and downs, and I smiled, "I bet you must wear at least 34B, and it may increase to 38 after you get married! & 127;” The trip covered his chest gently: "Oh, I'm afraid too!" " Our conversation began with a beautiful bust.

she was in class for the second time, so we talked. This old lecturer is really skinny, wearing a flesh-colored nylon stockings. I asked her where to buy cheongsam, and she said it was a trade secret. I asked her to watch a school play, and Shing Hon Lau's house of the lute was shown, and we laughed badly. I dragged her to see eisenstein's "October", and we both slept until everyone was gone. We went to have a midnight snack, and sometimes we wore jeans during the trip, such as the day when we ate fried clams with me, but she still insisted on those embroidered shoes.

in the next semester of grade three, her roommate retired. But she didn't inform the matron, so I stayed with the trip. In fact, this is the real beginning of my trip to peace.

to be honest, I just think the trip is charming, a little clever and easy-going, but I don't really know much about her. This is also the place where we are most like ordinary men and women in love. Our initial attraction is based on each other's looks ── although I am not a beauty, I don't have the coquetry of the trip, but I know how to sell myself in a low-key way. I think the trip will like people like me. This is a kind of, alas, subtle smoke and flattery. Her cheongsam embroidered shoes are not.

In this way, our living room is a "smoke alley". We all smoke, she smokes double happiness, and I smoke mint Dunhill, both of which are hopeless cigarettes. We all like TOM WAITS, dancing in the room,&; 127; Her body is extremely soft. We are all women. I sometimes look at Beauvoir, but later I think it's not enough to read KRISTEVA. I liked to see Yi Shu during my trip, and then I protested. She changed to Shagang, and I protested again. She watched ANCELA CARTER. & 127; We all entered the country gradually. I got a scholarship and she applied, but she didn't. Because she lost to me.

I got a scholarship that day and took photos in the school magazine. I remember when I was shopping with her, she took a fancy to a burgundy eggplant sweater. 127; 95 yuan, she couldn't bear to buy it, so I bought it for her and planned to give it to her at dinner. But she never came back. I waited until the night was getting dark and I didn't turn on the light in my room alone. At that time, it was late autumn, and the window was actually a sea of evacuated fishing lights. I suddenly felt "Lang Xin Ru Tie". I have made boyfriends before, but I have never been so concerned. There is no quilt on the trip today. I didn't wear embroidered shoes today. I'm running out of toothpaste for the trip, so I need to buy more for her. The "impatiens flavor" of the trip lingered in the room. The powder of the trip. Tears of the trip. I leaned against the window quietly, shed two tears silently, only two drops, and dried up. A trip.

I woke up and ate some bread. Suddenly, I found that bread had a very unpleasant flour smell, which was close to the smell of feed. I've been eating bread for more than ten years, and then I know the taste of bread. If I get the truth, it's very cliche to regret it, but at this moment I'm very sad, with the taste of just knowing it. Oh, the taste of the world is hard to say.

at midnight, I leaned against the window and heard the motor ring. She jumped off the taxi during the trip. She was wearing a black dress and black flat shoes. Poor woman, at this moment I still pay attention to what clothes she wears. I find that I pay more attention to her clothes and smell than her temperament ── maybe she has no temperament, and I suddenly feel ashamed, so what's the difference between me and other men? I'm as serious as debauchery, although I haven't touched her; Perhaps because everyone refused to tell the truth, I never kissed and caressed her, and I didn't think it was necessary ── the so-called lesbian kiss, which was imagined by men to stir up wonders for their eyes' entertainment, and my trip with him never did. I didn't even say "I love you" to my trip. But now I know that I love her very much; I love her enough to find out if she has a temperament.

I'm leaning against the window, my heart is burning, and I have earned it. My trip is coming, my trip is coming.

when Xu opened the door, she sat down on the bed. Her face was covered with red, and she smelled of sour wine. Somehow, she wore heavy makeup today and her face melted. I remembered the smell of bread. I was very silent, and everything I stopped at my mouth was cold.

