The white fog in the air has not completely dissipated, and the water surface of Jinghu Lake is obscured, and the waves cannot be seen. There are still chirping sounds of birds on the branches, but they can only be called sparse compared to summer, and the cold wind is so cold that people almost mistake the white mist for snowflakes.
Su Mingzheng parked her bicycle on the side of the road, locked it with an iron chain on the parking pole on the side of the road, and slowly climbed onto the lakeside path. She stood in the open space and did warm-up exercises first, then took off and started running, her feet in running shoes hitting the ground. There is a solid and elastic rhythm on the hard trail.
The road paved with red bricks was looming in the white mist, and there was another cold wind. Su Mingzheng tightened the windproof jacket on her body.
The morning light gradually fell, the white mist was driven away, and the scenery became clear. It turned out that the lake was full of trees, but almost all the leaves were gone, leaving only branches. The green lake was also exposed, lying there quietly.
Su Mingzheng's coat was filled with heat, and the sweat on her forehead was wet with hair. After running two laps of the lakeside as usual, she finally slowed down. At this time, the morning runners who could see each other clearly began to greet each other. Su Mingzheng Zheng also nodded or greeted them according to the etiquette, even though her oriental appearance stood out among a group of blond, brown-haired, blue-eyed Westerners.
Standing next to the bicycle and wiping off the sweat with a towel, Su Mingzheng got on the bicycle and let the wheels roll lightly on the asphalt road on the downhill section, until she stepped hard twice on the uphill section.
After returning to her residence and changing her clothes, Su Mingzheng, who was wearing casual clothes and a light down jacket, got on her bicycle again. This time, noise began to appear on the roadside. People were clamoring for work, school, and business. Su Mingzheng belonged to the group going to school. I rode my bicycle towards the campus, pedaling hard on the large slope in front of the school gate, until finally I stood on the pedal and landed together, sweating on my back, and then I slid down the slope into the gate of Davis University. Speeding along the tree-lined boulevard in the school until you reach the classical teaching building.
After participating in a group discussion class, Su Mingzheng entered the supervisor's office to discuss her graduation thesis with the teacher. They discussed for two hours before leaving with a pile of books.
After a simple lunch in the school cafeteria, Su Mingzheng spent the afternoon in the library. The spectacular and towering book wall was hidden in the shadows and surrounded in an arc in both directions. The middle area was because of the right wall. An entire glass window was designed to let in natural light from the outside. It was not the exam season, and the large tabletop that could accommodate four people was exclusively occupied by her. The tabletop was filled with all kinds of books with white, blue, and maroon covers. These books are all original documents with weight, and Su Mingzheng is almost buried in the pile of books.
There was a laptop in front of Su Mingzheng. The computer was a little far away, so she had to stretch her arms to use it. What was really pressed under her elbow was a thick volume of notebook paper. The whole afternoon was spent with nothing but The classmates who also came to the library said hello and chatted for a few words. Su Mingzheng was either flipping through the books around him or writing furiously, and occasionally typing a few words on the keyboard on the computer.
Su Mingzheng, who can spend day after day in the library, has an image that coincides with the Western stereotype of Asians as nerds.
However, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Su Mingzheng packed up her backpack, turned around and left the library. Today was Saturday, after all, it was different.
Every Saturday, Su Mingzheng would relax a little and ride a bicycle to a small town market on the other side of the railway.
This is a local farmer’s market. Although the variety of agricultural products is not as abundant as in summer and autumn in winter, there are also bright orange custards, plump and juicy grapes, raw mushrooms, various green vegetables, and purple round balls. For radish, some bakeries have moved to the market to set up stalls, selling freshly made French baguettes and toast bread. They also make freshly made sandwiches at the stall, as well as homemade yogurt, even made with their own milk. The ice cream was squeezed into cones on site, and even in winter there were still many people licking the ice cream while shivering in the cold wind.
Before closing the stall at sunset, Su Mingzheng grabbed the cheapest piece of toast, a bucket of fresh milk that was especially cheap in winter, and picked some white radishes. Although they were also spherical, they were at least close to domestic radishes. Finally, I picked up a box of vegetable salad prepared by the store and placed in the refrigerator. The box was as big as a toolbox, making me wonder if I had to buy it to raise a cow, and grapes that were on sale at a certain stall.
When she finally left with the bicycle, the storage basket in front of the bicycle was full. Of course, she couldn't forget it before going home──
Su Mingzheng pushed the car into a small courtyard with only a small wooden sign hanging on the door. She walked into the shop and dropped two small bills at the counter in exchange for a cup of hot coffee. She took it out and sat on the garden terrace to vomit. Sip while whitening.
The most important feature of this local shop is that you can get hot and fragrant coffee at cheap prices. Shy students in the university like to go here.
Go to the farmer's market for a walk, and finally look at the sunset, the crowds on the road, and drink a cup of hot coffee. This is Su Mingzheng's relaxation time for himself on Saturday.
