One day when I had nothing to do, I saw a badly used poem in a romance novel, "If life is only like the first time," I was quite emotional, and casually asked the annoying person around me who was watching TV: "If you and I are only like the same life. First meeting, what will we do now?"
He didn't even think about it, and replied to me, "You don't get along with each other."
I patted him on the shoulder vigorously: "It's rare that we have a time when we have the same opinion."
In September 1999, I was admitted to T University—the university I dreamed of going to.
T is almost exactly the same as what I imagined. The solemn main building, the pristine library, the alleys full of trees, the stadium full of handsome guys, the square with the dancing romantic music fountain, the only difference - the one that will be built soon The dormitory building for girls who applied to become a cultural heritage.
The vicissitudes of life are really worthy of the long history of T University.
Carrying a large bag and a small bag into the bedroom, the room of more than ten square meters is crowded with six beds and a huge table. The already crowded space is filled with messy suitcases, making it completely impossible to rest.
Across thousands of obstacles, I looked inside the room curiously. All my roommates had arrived and were chatting.
After a warm and friendly conversation, I learned that the six girls in the dormitory belonged to three different classes. The beautiful Zhuo Zhuo and the handsome Gigi belong to the first class, and the round-faced Nannan and the cute Yoyo belong to the second class. Very skinny fat and I are in class three. I am very curious about this way of dormitory allocation: "Why doesn't the school arrange girls from the same class in a dormitory? Is it to promote communication?"
The most chatty Nan Nan told me: "The girls from the three classes together only fill one dormitory."
"There are six girls in three classes? How many boys are there?"
"It is said that there are seventy or eighty."
Immediately, my blood boiled. With such a male-to-female ratio, if I can't find a good man again, I'll just hit him to death.
The first time I saw my family was annoying was in an advanced math class half a month after the start of school. Of course, the annoying person was not my family at that time, so I usually called him classmate Xiaocheng.
In the amphitheatre that accommodated nearly 200 people, I saw him at a glance.
It's not because he has a pair of distinctive eyes with calmness away from the hustle and bustle, nor because he has a handsome face, but because he sits in the back row of me, and when I look back, I happen to see him.
"Nannan, look at the little boy behind me, he seems to be a high school student, is he here to take a class from the attached high school?" I asked in a low voice, she is a know-it-all in our department.
"You said Cheng Ze, he is in the first class."
"He's in the first class?" He looked like a little boy in the first year of high school, "No way, is he too slow to develop?"
"No. He's the youngest in our department, maybe sixteen."
I'm dizzy, my sister, I just finished my first year of high school when I was sixteen, should he be so anxious!
When I looked back at him again, I instantly felt that I was getting old and outdated!
Throughout the advanced math class, I didn't have the time to think about the boring calculus, and I focused on the age of my classmate Xiaocheng.
I asked Nannan: "Did he come from the junior class?"
Nan Nan shook her head: "It doesn't seem to be. Isn't the junior class all admitted to the University of Science and Technology?"
"Is it a grade jump? Jump straight from the third grade to the third grade?"
"Is there such a level jump?"
Gossip to the end, to no avail, I secretly glanced back at him.
The warm autumn sun shines in from the window, a touch of golden yellow. He deduced the formula with his face half down, and the lightly raised pen tip was handwriting with graceful ease.
At that moment, my heart sprouted a shallow admiration. Of course, that kind of favor was very shallow, as shallow as a drop of lotus dew slipping into the lake, the lake surface did not move at all, only ripples in the depths of the lake.
During the recess, I was bored, so I secretly glanced at classmate Xiao Cheng, who just happened to be looking at me.
Looking at each other, my brain became hot and I asked, "Are you really only sixteen years old? Did you take the college entrance examination in your first year of high school?"
I swear, I was just curious about him and had absolutely no intention of hooking up with him.
He pursed the corners of his mouth: "No."
The boy next to him saw that his answer was too concise, so he kindly added: "He just had his birthday yesterday and turned seventeen. You care so much about his age, do you want to help him introduce a girlfriend?"
Seeing the indifference on Xiao Cheng's face that didn't match his age, I suddenly wanted to tease him: "I have a cousin who is fourteen years old this year. You should be of the right age. When you grow up, will my sister introduce you to me?"
He glanced at me, but couldn't see his emotions, or I couldn't tell: "I like being young, the younger the better."
"Oh, my sister has a niece who is just full moon."
The corners of his mouth moved slightly, unable to hide a smile: "Is there a smaller one?"
I'm dizzy, the taste is so heavy!
But I have to say, he looks good when he smiles.
The teacher of Gaoshu cleared his throat, and I hurried back to continue the class, ending our first "pleasant" conversation.
This was my first acquaintance with my classmate Xiao Cheng. At that time, I had absolutely no idea that I would fall in love with him, much less that the rest of our lives would be entangled. If I think about it, I must... Hook up with him sooner!
Half a month later, when I took a computer class in C language, the teacher left an unfathomable topic for everyone to use their imaginations to write, and the people disappeared. I didn't consider the feelings of a student who was incompetent in programming.