She smiled: "You are happy today. I am very happy today. " Suddenly, with a splash, coins flew to me all over the sky. "Ye Xi, I am just a secular person." I hid my face and said nothing. The coin hit me on the back of my hand, which stung me very much. I was tired from throwing it, so I leaned against the bed to rest. It was quiet for a while, and I felt the lights glaring.

". "She didn't answer me, she fell asleep. I wiped her face, withdrew my clothes, took off my shoes and pants and kissed her feet.

I tidied up a little, and then left a note on her desk: "During our trip, if one day we were lost in the crowd and lived a mediocre life, it was because we didn't work hard to live a full life." Actually, I didn't have ambition at that time. But the trip has.

I knocked on a man's room that night. This man has been coveting me for a long time, and his face is impatient. I don't know that I will go there, too. This may be revenge on myself and my trip and this man, because I have no heart. And my body doesn't belong to me. I am dull all day. I saw that the man rented a room for me, so he went, and I didn't care. I went to class as usual and paid more attention to my lessons, which was contrary to my old temper.

I always look around when I walk past the dormitory. Is my trip there? She is combing her hair. She is doing her homework. She is reading the newspaper? Will she miss me? The trip suddenly disappeared in my life, how calm I was, and no one knew my inner ups and downs. Trip, trip, trip.

That night, in late autumn, I had dinner with that man. His words were tasteless, and I just drank wine. After a meal, I was red all over. Walking in the evening breeze, I vomited and my face was covered with tears. The man handed me his handkerchief and I held him tightly. At this point, any man with a handkerchief is a good man. I can't help but reduce my dislike for him. Really, if you have feelings with him at this time, it is not a bad thing to break the trip from now on. The man was driving a Japanese car, and as soon as he got into the car, he hugged me tightly and put his face together. I smiled and said, "You could have been a good man, but you would kiss a woman with a bad smell. I have great doubts about your taste." He drove angrily and sent me back to the cabin. I said, "Wait a minute, I want to go back to my dormitory and get something."

At three o'clock in Ike's trip, only the desk lamp was lit, but no one saw her. I stood at night, staring around, and my trip was under that bright light. I didn't mean to steal her scenery, but I'm just a quiet woman who wants to develop a simple emotional relationship with someone. Why the world can't tolerate me.

The shadow of the sudden trip flashed in front of the window and turned off the light. Is the hair of the trip long after such a flash? Has anyone cut her toenails and painted her Kou Dan? I'm leaving. Who will button her back? Who comes to see her at night and who misses her? Who knows that she is happy and she is sad? Who is arguing with her for that little scenery? Who is the one she loves and suffers from?

I really want to see her. Just one look.

I hurried upstairs and locked the door, but I had the key. She slept with her chest falling, still full. After a few weeks of separation, she was neither thin nor haggard. I look closely, her toenails are still neatly cut, Kou Dan is fine and brilliant red as usual. There are more dolls on her bed, and now she is holding the white rabbit in her arms and sleeping like a baby. How nice. She's still living well when I'm gone. The sun is still climbing, and the night hangs down. At three o'clock in Ike, some people are asleep and others are awake. Who is next door, still typing, doing homework and doing worldly honors and disgraces? I suddenly burst into tears. Kaka is ringing in my throat: someone is trying to strangle me. Who is it? I am choking myself, thinking that the stars will fall like rain tonight. The trip wasted my mind.

My tears were dripping on my face during the trip. I squeezed my face red and just tried to breathe. I woke up suddenly during my trip, grabbed my hand tightly and said, "Why?"

The trip held me in my arms, and I sniffed her impatiens and slept peacefully. I vaguely heard the sound of a car horn downstairs. Who cares? That man has completed his value in my life and has nothing to do with me since then. There is only a trip in front of us.

