Chapter 410: A Dream of Nanke

"Alright students, that's all for today's class."

"I will leave the homework in the group after class, please submit it before next Friday."

In the bright and tidy tiered classroom, the old professor left a sentence, then picked up his thermos cup and left the classroom.

Seeing this scene, Ji You also began to pack up his paper and pen, but after finishing, he did not get up immediately, but turned to look out the window, lost in thought for a moment.

Just at this time, his roommate Fatty walked down from above, saw this, and glanced at him: "Ji You, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, thinking about life."

"What's there to think about in life?"

"I just feel like I've forgotten a very, very long thing."

"Going to the internet cafe?"

Ji You shook his head, then shouldered his backpack and walked towards the outside of the classroom, passing through the empty corridor and into the campus.

The autumn campus had a unique elegance, especially when the golden leaves were falling, giving people a gentleness and tranquility different from the other four seasons.

He used to like autumn very much, sometimes even specifically finding a quiet corner to sit for a day, just watching the autumn leaves fall, but for some reason, he didn't feel any joy at all now.

This feeling was as if something bad was going to happen in autumn, and for him, it was no longer a good day.

Ji You took a long breath, withdrew his gaze, and then walked towards the cafeteria, ordered a bowl of wide noodles, and while eating, he muttered in his heart, what on earth did he forget...

The time at school was still very leisurely, there was not much important work to do, basically just attending classes, sleeping, socializing, and playing games.

Ji You had one more thing than them, which was going to the orphanage in the west of the city to volunteer every weekend, and the days were peaceful and stable.

However, because he always felt that he had forgotten some things in his brain, he always liked to be in a daze, as if he was trying hard to think about something, but in the end, he gained nothing.

After a long time, he himself felt troubled, so he decided several times not to think about it anymore.

But sometimes people's thoughts are not controlled by themselves, for example, there is a child named Hu Zi in the orphanage, who often asks him if he has a younger sister, and even he himself cannot explain why.

Another thing that puzzled him was that the autumn in Lin Chuan this year seemed exceptionally long, with a feeling of not being able to see the end at a glance.

Ji You always felt that half a year had passed, but the leaves were still tottering, refusing to fall truly, as if the whole world was trapped in this golden autumn.

But life is like this, although there are many puzzles, one still has to muddle along.

So he still followed his routine: classes, sleeping, volunteering, but besides his studies, the frequency of his visits to the library also increased.

Such days lasted for nearly half a year, until a bright afternoon.

"Ji You, are you really not going to the internet cafe for a five-person game?"

"Not going, not much interest recently."

"What's wrong with you? You've been absent-minded for the past half year. It's one thing not to play billiards or go online, but you also run to the library all day."

"Men, you know, there are always a few months like that in a year."

On the crisp autumn afternoon, Ji You arrived downstairs at the dormitory building, waved to the four roommates who were heading in the opposite direction, and then headed towards the main road of the campus.

At that time, the warm sunlight shone on his face, making him feel a sense of brightness that could only be described in literary works.

Looking around, the school playground was full of figures, running, playing cards, singing with guitars, and distributing posters to promote the campus forum everywhere, which were everywhere.

He walked past the roadside alone, browsing through thousands of things, and finally arrived at the Lin Chuan University library.

He swiped his card to enter, found a book on the bookshelf, took out a notebook from his backpack, and then sat down.

At the same time, in the third row of bookshelves in the social sciences area, three girls wearing floral dresses looked at him, and after a burst of whispering, they walked to the table where he was.

"Senior, is anyone sitting here?"

"Uh, no one."

Ji You raised his head to look at the three youthful and beautiful girls, and saw them sitting in front of him with sweet smiles.

He turned his head to look at the empty tables around him, then looked at the girl in front of him, and instantly couldn't help but click his tongue. Damn Fang Jincheng, truly a femme fatale.

But just as this sentence came to his mind, he couldn't help but be stunned, as if he had thought of something.

But thinking carefully, he felt as if there was nothing, empty.

"What book is Senior reading?" Just at this time, the girl with the ponytail in front of him asked softly.

Ji You picked up the book he had just taken from the bookshelf and glanced at the title: "The Art of Fiction, a book about how to write."

"Is Senior from the School of Literature?"

"No, but I always feel like there are some stories in my heart that I want to write out."

