Xu Zijun looked down at his new shoes, which were bought by his sister.
Although he didn't have much interest in sneakers, when he thought about it, he knew that his sister wouldn't be able to buy fake ones for him to wear.
He said: "It's not false."
"Your accent doesn't sound like a local from Kyoto. Where are you from? What company do your parents run?"
Xu Zijun moved a few steps from the door, walked into the dormitory, and stood on his bed, "I am not from Kyoto, but from Hunan Province. My parents don't run a company."
Huang Mao asked curiously: "Then what do your parents do?"
Xu Zijun pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and felt something strange in his heart, which he couldn't explain.
He has always been a good boy in school since he was a child. When others ask questions, he is always used to giving a straight answer. This is the first time that he subconsciously remained silent, not thinking about what to say.
Huang Mao seemed to think this was a normal problem for new roommates to get to know each other quickly.
Huang Mao took the initiative and said: "Brother Wen and I are both natives of Kyoto, Brother Long is from Shanghai, my sister is a star, his father is an executive of an Internet company, and Brother Long's family is in the import and export fruit trade."
The sky in Kyoto looks as bad as my hometown.
When I was young, there was smoke outside the dormitory.
Xu Zijun looked up. The window of the bathroom was opened lower than the window of the abnormal bathroom. The sky was very white inside. Looking in from the window, he could only see a corner. In that corner, not even a star was visible.
Me: “It’s just my first day here.”
Huang Mao took back the cigarette and passed it to the other two people.
"How was school?"
Sui Qinyu has been smoking since he was a child. My father also smoked. Like my sister, I also hated the smell of cigarettes when I was growing up. She waved her hand and said truthfully: "You smoke, thank you."
In the last second, the transfer came back.
Xu Chongzhi, who was sitting on the veranda of the courtyard, was full of words when he saw the message from your brother.
"Zijun, let's have a cigarette."
The person with the cartoon avatar of a white-haired girl and the nickname "Brother" replied: "Why are I transferring money to you?"
Xu Zijun took a look and saw that Brother Long was wearing a plaid suit and was playing a game. When he just took a moment, he raised his hand and said hello to him.
Brother: "Yes, your parents haven't paid you living expenses since school started, so you have no money."
His eyes looked at Xu Zijun's whole body, and then, with a serious tone, he smiled: "Just say whatever you want, he doesn't mind."
I replied: "It's pretty bad."
Not too lazy to talk nonsense, you just transferred some money to me.
My brother never has the ability to talk to death.
Huang Mao’s voice: “Brother Wen, is he too satisfied with his new roommate’s bad looks?”
Xu Chongzhi: "..."
The voice of the girl with glasses: "I hate my mother's pretense the most. On the first day of school, she wears fake shoes and laughs to death."
Very slowly, the person playing the game lost, his voice was outputted wildly, and the topic turned to something else.
Even though we deliberately raised our chatter volume, we still managed to get back through the crack in the door.
The bespectacled man chuckled, "Brother, are you kidding me? Those shoes on your feet are limited edition in the world. There are only ten pairs in total. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them. Farming?"
I think of the stars in the sky at night outside my home.
Xu Zijun took a breath and said, "My parents farm at home."
The dormitory didn't have a balcony or a bathroom, so I pretended to go to the bathroom to avoid the smell of smoke.
Xu Zijun's first day of school went smoothly, but he frowned in confusion that time. The beginning of his primary school life was more exciting than I imagined.
Huang Mao seemed to realize that the atmosphere in the dormitory was satisfactory, so he took out the cigarette case from his pocket and handed over a cigarette.
I just happened to see the message from my sister.
Chongzhi: "Are you still used to it?"
Xu Chongzhi gritted his teeth and replied to me: "Why do you still ask after giving him money?"
I originally wanted to escape the smell of cigarette smoke for a short time, but at that moment I wanted to go out so much that I took out my phone.
After closing the bathroom door, the smell of smoke faded a little, but the sound insulation effect was not too bad.