The trip held my face and said, "You are so stupid." I didn't answer. I just wanted to sleep. There will be sun tomorrow.

Since then, the trip has been better. We do our homework late at night, and she always makes ginseng tea for me. I have always been lazy in reading during my trip, so why did I change my temper? I just vaguely feel that the trip is not the same as before, even the perfume is different, using "opium." I feel suffocated.

I went out at night again. At midnight, she always wears a big red sweater, black leather boots, and a leopard swims like a leopard. There is a sapphire sports car waiting for her downstairs. When she came back, her cheeks were always red, and she bought me warm dumplings, but I couldn't eat them. The glutinous rice dumplings, without being put, became hard and could not be eaten. Rosty Yi, I am at a loss for a few hard dumplings. The trip is always gone. It's the fourth grade. Wow, she always takes eleven points.

I'm going to spend the night at home during the Christmas holiday. After the trip, I asked her how long she would stay at home. She shook her head and joked, "I'm going to Beijing."

I stopped and said nothing for a long time. My trip and I have been to Japan to play, and our next destination is Beijing. That was last Christmas. I quietly hid my face and said, "Do you remember the trip ..."

She grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes: "I remember. But that was before. This is my chance. You have to plan for your future. It doesn't mean that I will spend my life in vain. " She kissed my forehead and went.

I sat down in a room in mid-air. I thought I could sit on it all my life. I fell to the ground and found that the carpet was dirty. My trip and I spent an afternoon in Central. She insisted on Iranian carpets, but I thought it was unrealistic and advocated buying Indian products. As a result, I bought a Belgian carpet in a compromise. We ate Dutch food with carpet in our arms, and we ordered a dozen big oysters on our trip, and all our money was spent ... When did that happen?

I spent all day in the library this Christmas. I was leafing through the weekly magazine, when I suddenly saw a fat, yellow man wearing a very eye-catching snow goggles. I was horrified to find that this person was on a trip! I covered my magazine and casually went to the dining hall to eat, but I sat in the same position as I did for the first time. I was dizzy and almost burst into tears. Bullet my teeth, go back to the library, and concentrate on doing my homework.

when I came back from my trip, I was sleeping on my desk with a magazine with photos of my trip on it. I didn't look forward to the trip, and there was no movement during the trip. I sat and smoked a cigarette. Then she said, "I lost my wife and lost my soldiers."

I'll make her a cup of tea. She held my hand tightly and I stroked her hair gently.

I didn't ask again, and she never mentioned it again. Until now, I still don't know what happened to her. She stopped going out at night and practiced her manners seriously in the room, her face tilted back and forth, which was very attractive.

With graduation just around the corner, I also restrained my so-called smoky obsequiousness. After all, I'm not a social butterfly and I'm not a dancer, so smoky obsequiousness can't be a meal. I applied for a degree in graduate school, hoping to get a seat in academia in the future. To be honest, you don't need great wisdom and courage to get a career as an intellectual, just like a boring piece of material like me. So I buried myself in the course of western modern philosophy, which was the easiest to mix. The teacher didn't understand me, so everyone could look at my paper and smile at each other, and at least I made it. Everyone was really relieved and happy.

my relationship with the trip has cooled down. She is more attractive and beautiful than before, and she is as beautifully dressed as an exam. I heard from my classmates that she had an affair with a teacher. I was told that she worked as a photography model in a magazine. Why do others know more about the trip than I do? My trip with me is running out of time. I hope to rent a house, she will continue her public career and I will continue my studies. I hope to have a cat and an Iranian hand-woven carpet. In the middle of the night, my trip and I can eat warm and soft glutinous rice balls together. My requirements for life are simple.

thinking of me, I bought a bunch of flowers and went back to my room. I wanted to get together with my trip. The girls' dormitory in the afternoon is very quiet.

There is a tie hanging on our door, and I stand at the door with a bunch of sunchrysanthemums, and I don't know where to go. The trip is in English.