If I don't have a beautiful face anymore.
If I don't have a good figure anymore.
If I don't have gold and silver treasures anymore.
If I don't have any immortal powers anymore.
Will you still love ? Will you change your mind?
The blazing inferno consud everything. The Heaven and the earth were distorted with the smoke. I crawled to the corner of the bed and smiled and looked at the man lying on it. The dresser table slowly fell and the bronze mirror reflected the last view of my face, before the beautiful face that was capable of causing the downfall of a state was instantly annihilated, scattering in the ashes and dispersing with the smoke.
The alarm clock sounded and I reached out and felt for the button to turn it off for a long ti before I got up, finally waking up from this nightmare and opened my eyes, it is already 7:15 am and I was already late for school. So I quickly jumped out of bed, changed my clothes, put on shoes and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up and combed my hair.
This is a dream I often have, the scenery changes too, sotis it is sad, sotis it is happy. I absent-mindedly raised my head to look at the mirror in front of . The girl reflecting back at
was lacking, she was not tall, she was also flat-chested, her hair looked like it hadn't been combed for a long ti, at present she looked very ssy, her face obviously had so good features, but her complexion was sowhat dull. Her eyes, caused by staying up late at night to read novels, her eyes were bloodshot and also had a pair of big dark circles, her chin also had two new pimples. Although she was not ugly, she was also ordinary and not the type to attract people's attention, much less dreaming of being a woman whose beauty could overturn a country.
Sure enough, I have been reading too many romance novels, that I am so discontent that I am even dreaming dreams of becoming a beautiful woman, and there seems to be a handso guy who is gentle and considerate in every way and we seem to be in conjugal bliss, but his face is vague and muddled and I cannot rember his appearance, I only rember that I was very dependent on him. Furthermore, the na of the woman in the dream is also sowhat similar to mine, what was it again, Hua Miao Miao? And my na is Lin Xiao Miao, why is there such a difference in our appearance? God is not fair.
After indulging in my flight of fanciful thoughts for a while, I hurriedly returned to reality, brushed my teeth and washed my face. Simply combed my hair back and tied it, so it won't be chaotic. Hurriedly grabbed a shirt with a large white kitty cat printed on the front from my closet and put on worn-out jeans, picked up my bag and put in my textbooks and prepared to head to school.
"He is called A' Hua, swinging his tail, it only drinks milk but that day it drank tea with ..." I hadn't gone out the door yet when my phone rang and I saw it was my best friend and college classmate Xiao Yu calling and so answered.
**(It's a children's song about a woman who went to her childhood ho and starts reminiscing about her ti growing up with her deceased cat, A'Hua...LOL it's her ringtone)**
"Miao Miao, are you free today?" As I answered the call, Xiao Yu excitedly asked , it seems to be sothing fun.
I answered her while wearing her shoes, "I am preparing to head to school. If I don't make it on ti, you help
sneak in from the back of the class."
"What are you talking about? Classes resu the day after tomorrow." Xiao Yu said a little surprised.
I stopped my hands and looked at the calendar. It seems I had mistaken the date because of my sleepiness and couldn't help but begin to rush out confused, "Do you want
to go shopping with you?"
"I really envy you, it must be nice to be renting an apartnt outside...you are so blissfully unaware you have forgotten the date." Xiao Yu nagged for a while, then pleaded, "Today is my boyfriend's birthday, but I forgot that I had signed up to pick up a freshman from the train station. I am imploring you as an old friend, can you go on my behalf?"
"No. I want to sleep." I want to enjoy my last few days of sumr vacation lazily. I bluntly turned her down.
"I will give you a pound of dried squid! It's an excellent product!" Xiao Yu resorted to bribery,
"Do you think that I am the kind of person you can buy for a pound of dried squid?"
"Two pounds!"
I imdiately agreed.
"You don't have a brain, silly Miao..." Xiao Yu laughed and hung up.
I was put off by her comnt and felt so resentnt.
Our university is in the bustling O city, it is considered a second-tier university, there is no advantage when it cos to recruiting. For my parents, that I can be admitted to this school, it is the blessing of my ancestors for them burning tall incense sticks that I could pass brilliantly. My high school classmates were also surprised. With the exception of the Sports departnt, I don't think there is such a stupid university student who forgot the day school was starting and rushed out thinking they were late.
