Chapter 4 (3)

The dormitory I live in is a real male dormitory. The sneakers that I bought when I was a freshman and have never been washed are piled up on the floor. They lie there silently or get up and run around with the owners, like a Living fossils bear witness to this rushing university life. Brand-new textbooks and their knowledge are treasured in the depths of desks and beds. Occasionally, a few lucky ones are used to pad the legs of the table and bed. See It looks like some unearthed cultural relics, and the computer originally purchased for study sits at the table indifferently like an old prostitute, enduring the torture of pirated copies and pornographic movies. On the bed are just written love letters, messy clothes, socks and shorts And pages and pages of martial arts books, they are silently scattered in every corner of the bed in the room, accompanied by our day-to-day muddle-headed days and night-to-night dreams.

Before the end of the summer vacation of her sophomore year, a bad news came. Yang Hong successfully passed the college entrance examination and received an admission letter from a Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts. I thought about dropping out of school and finding a job there to take care of Yang Hong and our love, but when I got home and saw my father's bull's-eyes that were always staring at me full of expectations, I really couldn't bear it. The day before we left, we went to see a movie, and a sentence in it touched my heart: "If I have an extra ticket, will you go with me?" So I bought an extra-large diary, and On the middle page, I secretly wrote some words of encouragement and blessing. Before leaving, I asked her to write down her daily life on it so that we could read it every day in bed when we came back.

On the day of departure, Yang Hong was as strong as a soldier heading for the Yalu River. When he walked into the waiting room, he didn't even look back at me.