To my dear Mr. Meng

Half a month of military training for freshmen started, and I was so exhausted that I became a dried shrimp, so that only a layer of skin remained.The instructors seem to believe that it is a sin to hit our buttocks on the stool, and they don't know how to be sympathetic. No wonder they complained to us during the break that we don't have a girlfriend yet.

It was finally the ninth day, and the sky finally turned cloudy, like it was going to rain. We stood on the plastic track, sweating profusely.A big tree not far away was rustling by the wind, and there was a strong smell of vegetation.I stared at the back of the head in the front row standing in a military posture. I don’t know how long it took. When I came back to my senses, I glanced under the tree. A man in a white T-shirt was sitting on a bench under the shade of the tree, looking towards us.

Which grade will come to watch the fun again.I tilted my head slightly again, trying to see more clearly, the man seemed to sense his gaze, and suddenly smiled in my direction.

——It was Meng Qiansheng!

I couldn't bear it all over.Obviously nothing happened, but the instructor scolded me bloody, saying that if I move around again, I will show some color to me.

After the disbandment, I asked Mr. Meng and found out that he had asked for leave in a fair manner.

Just three days after the military training, his whole body was peeling, red, swollen and painful, and his whole body was in severe pain. He asked for leave and went to the hospital to see him. The doctor said that he was allergic to ultraviolet rays and told him not to sunbathe.He asked the doctor to issue a certificate and brought it to the counselor. The counselor was so frightened by his mangy appearance that he approved it as a fake.In the first two days, the symptoms were still a bit severe, and I couldn't see the light, so I had to keep it in the dormitory; now it's much better, and I went out for a walk while the sky was overcast, and I wanted to see me on the way.

The tone was the same as "The weather is nice today, I want to take the dog out to play".

I was so exhausted that I lay motionless on the chair.He stretched out two fingers to twirl my sweaty hair, and gently pushed aside: "It's all sweaty. Don't lean on me."

Too lazy to say anything, I simply put my head on his lap.He gave a slight "tsk", but still gave up resisting.

By the time everything is back on track, it will be early November.While eating with Mr. Meng, the news that Guan Ting had a new boyfriend also reached my ears.

The boyfriend is none other than Kong Yingguang, Mr. Meng's roommate.

I met this man once.

Although the University of International Trade and Economics is rich and powerful, and the dormitory is in first-class condition, it is still early in life, and it is not as good as the brand new four-person room I lived in at Zhengzhou University.Mr. Meng lives in 402. There are six dormitories except Kong Yingguang who is a local. Mr. Meng lives in the provincial capital next door.Among them was Fan Yuanjie, whose family was in the countryside. It is said that he took out a special loan for his studies.The six people from the north, the south, the east, and the west lived together, and it was nothing at first, but as the days went by, they became a little displeased with each other's living habits.Ordinarily, Mr. Meng must have no choice. Since he was a child, he was raised by his aunt to make himself cleaner than a little pig every day. In this way, his roommate half-truly joked about his bed linen and clothes. Washing too frequently is like a little daughter-in-law.

Among the six, Mr. Meng and Kong Yingguang are the most particular. Kong Yingguang also likes to think of himself as a native of the provincial capital.In addition, Fan Yuanjie himself was indeed too careless, which made everyone criticize.Kong Yingguang couldn't see it, so he jumped out first to let him pay attention, Fan Yuanjie became angry, not only did not change, but even worse.Although everyone complained, they were afraid that the quarrel would have a bad effect, so they all secretly swallowed their anger. Kong Yingguang went to the dormitory management office without saying a word, and then sued the counselor, spreading Fan Yuanjie's slovenly reputation to everyone. Fan Yuanjie Angrily changed to another dormitory.Several people in the dormitory got close to Kong Yingguang all of a sudden, as if admiring the hero who saved the people. Mr. Meng was alone here, and they became lukewarm to him afterwards.

Not long after that, one weekend, I went to Mr. Meng's dormitory to find him.As soon as I walked to the door of 402, I heard a burst of hearty laughter from inside the door: "Then she..."

I usually come to his dormitory on weekends. Before that, it was very quiet every time. In many cases, Mr. Meng was alone in the dormitory.Curious in my heart, I knocked lightly on the door, and found that the knocking sound was almost covered by the sound from inside. I was about to knock harder when the door suddenly opened.

A tall boy stood behind the door with a smile on his face: "Who are you looking for?"

He should be about the same height as Mr. Meng, maybe a little shorter, but because of his thick back and a wider body, he looks a size bigger than Mr. Meng.It was early autumn, and he was still wearing a pair of shorts, revealing light brown skin, short hair naturally slightly curly, not handsome, but at first glance he had a mental appearance that was easy to like.

