“Coming!”
Yi Qingqing quickly put on her clothes, climbed out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and rushed over to unlock the door.
“Are you sleeping?”
The person who entered saw Yi Qingqing still buttoning her coat with her hair still loose, so she quickly stepped back, pushing the person behind her aside.
“Dad, wait a bit before you come in!”
The speaker was a girl with short, ear-length hair, wearing small leather shoes. She seemed to come from a well-off family. She was accompanied by her parents and was carrying quite a few things.
“Well, I came early yesterday, and I bolted the door before going to bed last night.”
Yi Qingqing finished buttoning the last button and stepped aside: “I’m done, please let Uncle and Auntie in!”
“Hello, my name is Song Hemei, Song as in Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and Hemei as in ‘harmony and beauty’.” The short-haired girl introduced herself after entering.
Yi Qingqing replied, “I am Yi Qingqing, the Yi in Yishuo, the Qing as in ‘pure and quiet’.”
“Are you from Northeast China, Qingqing?” Song’s mother asked.
“I’m from Jiangxi Province. I worked in the countryside in Northeast China for a few years.” Yi Qingqing answered while combing her hair.
“Oh, no wonder, I hear you have a bit of a Northeastern accent.” Song’s mother said with a smile.
“How old are you? Did you come to the capital to study alone?”
“I’m twenty years old. I came here with my educated youth friends.”
There was nothing to hide, so Yi Qingqing answered when Song’s mother asked.
“Then you’re two years older than our Meimei. What do your parents do?”
Song Hemei couldn’t help but ask, “Mom, are you investigating the household registration? Why are you asking so many questions?”
If she keeps asking like this, what will her roommates think of her?
“Qingqing, don’t mind her. My mom is just very curious!”
“It’s okay.”
Yi Qingqing took out the washbasin and toothbrush cup from the closet: “I’m going to the bathroom to wash up first. You guys get busy!”
“Okay.” Song Hemei breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Yi Qingqing didn’t seem to mind.
After Yi Qingqing left, Song’s mother said, “You silly child, what’s wrong with asking around? Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle!”
“This isn’t a war.” Song’s father said fairly.
Song Hemei also nodded repeatedly: “That’s right!”
…
When Yi Qingqing returned after washing up, Song Hemei had already chosen her bed and was cleaning it.
She chose the lower bunk opposite Yi Qingqing’s bed. Two large suitcases and her shoes took up most of the space under the bed.
Yi Qingqing put the basin and cups back into the cabinet, then took out her small shoulder bag and put it on her back.
As Yi Qingqing locked her suitcase, Song Hemei, who was putting things in, asked, “Are you going out?”
“Yeah, going to the cafeteria for breakfast. I heard they’re having steamed buns and egg drop soup today.” Yi Qingqing said.
“I’ll be leaving first!”
“Okay!” Song Hemei replied.
Somehow, she felt that this roommate was particularly calm and at ease. Even though they outnumbered her, her roommate didn’t seem awkward at all. She didn’t even pay too much attention to them. She looked very comfortable.
Yi Qingqing went downstairs and first knocked on the door of 302.
“Mengxue, get up!”
Then she went to 310, but Qian Lailai wasn’t in her room. She went to the washroom and found her there, washing clothes.
After Qian Lailai finished washing her clothes, Li Mengxue also got up. The three of them went downstairs together to find Wang Lingling.
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