I was grievingly studying the C language like a book from heaven, but I couldn't figure it out. Mr. Chen used his life's efforts to prove that 1+1=2. Why is 1+1=10 in the C language
Have they considered the feelings of Goldbach and Mr. Chen
I was gnashing my teeth to study the topic left by the teacher, and suddenly there was someone in the vacant seat beside me, with a familiar yet seemingly unfamiliar atmosphere.
I turned my head curiously and saw Xiao Cheng sitting down leisurely with a C language book in his arms.
As if feeling my gaze, he looked at me with a small smile on the corner of his mouth.
I also smiled back.
In the late autumn, the yellow leaves fell to the ground, but they seemed to have a heart, just waiting for the spring to bloom...
In view of the fact that after the "pleasant" conversation with classmate Xiao Cheng when I first met, my heavy taste was despised by Nannan for a week, so I kept the lady's silence this time and devoted myself to compiling my program.
He started to fiddle with Tencent QQ, which was very popular at the time. I remember that QQ was still called OICQ at that time.
I've tried running the program again and again, and every time it shows the error message, it's a pain in the ass.
Xiao Cheng, on the other hand, had a great time chatting about QQ. Only occasionally when I was sighing, he glanced at the program that I failed to run, and then, seemingly casually flipped through the book in C language, and continued chatting about QQ.
Seeing that it was time for the end of get out of class, I couldn't bear to see the talented young man so arrogant, and asked him, "Why don't you program? You have to pay it after class."
"Why do you need to make it yourself? If someone else has made it up, why not just copy it?" Classmate Xiao Cheng looked up at me and answered as a matter of course.
"This, okay?"
"Why bother yourself when you can ask others to help you?"
I:"… "
Why does this logic sound reasonable
I ignored his heresy and heresy, and continued to persuade him in the tone of a big sister: "If you don't make it up yourself, how can you do it in the exam?"
He twitched the corners of his mouth: "I see that you have compiled a subroutine for half an hour, and I have not seen you compiling a subroutine correctly."
"Eh? Did you see that?"
He pulled the chair closer to me and pointed to my computer screen: "This should be a comma."
He was so close, I could almost feel the soft strands of his hair. I have to say that his hair is of good quality, the color and luster of the thick ink hang down naturally, with a faint smell of Head and Shoulders.
"In this line, you have an extra parenthesis, the third line should call the main program... Finally, you forgot the closing sentence." Seeing me bowing his head and preparing to turn the book for verification, he directly told me, "There is a similar example on page 24. ."
"Uh, why didn't you say it earlier? It made me rack my brains for so long."
"You didn't ask me again."
"You can't tell me if I don't ask?"
"can not."
"..." What a broken character!
After I tried to ignore his character flaws and focused on following his instructions, the program worked successfully.
Looking at his indifferent expression, and thinking about how I had just racked my brains, I had to think about whether the twenty pounds of weight I sacrificed heroically in high school included brain cells.
After the computer class was over, I went back to my bedroom full of inferiority. I was washing my hair with Head & Shoulders shampoo. I smelled that smell, and my mind suddenly went into a trance, and I didn’t know why.
Since taking the computer class, I have admired Xiao Cheng's IQ infinitely, and his evaluation of me is simple and rude - her IQ has not developed since elementary school.
When his comments came to my ears from Zhuo Zhuo's mouth after several twists and turns, I can imagine how indignant I was at that time.
I disregarded the image of a lady I tried so hard to maintain, and clapped the table in the dormitory: "My IQ is low? What's wrong with my low IQ, you go and tell him that 'Women's IQ has a fart, it's enough to have a well-developed breast! '"
I was so dizzy at the time that I was talking nonsense. In fact, deep down in my heart, I still firmly believe that only smart women can have enough to eat and wear and find a good man to marry, so I have been working hard in that direction. Although the road is tortuous, I always believe that diligence can make up for my shortcomings.
One morning many years later, Xiao Cheng and I talked about our ideals and life for the first time, sharing our past, present and future with each other.
Xiao Cheng said that he went to school under the age of four. Although he took a year off due to a car accident injury, he was still two years younger than his classmates. In junior high school, boys grew very fast, but he was the only one who didn't reach the growth stage, and was often laughed at by his classmates. Everyone called him "little" behind his back.
Because the psychological shadow of adolescence is too large, Xiaocheng does not like others to talk about his age, especially when he is disgusted by girls questioning his age, and my first line of dialogue directly hit the minefield!
I told him I really didn't mean to. I have grown up earlier than my peers since I was a child. I am in good health, and I have no shortage of iron, zinc, calcium, magnesium and various vitamins. Only every time I eat chicken, my mother will pick out the chicken heart and put it in my bowl at the first time.
Xiao Cheng said, "...she's really your mother!"
- Lesson 3 of "The Secret Book of Love" -
If I hadn't asked him, "Are you really sixteen years old?" He wouldn't have noticed how cute I was when I smiled, maybe we didn't say a word for the whole four years of college, just like me and others who didn't even have names. Unforgettable boys.
Between strangers, there is always someone who wants to break the silence and let each other know each other.
If the one who broke the silence wasn't the arrogant one, then why couldn't it be you