I said I was looking for Meng Qiansheng, but he showed a very strange expression, let me go out, and called Mr. Meng back.

There was an empty bed in the dormitory, and the bed was covered with suitcases, bedding rolls, books and various sundries. The whole dormitory was neat at a glance, but it couldn't be seen carefully.Mr. Meng just put away the closet, nodded at me, and heard him ask: "Who is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

"My friend." Mr. Meng picked up his wallet, "He is not from our school." Then he said to me, "This is Kong Yingguang."

Kong Yingguang sat on the seat, stepping on the leg of the empty chair next to him, and the back of the chair was tilted back: "Confucius's hole, hero's ying, just light."

The enthusiasm of strangers always makes me inexplicably on guard, I can only forcefully smile at him and say that my name is He Yujun.

Kong Yingguang asked which school you were in again. He heard me say that he was in Zhengda University. He immediately asked what major he was majoring in. When I spoke Chinese, he smiled intriguingly: "Are you and Meng Qiansheng high school classmates? Or junior high school classmates? He didn't say anything. He had classmates at National Chengchi University."

Mr. Meng said: "High school. Let's go out for dinner first. Do you want me to bring something back for you?"

Kong Yingguang said no, he would go out later.After finishing speaking, he stretched a lot, and said goodbye to us while exhaling, the voice was so loud that people's ears were buzzing.

I always feel that Mr. Meng doesn't like Kong Yingguang very much.Maybe it was just because he frowned slightly when he said that Guan Ting and Kong Yingguang were together, but at that time he was picking the chopped green onion off his plate, and a small piece of nasty chopped green onion stuck to his chopsticks , so I can't be sure.

I said, very good, I can finally live the world of two people.

Mr. Meng smiled at Tofu.

Not long after, Kong Yingguang learned about the relationship between Guan Ting and Mr. Meng's classmates, and he became more warm to Mr. Meng, and the dormitory was full of harmony.Guan Ting occasionally remembered that there were still these two dog friends, so he called Mr. Meng and I to have dinner together, but he never forgot to call Kong Yingguang, and the original three old acquaintances gathered together became four, without embarrassment or embarrassment. Sitting together and staring at each other.

I told Guan Ting that we should get together less in the future, and that Meng Qiansheng and I were always clinging to you, what would your boyfriend think.Guan Ting waved his hand dryly: "I told him earlier, and he said 'what does it matter', you see, he is quite reasonable."

Women in love simply cannot communicate.Fortunately, Guan Ting values ​​sex over friends, and usually sees Kong Yingguang as a dragon, which is convenient for me and Mr. Meng to get tired of together.

At first I didn't find any disadvantages of learning Chinese, and I thought it was very interesting. I was not tired and could read novels to pass the time. I didn't even need to learn advanced mathematics. It was really a great joy in life.Later, towards the end of the term, I really tasted what it means to be overwhelmed with pain. I wished I could sleep on the floor in the study room of the library and swallow five or six hundred pages of books all night.

The people in the study room of Zhengda University are all amazing, full of experts from the law, politics, and philosophy departments, coming in and out with tomes that are as thick as two bricks, and the corridors are full of chants, Some of the people on both sides frowned in deep thought, some laughed loudly, and the cold wind chilled them as they walked past.

Holding an almost brand-new history of Chinese literature in my arms, I mustered up the courage to peek inside, and was immediately beaten to death by Taotao's murderous intent.

So in the days after the end of the semester, I walked two streets to the library of the University of International Business and Economics every morning to study by myself.As the exam week approached, the campus of the University of International Business and Economics still had a relaxed atmosphere. On the road, I saw many gorgeous girls going out arm in arm.I smelled the lingering fragrance of the girls in the cold air, and said with emotion: "It's no wonder that the University of International Business and Economics is ten points higher than the University of Political Science and Technology, and the ability to study is really different."

Mr. Meng said coldly: "It's better to go out and have fun and wait for the make-up exam afterwards."

There were not many vacant seats in the study room, so we sat down opposite a girl.She was lowering her head to calculate a problem, and the book in front of her was spread out. I glanced at it, but I didn't understand it. It probably looked like economics.She raised her head when she heard the sound, and met my eyes. We were both startled at the same time, and then smiled at each other.She seemed embarrassed, and hurriedly gathered the books that were piled up on the table back to her.

