Before graduation, hold down the restless you

The man took two steps forward, grabbed his arm, and made a gesture to check the injury on his hand.

The place touched was like being burned by a spark, and it was so hot that it was full of stinging pain.Yan He's heart trembled suddenly, and he broke free and returned his hand in a panic.

"You misunderstood." His eyelashes trembled.The scars that scabbed in the past were bloody torn open. Even after a few years, it was still difficult for him to face Gu Ze.

Faced with his resistance, the people in front of him didn't seem to care much, Gu Ze let go of his hand and smiled: "It's really you. You are still the same as before..."

His face was slightly hot.The shame bursting from the bottom of his heart was like a poisonous scorpion slamming him, but for some reason, it was like a sharp slap that slapped him awake.He suddenly recalled that goofy face that had witnessed how stupid he was.

Never before could he clearly see the distance between the two of them like this moment, Yan He stepped back politely: "Mr. Gu, you misunderstood. Please go this way."

The man paused for a long time before looking at the security guard beside him: "Where is the infirmary?"

"The school's outpatient department is behind the student activity center..."

Yan He's brain was swollen so badly that he was dizzy and dizzy. His heart was anxious, and he blurted out: "No need!"

He wanted to leave here as soon as possible, but he refused to let him do so.

Ignoring his gaffe, the man stared at him for a while, smiled and answered irrelevant questions: "Are you the chairman of the Academy of Humanities now?"

There was a lot of noise around them, and countless pairs of eyes were tightly focused on them.In public, with the person you least want to see, the feeling of being paid attention to and bound together by others is like ants being put into a frying pan. Every second is a torment.Not wanting to be exposed in front of everyone in this way, Yan He's face was steaming "hot", and the surrounding lights were also dazzled.

He had been busy all day today, and before he had time to eat, he seemed to have the illusion that he was about to faint from heat stroke.

All the sounds seemed to have entered the water, as if listening to the sound of rain through the window.Yan He was absent-minded, he didn't want to know what he just said at all, he just wanted to go back to the dormitory to sleep as soon as possible.

He suddenly took a few steps forward, staggered away from Gu Ze, and then grabbed a person from the crowd, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

The caught girl was caught off guard and pulled into the middle.After a moment of astonishment, Fan Jun quickly regained her composure. With a faint blushing, she introduced herself with a smile.

Yan He's palms kept beading with fine beads of sweat.He looked around impatiently, avoiding the pressing gaze of the man in front of him.It felt like being scratched by a little beast, which was uncomfortable.

He pulled Fan Jun who was still holding the Mona Lisa, and politely said a few casual words to Gu Ze.Then he patted Fan Jun's back lightly, lowered his voice when he turned sideways, and said in a volume that can only be heard by two people, I'll leave it to you.

After finishing speaking, he didn't explain, and said that he still had something to do, then turned around and wanted to leave.

The man behind him took a big step forward, as if he wanted to grab him.The moment Yan He touched his wrist, like a flustered frightened bird, he dodged his touch, seeming to be poisonous, and eagerly plunged into the crowd.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a low voice, as if calling his name.

He trembled suddenly, then quickened his pace.

When he turned his head again, Gu Ze was no longer in sight.But the whole person seemed to have collapsed, and his steps were slow and heavy, and he couldn't use his strength.He wasn't ready, he thought they would never see each other again.

Thinking of the word "forever", my heart tensed unconsciously.

The phone lights up, it should be a notification from the counselor.

Yan He collected himself and tried his best to get rid of the discomfort just now.However, the moment he saw the news, he unconsciously clenched his phone tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.

It was a text message from an unfamiliar number, but the numbers arranged together were strangely familiar.

These numbers once seemed to be engraved on his heart.

"Let's have dinner together."

He looked back nervously, the crowd was still crowded, but he unconsciously felt the fear of being entangled by poisonous snakes.Even though he was separated by layers of crowds, he still seemed to be able to feel the gaze of that gaze, following him like a shadow.He didn't want to have anything to do with that person anymore.

Quickly deleted the text message, not wanting to stay any longer, and returned to the dormitory as if fleeing.

After the event, it was quiet for a while, and life seemed to have returned to normal, basically the same as usual.

Except for the text messages that invited him to dinner that popped up every three days, nothing deviated from the track.

But Yan He felt that he was about to have a heart attack.

That person seemed to have grasped his weakness, and dropped a boulder to his calm life, stirring up thousands of waves.When he thought his life was peaceful for countless times, a bombshell text message hit him again, turning his organized thoughts upside down.

Gu Ze knew him better than himself, so it was so easy.

He didn't know which link went wrong.Suddenly interested again?Rediscover old love?Yan He thought about it seriously, maybe he should change his phone number.

After class this day, he went to the library again.

