Dormitory Chronicles: A Pure First Love

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A memory worth treasuring for a lifetime: Mingming. Just like her name, she was fresh and bright, like the brilliant sunlight passing through dark clouds; she was gentle and lovely, like the glistening dew on a morning glory in early summer; she was healthy and gentle, like a plump and round fruit in autumn.

Besides schoolwork and exercise, my mind was filled with her image. Every day I began to foolishly miss her.

Her appearance made me forget my long, ignorant, and fruitless 1644 days of unrequited love; her appearance made me forget my long and painful one-sided crush. I didn't even have the energy to greet other girls.

I thought, since I already have a priceless gem, why look back and pick up those seemingly familiar stones?

In the afternoon, I sat alone by the window, opened it, and quietly watched the spring rain dance. The fresh air, carrying the fragrance of green grass and flowers, was intoxicating. I asked myself, why am I so obsessed with this sprite? I don't know, no answer. Her scent? Was it her gentleness? Perhaps no answer is the best response.

In my dream, I hold her in my hands, like cradling a precious gift from heaven, a sparkling gem. Gazing at the gem in the breeze, I seem to have grasped a certain realm.

She, of course, can stay, because I will cherish her, protect her, and give her as much warmth and care as possible; she can choose to leave, because the gem's arrival may have been too swift, so suffocating, numbing, and bewildering… Her departure may be silent, leaving only sweet memories and bitter sorrow, like a cup of rich, fragrant coffee mixed with intoxicating vodka…

You can go to the place of your dreams, soar freely.

…

This was the true feeling I had when I first met my girlfriend, which truly excited me for a long time. Now, it seems like a sealed memory, not worth dwelling on. But those past experiences are still worth sharing with everyone.

That was several months ago…

When I was studying, I would always wander around the main building. Actually, it wasn't just me; many single guys did the same. Partly, it was to find a popular classroom, but more often, it was to find pretty girls in a popular classroom. I, on the other hand, hoped to encounter a strange romance.

After all, university campuses aren't fairy tales; the gap between ideals and reality still exists here.

I waited and hoped for a long time, but love didn't come. Instead, I developed the habit of simply waiting in a study room. Later, when I was obsessed with taking the postgraduate entrance exam, I simply pretended to be righteous and sat alone in a corner…

Love might happen in a glance, or even a chance encounter…

I was still studying in my favorite classroom on a late summer evening. It was already 8 o'clock. Hmm, I should go get some hot water, otherwise the hot water room would be closed. Thinking of this, I got up to leave. At this moment, I saw a girl with medium-length, layered hair tidying up her laptop on her desk behind me. "Heh, she's really rich,"

I thought to myself.

"Excuse me, I need to get some water. Could you watch my things for me?"

I turned my head, and a pretty face came into view. We were about four meters apart. I could clearly see her big, clear eyes, smooth skin with a delicate and rosy glow, pink and glossy lips, and a slight smile revealing her pearly teeth. Her hair seemed very flowing and soft. She was about 167 cm tall, wearing a tight pink short-sleeved top and dark blue skinny jeans, paired with canvas shoes...

In just a few seconds, I suddenly realized that I had lost my composure. How could I stare at a girl for so long? I felt my face suddenly getting hot and red...

"Sure, but..." I lowered my head, still very shy.

"What..." She saw the large cup in my hand. "Let me get you some water, here."

My hand instinctively handed her the cup. Her radiant smile captivated me. To be honest, despite being usually quite self-centered, even extremely disapproving of couples being affectionate in broad daylight on campus, I stood frozen, as if electrocuted. Luckily, there weren't many people studying at the time, or it would have been so embarrassing.

After standing there for a while, it dawned on me. Oh, ah, haha, haha. I was so carried away.

I took the English book I was reading and placed it in front of her computer, wanting her to know I was happy to help her.

While waiting for her to return with the water, I thought about many things, far too many. It seemed I foresaw our bright future together...

"Hi, reading? Thank you." A youthful face, radiating warmth and enthusiasm, appeared.

I took the cup. "Thank you too. By the way, which department are you in?"

"I'm in finance. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm..."

The conversation quickly bridged the gap between us. Suddenly, I realized we felt like we'd known each other for ages. We chatted on and off from 8 to 10 pm. I'd already taken my bag to her seat. She was in the finance department, and even prettier than those so-called "department beauties"! Of course, our way of chatting was very primitive. We wrote down our situations on scrap paper, haha. It was so much fun. We couldn't talk in the classroom, though. After evening self-study, there was still half an hour until 11 pm. I offered to walk her back to her dorm, and she readily agreed. I could tell from her eyes, her movements, and her relaxed demeanor that she liked me.

Walking along the road, my heart raced. I suddenly felt so happy, being able to escort such a gentle, lovely, and beautiful girl on such a dark night. Walking along the tree-lined path on the west side of the campus, it felt like I'd been led there by fate. This is a lovers' paradise; the streetlights are only lit from a distance, and double chairs are spaced several meters apart. Under the streetlights, students studying for the GRE and TOEFL are diligently working. In the areas not illuminated by the streetlights, couples playfully frolic, though students don't go too far.

We sat together, seemingly without any physical contact, just chatting until late, until lights out…

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't listen to the skinny girl's stories about prostitutes anymore, I didn't want to discuss her amazing sexual techniques with the scholar, and I didn't want to hear about the Beijing guy's sexual experiences. I was in love, or at least I was in love with her.

Maybe this is what love at first sight is like. Classic, isn't it? Hehe.

The arrival of love made me forget everything, and life began to be happy again.

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