She raised her head and looked at the orange setting sun in winter. She raised her hands and stretched. A relaxed smile appeared on her face, diluting the peace. The sparkle in her eyes was filled with the vitality left by the lively market, but it was not as casual and bright as in the past. A smile that blooms like a flower and burns like a blazing flame.
After enjoying Su Mingzheng's leisurely walking through the streets of the town, she suddenly stopped walking as she passed by the most lively section of the town where there were administrative offices. Surrounded by Westerners, if you suddenly see a person with black hair and yellow skin who looks Asian, your eyes will become very sensitive.
An Asian woman with long straight black hair was sitting on the steps of the town hall, drinking cold water from a mineral water bottle and nibbling on dry bread. The suitcase was leaning at her feet.
No one was working at the town office today, so she was sitting there alone, so she didn't want to be too obvious.
After looking at the sky, Su Mingzheng thought about the meaning of fellow countrymen. If you are from the same country in a foreign country, you are a fellow villager. He walked straight over, leaned on the bicycle and called out:
"Can you speak Chinese?" If so, treat her better.
Su Mingzheng naturally speaks foreign languages when she lives in this place. Su's mother helped her hire foreign language teachers since she was a child, but she has no practical experience. She had a bumpy start when she left home, and it took a month or two to adapt before she could speak fluently. But I haven’t used my mother tongue for a long time, and I miss it.
When I see someone who seems to be from my hometown, I want to speak Chinese.
"Yes, yes! I didn't expect that I would meet someone who can speak Chinese here. How could you see me?"
The woman sitting on the steps raised her head. Su Mingzheng felt that this sister must be several years older than herself. She looked like a mature and beautiful royal sister, but when she smiled, she was full of naughty childishness, and the corners of her mouth were sunken. She drank deeply, just like a naughty elementary school girl.
"You don't know how eye-catching it is for an Asian to sit on the street and eat bread in this place." Su Mingzheng said it truthfully. Many passers-by nearby glanced over to take a peek.
The sister smiled innocently again and said, "Who told me that my wallet was stolen? There is nothing I can do about it!" She also made an exaggerated gesture of spreading her hands.
"Didn't you at least book a hotel first? There's always a place to stay, right?" Su Mingzheng asked a little uncertainly. It was already dark. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely book a hotel first, but as for this sister, Su Mingzheng wouldn't confirmed.
"I can always find it here if I think of it."
"But her wallet was stolen when we got here." Su Mingzheng coldly accepted it for her.
"Traveling means leaving as soon as you want!" Even if she fell into a desperate situation, this sister still had full energy.
"If you don't mind, why don't you come and stay at my house for one night?" Su Mingzheng sighed.
"Okay!" The woman jumped up instantly, "I don't mind at all, not at all." She waved her hands again and again in exaggerated gestures.
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?" Su Mingzheng led the car further back, allowing the woman to pull the suitcase and move it down the steps.
"I know you won't." The sister dragged her suitcase across the street with Su Mingzheng, wagging her index finger from side to side, and a thoughtful smile appeared on her radiant face.
Su Mingzheng suddenly wondered if she knew who she was? After all, he is considered a public figure to a certain extent. Su Mingzheng has been in newspapers several times since she was a child. Most of them were reports on fashion parties, and news about who was judged to be the most beautifully dressed at the party. Most of the time, Su Mingzheng was placed in the team with good performance, and there were also charity activities. The report may also have captured photos of Su Mingzheng. Of course, the last big scandal also caused Su Mingzheng's photos to be widely circulated on the Internet. Even though he was killed by the Lily Control friend, the people who saw it were still Seen.
But there was no malice in the sister's eyes, and her steps were brisk as she meandered around Su Mingzheng, who was holding the car, but refused to walk in a straight line.
"What about you? Aren't you afraid? You still took me home." The sister asked.
"I also have a roommate, and that roommate is a black belt in karate, so" Su Mingzheng didn't finish her words, but the meaning was clear. She didn't even mention that her skills were not inferior to that roommate's.
Su Mingzheng didn't understand why she decided to bring a stranger back to her residence so quickly. Perhaps it made sense to include meeting an old friend in a foreign country among the four great joys in life, right? When I saw people from the same place living on the streets, I spoke out impulsively.
And it’s getting dark and it’s winter again.
"Come up." Wanting to escape the cold wind quickly and return to her shabby but warm home, Su Mingzheng got into the car.
"Oh, okay!" The sister straddled the back seat with her legs spread wide, tens of thousands of miles away from the lady sitting on her side, and lifted the suitcase high above her head and carried it on her back.
Because of the added weight of a person, Su Mingzheng stood up against the wind, used the power of his weight to step on the pedals, and struggled forward on the streets of the town.
The sister was carrying a colorful apple-green suitcase, shouting from behind, "Come on, come on!"
She always felt that the passers-by were looking over her, and I really wanted to tell her to shut up──Su Mingzheng focused on looking ahead, pretending that the eyes of passers-by had nothing to do with her, the energy of youth came to her, and she kept pedaling as soon as she landed. .
"By the way, my name is Chen Wei──" the sister behind suddenly shouted.
"My name is Su Mingzheng." Su Mingzheng was not as relaxed as she was.