He said that the collection of ten thousand volumes of books is the harbor of his soul, which is all nonsense by him.In fact, he just likes the air conditioning in the library.What's more, he can't see anything now.

As soon as I found a seat and sat down, a private message from the counselor came - "Come to my office right away."

It's the worst thing he's ever done in fucking college.Sometimes I think it's not as good as high school.

At least there is a law of life and a plan.

Ordinary students are okay, the feeling is not so deep.But no matter whether you are a class committee member or a cadre of the student union, no matter how high you climb, you are still always on standby.

A well-planned plan can be easily overturned by a dispensable little thing, and there will never be time that is completely yours.Even if there is nothing to do tomorrow, all your rhythms will be disrupted by sudden notifications.

QQ and WeChat are always filled with countless group chats and various work news. If you don’t pay attention, you may miss important events.

Occasionally, there are times when you are considerate of cadres.For example, if you go on a trip with your friends, it is impossible to catch up with the meeting by taking a temporary flight. The teachers and instructors of the Youth League Committee will also understand with tolerance.

It's just that there is always a sentence added at the end-"remember your identity".

The greater the power, the greater the responsibility, the stronger the self-control, and the more sacrifices.

Yan He sighed wearily. After the freshness of becoming the chairman passed, he felt a little uncontrollable burnout.He rubbed the space between his brows, went downstairs, got on his bicycle, and rode to the counselor's office.

It was a clear-looking young woman who had just graduated from college.

"Yan He, actually I have nothing to do with you today, I just want to ask about your junior year plans." While typing on the keyboard, she looked up at him seriously, "Have you considered when to do your internship? "

Yan He found a chair and sat down, thinking for a while: "The things in the college are too busy, so I don't have any plans for it yet. I will think about it when I change term in the next semester of my junior year."

"It's like this." The instructor stopped what he was doing, and pushed the chair back, "There is now an internship in the college, which is an opportunity to go to a magazine for an internship. But there is only one, after we discussed it , considering many factors, I would like to ask if you are interested in trying it.”

"You also know that the employment rate of our School of Humanities is not very high. It is very good to have an opportunity to try and exercise more in college. Even if you don't take this path in the future, it will also affect your future development. It is also more beneficial. The college has attached great importance to the cultivation of talents over the years."

Yan He frowned lightly: "But what happened at the academy..."

The instructor earnestly persuaded: "I know the chairman is busy, and I will organize the welcome party in the courtyard after a while. On the side of the youth league committee, this year's secretary general, Fan Jun, and the vice chairman of your student union are all very good talents. They, I believe, will do."

"Besides, Yan He, you still have a problem. You always like to take care of big things alone. You have to learn to mobilize the cadres below and let the ministers do things for you. Instead of letting the chairman become a person who does things."

The counselor's solemn expression and long, sonorous speeches almost made Yan He think that he was assigned in such a daft way.

"Then I'll think about it when I go back..." Yan He pretended to be hesitant and sighed slightly after the counselor had said so much.You can't let people go down even the slightest step.

The counselor looked at Yan He's loose expression, looked at this proud student, and couldn't help but said: "The magazine has always cooperated with our school's school magazine, and some people from the magazine have come to our college to read it before. It’s great to name you. This opportunity is really rare.”

The more Yan He heard it, the more he felt something was wrong. What gear was he in?Although he is a small chairman, there are so many colleges in the school, and there are many talents. Who is he, and is it worth others to point to him by name?

"Why are you only looking for me..."

The counselor had an expression of "Why are you so confused", and said, "Didn't a great writer come to our school before? Isn't that activity organized by our college..."

Before the words fell, Yan He reacted in an instant.There were doubts before, but now it is almost certain.Pale-faced, he suddenly got up, accidentally knocked over the unstable chair, and fell back on the ground in embarrassment, with a bang, pulling Yan He's chaotic mind back three or four minutes.

He restrained the urge to directly refuse, nodded his head pretending to be calm, and repeated again: "I will consider it."

When he left the office, Yan He was still in a daze, his mind was muddled.

The text message arrived just in time.

"Are you free to come to Canon's concert tomorrow night?"

A few years ago, he couldn't understand Gu Ze, he didn't understand that person's cruelty to leave as soon as he said it, and his determination to leave no trace of affection.A few years later, he couldn't understand more and more. If sending him text messages was a vague temptation, then why did he deliberately ask him to go to a magazine for an internship?

What did he have that was worth the trouble of that man?

No matter what it was, he didn't want to expect and entangle any more.

Ten minutes later, he simply rejected the counselor by sending a WeChat message.Whether it's the counselor's good intentions or the person's hint, he can fight for such an opportunity by himself.

He is no longer the idiot who would treat a little sesame as a treasure.