Twelve Difficult Study Abroad Life

Next Thursday is the midterm exam.

Twelve is the kind of person who usually has a good time and takes the exam crematorium, and the more anxious he is, the more he can't learn. After a few days of muddling, he finally made it to the day of the exam.

Twelve hasn't seen Li since the last time he invited her to dinner.For nearly a week, Li didn't come to class and didn't respond to messages.

Twelve was faintly worried, and didn't know how to contact him, so he had to go to the examination room early.

The exam will come, she thought.

The seats in the examination room are randomly assigned in advance, and latecomers will be arranged by the teaching assistant in the last two rows of the classroom.Twelve was sitting in the middle of the classroom and at the back, the usually empty classroom was full of people at this time, Twelve cast his eyes and scanned again and again, only saw Zeming sitting in the left front of the classroom, but did not see Li's messy hair .

"The exam has started, you can open the test paper." The professor's curry accent was the same as always.

Twelve looked around the examination room for the last time, then lowered his head and started the examination.

It took her only 80 minutes to complete the 50-minute exam, and then she sat on the seat for another 10 minutes for inspection, and finally decided to hand in the paper early.

It was exactly six o'clock in the evening when she left the back door of the classroom.It was dark early in winter, and under the dim light in the corridor, she saw a familiar figure coming out of the front door.

"Li." Twelve strode forward to stop him, "Are you okay? Why didn't you reply?"

Li's bangs cast a shadow, and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly. He looked a little haggard, and his normally fair complexion turned yellow under the light.

Li sniffed and said, "Fortunately, I was playing at the beach recently - the signal is not good."

As he was about to leave, Twelve turned to him persistently: "Let's talk? I'll buy you coffee."

After hesitating for a long time, Li finally nodded, and the two came to the Starbucks on campus. Li refused to give the girl a treat, so in the end Li paid for two cups of coffee.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Twelve took a sip of coffee and asked bluntly, "You're in a bad mood?"

Li held the coffee, the steam swelled in front of him.His seat was backlit, making him even more gloomy.

"It's okay, let's relax before the exam."

Li said, raised his head and smiled at Twelve.He had a nice smile, but at this moment his eyes were clearly cold, with a bit of bitter taste.

"You have a cold?" Twelve caught a trace of his nasal voice.

"Oh, maybe." Li was a little surprised, and then smiled after finishing speaking, "Sure enough, it's easy to catch a cold when you go to the beach in this season."

This time last year, schools were filled with little Thanksgiving fliers.Most of the organizers are branches of various church institutions. Missionaries will attract the masses by distributing free food, and then introduce the focus-mission.

It was the first time for Zeming to see this kind of small flyer, and it happened that there was nothing to do on Thanksgiving, so he suggested to take a look together. Li naturally agreed without hesitation.

The sun was just right at noon, and the two sat in the corner, not listening to what the pious missionaries were saying, and immersed themselves in playing games online.

Li's skills are really good. After winning a few rounds with Zeming, Zeming felt that he had no face. He threw the phone aside and stretched lazily: "I don't want to play anymore."

Li put down the phone with a smile, and carefully rubbed Zeming's head with his hand.

Zeming didn't seem to be bothered.His hair has grown a little longer, and it feels soft and not prickly, making Li feel so comfortable.

A microphone was set up on the stage, and a harsh electrical sound made Zeming sit up straight and look forward: "What are they doing?"

Li recalled the English clips he heard while playing games, and explained: "It seems that today is the birthday of a certain missionary wife, and he wants to sing to her."

Zeming is not interested in religion at all, but singing can still be heard.

Sitting on the stage was a middle-aged white male with light brown hair, wearing a plaid pullover, and a pair of well-polished leather shoes.Holding the guitar, he spoke with a deep and magnetic voice.

Zeming couldn't understand the lyrics he sang, but he just thought it sounded good.The man sang a song, looking affectionately at the right corner of the stage from time to time. Zeming followed his gaze, and saw a short Asian woman with her hands in front of her, shaking her body slightly with the singing, she must be his wife.

"Oh, that's great..." Zeming sighed softly, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and listened to the song.

Li didn't look at the singing man, didn't even care what he sang and to whom.He just smiled and watched Zeming lying on the chair.

The gentle winter sun came in layer by layer, dyeing the ends of Zeming's hair golden brown, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if enjoying it very much.

Li suddenly felt that his heart, which had been wandering for more than 20 years, had quietly calmed down at this moment, and he just wanted to be by someone's side.

After singing the song, when Zeming opened his eyes, he was looking at Shang Li with a smile on his face. He froze for a moment, and then smiled softly.He pointed out the window and said, "The sun is so bright, let's sit outside."

Li replied softly: "Okay."

The two found an empty corner of the lawn outside the college, and lay down with two "big" characters on their buttocks.

"You used to be in Singapore?" Zeming squinted his eyes at the cloudless blue sky, the sun was rarely so dazzling.

"Yes." Li replied simply.With his right hand he set up an arbor to pretend to block the sun, but his eyes drifted quietly to Zeming.

At some point, Li found himself completely unable to take his eyes off Zeming.His heart was pounding, his left hand was less than an inch away from Zeming's, and he could touch it with a little stretch of fingers.But with such a small distance, he felt farther away than anywhere else in the world.He drifted for so long, so far, as if he suddenly found a feeling of home in Zeming.He used to dare to go anywhere even if he was alone, but he didn't dare to go back to this home easily.

He is not disgusted, is he?Not offensive, right? Li recalled all the past, and his mind was in chaos.

"Is there any difference between Singapore and here?" The sun was really comfortable, and Zeming simply closed his eyes.

"There are more regulations on renting houses here." Li tried his best to find some order in his answer from his chaotic mind.In fact, Zeming was just asking casually, but Li still wanted to answer every question seriously.

"There was a landlord in Singapore who didn't eat pork before, and he didn't tell me that I accidentally bought pork and put it in the refrigerator, and he threw all my luggage out the next day." Li Xuxu said. All kinds of things are not very clear in his mind, as if he can only think about the present, he can only think about the present, "Then I dragged my luggage and spent the night in the supermarket..."

The wind is very small, swirling slowly, and occasionally passers-by can hear the crisp click of sycamore leaves.

Li spoke slowly while Zeming listened quietly.Then Zeming took a long breath, and Li half propped himself up to look at him.

Is he asleep?

Li looked at him for a long, long time, then took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, she hooked his finger quietly and quietly.