Fleeting Midsummer Chapter 2.1 (1/2)
Chapter 2.1- Entering the Campus
Not too long afterwards, I heard a sound of knocking gla.s.s, I turned, it was my mom. She blinked to me and protruded her lip towards Fang Yu Ke, and made a “You can do it!” gesture. I gave a hopeless breath and rolled my eyes, and I angrily said: “Can you stop?”
This time, I scared the person wrapped up in his book, Fang Yu Ke. He stared at my angry face and said: “If a girl’s temper is too heavy she won’t be able to marry.” He didn’t wait for me to reply before he went back to his book again.
The train finally thundered forward. I couldn’t come up with anything to say so, I grabbed a copy of “Salon” [1], I flipped through a few pages and felt extremely bored, I didn’t have anything to say but I tried to find something and asked: “Fang Yu Ke, how did you get into Beijing University?”
Fang Yu Ke didn’t lift his head, and continued to twirl the pen: “Before I was always the first in the school, so this is normal.”
“Oh. It’s lucky that I dazedly also tested in, otherwise you would be the only person who made it in of the whole town, then, how lonely would you be? Hehe.” I laughed, in actuality, my wound had been ripped open again and sprinkled with salt (she was trying to make conversation but he just backstabbed her so brutally oo).
Throughout the whole train ride, I lonelily sent short texts, looked through “Salon”, ate chicken, I had nothing much to do. But Fang Yu Ke was like a statue who sat opposite me, reading his book, if it wasn’t for his twirling pen, I would have suspected he wasn’t a living creature. In the end, I became drowsy, lay on the small table, and fell asleep. Within my haze, I was woken up by Fang Yu Ke: “Hey, you can go to the berth to sleep.” I wiped away the saliva on my mouth, and trudged to the back, I didn’t even take off my shoes, I just lay on the berth not conscious of anything else. When I woke up, Fang Yu Ke who was opposite me was reading again. What a nerd.
After it had pa.s.sed a little more than ten hours, the train finally reached its stop.
Thus we arrived at school early on a Sunday, the train station didn’t pick up our cla.s.smates. Fang Yu Ke and I called for a car to take us directly to Beijing University. The taxi driver and I chatted very amiably, Fang Yu Ke was like ice at my side, cooling the atmosphere. When I had someone to talk to, the time pa.s.sed quickly and I felt it hadn’t pa.s.sed too long before the driver said that we had arrived. I got off the car, when I looked up I could see the four cla.s.sic words “Beijing University” that I had often seen on TV.
I threw my suitcase aside, and stood under the big plaque, I told Fang Yu Ke: “Cla.s.smate Fang Yu ke, help me take some pictures. If the developed picture doesn’t have me in it, it will tell me that I am really dreaming.”
Fang Yu Ke saw my idiotic expression, he shook his head saying to me: “Can you not be so childish?”
I laughed: ‘That’s not the same, you guys look at Beijing University like you’ve seen your family. When you were born it was already determined that you were a Beijing University person, and you don’t have any feelings for it. I am not the same. I am a stalk of gra.s.s that was married into this wealthy family. I don’t know if other wealthy people are regretful. If I’m kicked out, this picture will be evidence of my marriage, it can prove that I used to live a wealthy life.”