My name is Chen Jin. I don't like to get along with others, so I am always alone, savoring loneliness.
My classmates said that I was very cold, and the coldness came from my bones. I am noncommittal, I cannot make them happy, even if I am pretending.
Today is the day for freshmen to enter school. Looking at the busy parents, I can't help but feel sad. This is something I can't do, or in other words, I can't get it.
He turned around to leave, but was tapped on the shoulder. He looks up, has a pretty face, neat short hair, and a straight nose.
"Where can I go to the Freshman Reporting Office?"
I pointed roughly in the direction, glanced at her, and left.
University A is very beautiful in autumn. Walking on the campus paths, the warm wind blows gently, and even the leaves are stretched.
The dormitory is a standard four-person room, and it is very warmly decorated by the roommates. At this time, they are not here. I laughed out loud and went to "entertain" the new students? It's really frank, frank and carefree. ?
After simply changing my clothes, I arrived at the hotel where I had an appointment with my parents. It was grand but empty.
It was just a small family gathering, just a formality to maintain the superficial harmony.
"Jinjin, you are in your third year of college, are you usually tired?"
"Well, it's okay." Both my parents and I knew very well that such a simple conversation was the biggest concession we could make to each other.
My parents were in a business marriage and my mother was infertile, so I was born through a surrogate. My father was a romantic person, and his concern for my daughter was limited to material things. My mother was arrogant and withdrawn, and she never had any gentle words.
Without anyone to care for me, I developed such a character. Indifferent, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and not good at speaking.
When I got back to the dormitory, it was already 9 o'clock. The roommates are all surfing the Internet, eagerly discussing today's peach blossoms. When he saw me pushing the door open, he pulled me to join their debate. I smiled lightly and said, "I had dinner with my parents today."
After being together for more than two years, they knew that my relationship with my parents was unfamiliar, so they no longer forced me to do anything, and just let me go to bed early.
It would be false to say that I am not grateful. This tolerance and accommodation is a rare warmth for me.