Ji You said, looking at the notebook at hand.

Throughout the long autumn, he felt that there was a story in his mind that he couldn't remember, which made him feel very awkward.

And as time went on, this feeling turned into a desire to confide, making him feel like he always wanted to chat with someone, but when it came to the point, he couldn't say anything.

The girl with the ponytail leaned over, looked at the notebook on his table, and a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes: "Senior hasn't written a single word yet?"

Ji You nodded: "A bit unsure what to write."

"Didn't you just say there were many stories?"

"Having many stories is a feeling, but if I really want to think about it carefully, I don't know what that feeling is." Ji You answered, looking at his empty notebook.

The girl with the ponytail shifted her gaze at this time and looked at his left hand: "Senior's ring is so special, was it a gift from someone?"

Ji You was slightly startled and looked at the middle finger of his left hand, which was wearing a black ring that looked simple and old: "I've been wearing it for a long time, but I can't remember exactly how I got it."

The girl with the ponytail nodded after hearing this: "Would Senior like to have some milk tea together later? Xitian at the East Campus just opened recently, it's said to be so popular that you have to queue. I have a friend working part-time inside, so we can skip the queue."

"You girls seem to like drinking milk tea as soon as autumn arrives, but I don't really like sweet things."

"Is that so? Then what does Senior like?"

"Roasted sweet potato."

"Hmm? But roasted sweet potato is also sweet."

Ji You frowned slightly, thinking to himself that was true, roasted sweet potato also seemed to be sweet, but he inexplicably liked roasted sweet potato very much.

Thinking of this, Ji You suddenly turned his head to look around.

The afternoon sun was very bright, shining in through the window, falling into a corner of the floor. Around him were mostly figures reading books, accompanied by the sound of turning pages, and nothing else.

Only for some reason, he always felt as if a pair of slightly narrowed beautiful eyes were looking at himself, with eyes full of malice.

Subconsciously, Ji You leaned back on the back of the chair, subconsciously moving a little further away from the three juniors, and his expression became much more vigilant.

It seemed that they felt that Ji You was not the kind of person who was easy to approach. The three juniors stayed for a while, and after failing to get his WeChat ID, they left in embarrassment.

"I said it, with Senior's looks, he must have a girlfriend, you guys didn't believe it, and I bet his girlfriend must be quite fierce."

"Yeah, when I leaned over to talk just now, he subconsciously leaned back, he must be a jealous person."

Ji You listened to the muttering sound of the three of them as they walked away, his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

Because as far as he knew, he shouldn't have a girlfriend, but when the three juniors leaned closer just now, he really had a feeling of being afraid of who would be jealous. It was truly hellish.

Ji You pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he couldn't help but put his thoughts back on the writing book in his hand.

From afternoon to dusk, he read for a long time, and he thoroughly read this thick tool book to the end, and he had a general idea of how to write a story in his heart.

However, just like what he chatted with the three juniors, writing is a feeling, but it seems to be a long way from truly writing it into a story. He has this impulse, but always feels like something is missing.

After packing up his things, putting the borrowed books back in their original places, Ji You swiped his card at the borrowing desk, and then walked out of the library.

But just as he was going down the stairs, his knees suddenly went soft, and his whole body slumped on the steps, his back hitting hard.

A piercing pain struck, making him unable to help but straighten his waist hard.

I don't know why, but he felt that his body had become increasingly weak recently, and the feeling of fatigue was coming faster and faster.

Last week he even went to the hospital for a checkup, tried various methods, but the result the doctor gave was that there was no problem.

But he really felt that his energy and spirit seemed to be constantly passing away, and even his sleep felt extremely insecure.

Hu——

After sitting on the steps for a long time, slightly relaxing his spirit, Ji You stood up, patted his butt, left the library, had dinner in the cafeteria, and then returned to his dormitory.

The four adopted sons who went out to surf the internet had already returned and were staying in the dormitory in different forms.

The rich second generation was tinkering with his newly bought electronic products, Old Wei was holding his mobile phone chatting, and another one was holding dumbbells on the balcony, occasionally bulging his biceps in the mirror.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, all three of them looked up, and then turned back to their own business.

Ji You closed the door at this time, isolating the noisy sound in the corridor, and then stopped behind the Fatty on the opposite bed.