Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 211 Girl, the only one you can rely on in this world is yourself.
In the Xueyi cafeteria.

At the dinner table, Xu Qingyou stared at Zhong Ling, Zhong Ling looked at Li Jiankun, and Li Jiankun glanced at Xu Qingyou.

What is the situation that Xu Qing wants to talk about? Why don't you make a fuss and come over and sit at the same table to eat? This is completely different from what he thought!
"Zhong Ling, why are you..."

"Why don't you hang yourself?"

Zhong Ling smiled lightly and said: "You really think I'm stupid. I've been here in Beijing for two years. How many times have I asked you to go out? Have you been there once? Last time he... gave me a dress, so you should tell me first I was really happy about him opening a store at the time, but when I thought about it later, what did it mean? We are old classmates, so he hid the store opening from me. Isn’t it normal to give him some clothes to make up for it afterwards? "

She paused and glanced at Li Jiankun, "He no longer has me in his heart."

Li Jiankun scratched his head, which made him a little embarrassed.

Frankly speaking, he was already prepared for Zhong Ling to come over and "provoke the accusation." He had wanted to show off with Zhong Ling a long time ago, but he didn't know Miss Shen at that time, so he couldn't make up a girlfriend. We all moved around a lot, so we couldn't fool him. of.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Ling thought it through on his own, rendering all the rhetoric he had thought of useless.

Of course, this is a good thing.

"Here, let's have a drink instead of wine. Congratulations to us for growing up." Li Jiankun raised the Arctic Ocean.

"Boom!"

Li Jiankun took a sip first, and then watched Zhong Ling drink the entire bottle of Arctic Ocean in one gulp, a little stunned.

This is still something.

"What's wrong, am I thirsty?" Zhong Ling finished a bottle and wiped his mouth.

I had to keep this "wine" with me, and Li Jiankun also drank it all in one gulp, his throat hurt from the cold.

Did Xu Qing mean to accompany him? He felt very unhappy. Why was it that the old thief was able to avert any danger?

"She is beautiful?" Zhong Ling asked seemingly casually while picking up vegetables and eating.

"It's okay. I've seen this grandson before. You can ask him." For some reason, Li Jiankun felt so depressed that he didn't want to talk more.

Zhong Ling looked at Xu Qingyou.The latter waved his hand, "I just glanced at it from a distance and didn't see it clearly at all."

It's a half-truth.

Zhong Ling originally wanted to inquire about this girl, but when he saw Li Jiankun was silent, he smiled and said: "I'm full and will go back first. Li Jiankun, I wish you happiness. Xu Qingyou, the same goes for you."

Looking at her leaving figure, especially when she walked to the door of the cafeteria, the cold air hit her and her whole body shrank slightly. Li Jiankun saw a sense of loss and helplessness.

She is just hiding.

She has always been a strong, independent, and smart girl.After two years in college, that wisdom became even more apparent.After all, he and Xu Sunzi still looked at Zhong Ling from the perspective of middle school.

"Why do I feel that there is something in her words? It seems like she is saying goodbye."

Xu Qingyou held his cheek and analyzed, "Damn it! Old thief, she won't commit suicide!"

You won't seek death even if you kill her!
But Li Jiankun didn't say this, and glared at him fiercely, "Mader, if this really happens, you will be the number one murderer, and I will be the second!"

Xu Qingyou shrank his neck and said harshly: "I... just did what an old friend should do!"

"Humph!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I'm wrong. I'll go to Beiyu to look for her later. I'm not looking for Shen Hongyi either."

Xu Qingyou raised his hands and surrendered. He was a person who cherished feathers very much. When he realized that things might get serious, he hurriedly wanted to jump out.

"Shen Hongyi, why don't you look for it? Look for it." Li Jiankun said.

"Ah?" Xu Qingyou took a closer look and realized that he was not joking, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"You ask her to work and you don't give her money? She needs money."

Xu Qingyou was confused, "You are so rich, do you still care about the little money I gave her?"

"She doesn't know I'm rich." Li Jiankun said sideways, "Of course, you can continue to show your good style and tell her. I just didn't know how to say it."

You are so beautiful!
Xu Qingyou couldn't figure out how to have money, and it became a problem.He simply didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, he was not willing to do anything that would help the old thief. "Hey, old thief, to be honest, I took a look at that girl from a distance yesterday. She must be very beautiful. You are quite courageous. If you let me get in touch with her, you won't be afraid..."

"You?"

Li Jiankun looked over, "Just you? Can you take a pee and take a picture?"

After saying that, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Eat by yourself. Wash the lunch box and take it to my dormitory."

"Why?"

"How dare you say, who did this shit today?"

"..."

Xu Qing was so angry that he didn't watch the good show of beating Chen Shimei, and he had to wash the lunch box, and was mercilessly despised... Without bragging, he thought he was handsomer than the old thief, and he looked like an old thief. Mr. Mang, he is gentle and gentle, which is in line with the current mainstream aesthetics.

The only thing the old thief has is that he has a few more stinky money than him.

But his family is well off, and if his father goes further, he can go to the province.

grab!
Ma De, he had made up his mind. If Shen Hongyi looked down upon him so much, even if Shen Hongyi looked pockmarked, he would snatch her away.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to dispel the hatred in his heart.

Northern dialect.

night.

The lights in the dormitory have been turned off, and most of the students who have been busy studying all day are fast asleep.

In the corridor where only a small yellow light bulb was lit at the top of the stairs, a girl was leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground with her legs bent, her head buried between her knees, her right hand covering her mouth tightly, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Clap! Clap!"

Big tears kept dripping down, soaking large areas of the cement floor at his feet.

The cold north wind penetrated everywhere, and I don't know how long it passed until a layer of ice crystals formed on the tear pool on the ground.The girl held her stiff body and tried to stand up.

"Pfft!"

He fell heavily to the ground.

She could barely feel her feet.

At this time, it was probably the best time to sleep in the early morning. No one heard the sound, and no one ran out of the dormitory to help her.

The girl just lay on the cold concrete floor, squirming slowly, causing the blood that was about to solidify to flow through her body. Slowly, she found that her feet could move, so she increased the squirming. After a while, she put her hands on the ground and tried Stand up again.

Successful.

However, when she wanted to pull her hand away, she found that she couldn't lift it at all. It turned out that her left hand was pressed into the pool of her own tears.

She gritted her teeth and tore hard, blood spilled, and a piece of palm skin was stuck to the ground.

But she didn't feel much pain.

She staggered back to her dormitory and never asked anyone for help.

Today she understood once again that the only person she could rely on in this world was herself.She has no control over anything except herself.

After returning to the dormitory, the girl still didn't sleep. She found a rag, briefly bandaged her left hand, then sat at the small table by the window sill, took out the letter paper and pen, and used a flashlight in one hand.

With strong perseverance, I restrained my trembling right hand and slowly wrote on the letter paper in block letters that could be used as a copybook for junior primary school students:
"Application for studying in Eastern Europe..."

In fact, she always had a chance, but last year she gave up hesitantly.

She was the first in oral English in the Russian major of the Department of Eastern Languages ​​at Beijing Language and Culture University, and the first in the examination paper in the 77 session.

(End of this chapter)