Everyone thinks that the reason I could get into the school is because I have been practicing Taekwondo from childhood up until my 2nd year of high school. I also won the championship 400 ters race in my city and so I was able to get a lot of points added to my entrance examination scores and get in as a special student. Many sports colleges would be willing to make an exception and admit students to practice and to participate in sprinting or perhaps Taekwondo competitions on their behalf. My mother agrees with this view very much, but my father dismissed her thoughts in one sentence: "Is it easy to win the Olympic championship? What if she doesn't get to the championship and gets injured? Can you cope with that? If she doesn't win the championship, which idiot is going to marry a woman who can pick him up at any ti to be his wife? There will be fewer options to pick from to marry in the future!" That coupled with my own lack of interest in professional sports. So during my third year of high school, my parents paid a high price for a tutor and urged
to work hard day and night to diligently study to make up for my lack of natural talent with hard work, to force feed and chanically morize information to reconcile my luck. Unexpectedly, I was able to rank about the bottom of the entry list.
After I went to university, my class instructor liked my hard working and low-key self and so every sports competition, if I can win a prize will give
a grade, and let
pass my exams with a little effort and now I am a second-year student.
The only thing that dissatisfied my instructor is that our dormitories are notoriously bad and many people are not willing to live in and I managed to escape from the accommodation. I was still a good girl in her eyes, but I moved to a rented room about 20 minutes from school under the strong demand of my parents. It is a relatively old building with five floors, it is owned by relatives who were abroad. They already opened up a lot of suites or one-bedrooms and rented them to nearby workers and students. To give my parents face, my rent is extrely low, but I have to help them collect rent and utility bills from the other tenants every month and also help tenants check-in on move-in and inspect the rooms when they move out and then send all the money to them.
I took a bus for about half an hour to get to the train station. I went about it in my usual lazy manner, I saw many students who had signed up with the student union to voluntarily welco new students at the train station, holding up the xx university welco signs, waiting for their lovely junior sister or brother to arrive.
Today is the last day for freshn arrivals, so there are only a few people here for pick up, so we were bored from waiting and idly gossiping together, we were gossiping about one junior sister being very cute and complaining about not seeing any handso junior brother yet.
As we talked, I kept scanning the crowd with eyes, this is a habit I have developed since I was a child. It seems I am always looking for soone, but who could that person be? Maybe it's just a quirk.
As we watched the wonderful scenery, soone suddenly appeared in our line of sight. It was a foreign mixed-race handso guy. He is about 185cm tall and was wearing a simple casual shirt and jeans, the proportion of his body is also good with long legs, he looked as good as a model. His short black hair curled around and draped around his forehead, his facial features were also very delicate, together with a pair crafty looking jade green eyes that were looking around. The corner of his mouth was lifted in a smile, which made him look so loveable and dangerously handso. He looked like the type to have adorable childish nature that many n and won were turning to look at him for a long long ti, reluctant to shift their eyes.
"He's so handso! He must be a celebrity or a model!" The students around
were excitedly saying, the official from the student union, Cheng Fanfan could not hide her excitent and held onto my arm tightly and covertly took out her phone, wanting to take pictures.
I definitely also saw the handso guy's face and felt that he was a little familiar and felt a warm and nostalgic feeling and I felt a fondness for him as if I had gotten along with him sowhere before.
Before I could delve into my thoughts on this, the handso guy with his two long legs, smiled brightly, showing eight beautiful teeth and ca straight at us. I could almost hear Cheng Fanfan's nervous heartbeat next to .
Finally, he stopped in front of
and deeply stared at
with his jade-like eyes. His breathing also seed excited and rushed and he looked like he wanted to say sothing but was too excited to speak.
I was just about to as whether he is a freshman of our school. When the girls from our group rushed over and pushed
to the side and rapidly made the inquiry, they all had on elegant and bashful smiles on their faces, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
The handso guy stretched out his arms and pushed them to the side, dropped his bag and suddenly threw himself towards
and hugged
tightly in his arms and as if he was the protagonist of "3000-mile search to find mother
Reviews
All reviews (0)