The atmosphere in the study room of the University of International Business and Economics is as gentle as the eye waves between the lovers of the University of Hong Kong, making me absent-minded all morning.There are three couples in the line of sight alone. The two sit opposite each other. Occasionally, when they get tired of reading, the two parties look up with a tacit understanding and smile silently at each other. The couple on the right is probably a professional, and they gather together to study Textbooks, I can't even hear a sound.I turned another page of the book and turned to glance at Mr. Meng. The book was full of messy graphs, but he was more engrossed in reading it than nude pictorials.

It's just tasteless.As I was thinking this way, I caught a glimpse of the person opposite from the corner of my eye, and looked at the girl in a blink of an eye, and she was secretly looking at me and smiling. When I found that I was looking at her, I immediately turned my head away pretending not to, but I couldn't help laughing, dimples on both sides of my cheeks. deep.

I was simply baffled, I didn't know what was funny about me, but since she didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, I didn't care about it.Later, from time to time, I felt that her gaze was on me. In order to avoid the embarrassment of facing each other, I had to keep my head down and read the book.

We had lunch with Mr. Meng in the well-known No. [-] canteen of the University of International Trade and Technology, and we chewed gum all the way back to the library.I hoped that the girl was still there in the afternoon, so that I wouldn't look around. I didn't know that I had just walked to the table and hadn't sat down. Mr. Meng packed up my things and led me to the reading room.

The aunt who manages the reading room probably has the problem of "hating all the little kids who come in and don't read and take up seats for self-study". The two of us went in with our books in our hands, and were rewarded by the aunt who was watching "Discipline and Punishment". The eyes of fireworks in the world.

Passing through the middle of the bookshelf, I leaned into Mr. Meng's ear and asked, "Why change places? The study room outside is so free, you can't make a sound here."

Before I finished speaking, Mr. Meng, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and pushed me against the bookshelf suddenly.This sudden shock was enough, like a robbery halfway, before I screamed, he had already kissed him, the mint smell of the chewing gum just spit out before entering the door was still there, my tongue was cold and soft, I almost couldn't bear it Take a bite.

He supported my side face with one hand, and put my head on the bookshelf. A few books were only held by one arm, and gradually lost balance. The top one slipped down and hit my foot, " With a sound, it bounced up slightly, rolled to the ground next to it, and spread its belly in all directions.

The sound of clacking high-heeled shoes followed, I quickly pushed him away, just squatted down, the face of the management aunt appeared at the end of the bookshelf, looked at us with raised eyebrows, and then clattered away .I picked up the "Political Economy", and Mr. Meng seemed to be more than satisfied. He licked his lower lip lightly, and I slapped him on the ass with that book: "Let me know before you play hooligans."

"Notify you now."

He took the book from my hand, smiled and kissed me on the face: "I won't sit there in the morning. That girl has been looking at you all morning and asked me which department you are in."

I wondered: "When? Why didn't I hear it."

"When you go to the toilet." When the bookshelf came to the end, he let me go, "It's quiet here."

Sour and jealous.

I was a little disgusted in my heart, and I caught a glimpse of the shadow on the window glass, which just reflected my silly smile.

The reading room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, only the occasional sound of Mr. Meng turning the pages of the book, a light and fluttering sound, like a decisive blade scraping back and forth on the heart, making people restless and itchy.

I have been distracted all afternoon, and I have read less than ten pages of the book.He took a breath to refresh himself, his throat was cool, and the mint smell seemed to have not dissipated.His eyes involuntarily moved to the side, and Mr. Meng's hand on the black and white paper curled up slightly, lifting a corner of the page.

The hand that occasionally appears in the dream is as long as it is now, but because of too much force, the front of the nails are slightly white, the joints are obviously protruding, the skin on the back of the hand is extremely tight, and the blue blood vessels can be easily seen. Full of boiling blood.

The blood all over my body was about to burn, and a wave of heat lazily stretched my limbs, arched the back of my neck along my spine, and the back of my head seemed to be covered by a large piece of warm cotton, hanging down wetly.

Unexpectedly, that hand suddenly stretched out and covered my eyes.

I have never felt that his hands were so hot, it made my eye sockets red, and the eyeballs seemed to have been rolled on a soldering iron.

His breath was blown into my brain, as if a heavy hammer fell on a red-hot iron bar, blasting thousands of broken stars.His head became a big cauldron, gurgling thick soup, his lips touched my earbones, I thought it was a kiss, but the soft touch quickly disappeared, and I reacted in a daze , he was talking to me.

The beating of the heart was so loud that he must have heard it clearly. I tried my best to wave away the shadow of that hand to distinguish what he was talking about.

"Sit over there. You affect my reading of high numbers."