Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Harvard University.

It was very cold in January, and the sky was covered with salt-like snow, covering the roof of the Roman-style Seffer Hall into a white patch.

The ancient and elegant St. Paul's bell tower rings at about the hour of the day, and the bells are melodious, and Harvard's rich historical and cultural heritage is coming.

A girl who was wearing a black and gray coat wrapped herself tightly, and a bright red scarf tied around her neck made the girl's exposed face look very beautiful.

The girl held a large black umbrella in her left hand and a supporter of an old woman with her right hand. She was wrapped tightly and wore a tight wool hat on her head.

"Grandma, it's our dormitory. The old building with a very German style was built in the 1950s. It is called Hackness Apartment, which is specially designed for graduate students. I live in it. It looks good, but to be honest, the environment inside cannot keep up with the times." The girl said with a pout.

The old woman raised her head, looked at it with her still clear eyes, and smiled and said, "Yes, for your generation, the environment inside is a bit bad... When we lived, we thought it was great!"

"Ah, grandma, you lived while studying at Harvard?" The girl's eyes were full of surprises.

Memories flowed in the old woman's eyes, and her stern eyes became gentler, and her wrinkled face seemed to have a blush.

"At that time, I hadn't known your grandfather yet... This is my youth!"

The girl turned her dark eyes and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Grandma, did you know your first love here?"

The old woman nodded slightly and sighed softly.

"Grandma, grandma, then what kind of person is he?" The girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

The old woman stopped, and white snow drifted into the umbrella and landed on her face, as if making a squeaking sound.

The old woman became silent, as if she was searching for memories, and as if she was remembering that beautiful youth.

She spoke slowly until the girl was a little impatient and stomped her feet.

"He is a very powerful person. Among those international students, he has the best grades. After coming here, his grades are still the best. Even the best students at Harvard cannot compare to him. He is the professor's favorite and the object of all girls' hearts..."

The girl's eyes were bright: "Is his sports very good, and he is very handsome?"

The United States claims to be equal and freedom, but in fact there is discrimination everywhere. Even in a beautiful campus, there is still a chain of contempt.

The most popular ones are naturally elite students. These students are either rich businessmen or powerful people in politics, with prominent family backgrounds, so they are naturally more popular.

The second-class is students who are good at sports. The United States is a country of sports. The four major leagues have a large number of supporters. The league is in full swing in the United States, especially the Super Bowl and the March Crazy American University. This type of student is naturally the focus of attention.

Once again, students who are handsome and beautiful but have no specialties are mostly mixed with those students who are engaged in sports.

The rest are ordinary students, and they cannot be said to be welcomed or contempt. They just don’t have any sense of existence, but these people still have objects of contempt, that is, nerds.

The old woman shook her head: "It was not the present at that time. Americans at that time respected knowledge very much. Among young students, the most respected students were the most outstanding students.

Of course, this is also related to his excellent communication skills. He can speak to anyone. His knowledge is too profound, so he has never seen a topic he is not good at.

Moreover, he is very tall and should be 1.9 meters tall. He is also outstanding among Americans. He looks...what to say, he is not particularly handsome, but very charming!"

The girl blinked and tried her best to outline such an image, but after trying it, she had to give up.

"Let's go, grandma, go inside and drink some hot water first. It's too cold outside."

The old woman nodded, looked carefully at the road beneath her feet, then looked up at the door, which made her stunned.

The old woman was stunned and the girl shouted, "Grandma, grandma, what's wrong?"

She looked at the door along her grandmother's gaze. A tall and thin boy was wearing a messy black hair like a chicken coop, wearing a thin sportswear, staring at the snow all over the sky, muttering inside: "Hey, why is it winter?"

The girl laughed, probably a otakus who had been staying in the apartment for too long, even neglecting the changes in the seasons.

The old woman stared at the boy, muttering at the bottom: "It's so similar, so similar, it's simply... exactly the same!"

The tall and thin boy noticed the old woman and the girl's eyes and looked over in a blink of an eye. His eyes slid past the old woman. When he saw the girl, he was stunned and turned to look at the old woman, and his face changed suddenly.

The old woman looked at the boy's eyes and her face gradually became excited. The girl felt that the old woman's hand holding her arm was getting stronger and stronger.

"Xu Donglai?" the boy shouted tentatively.

The old woman's eyes were filled with mist, and then large tears rolled out, slid down her face, which was covered with gullies, and her voice became choked and she couldn't cry.

The girl called her grandma anxiously and asked what happened, and the old woman just cried.

The tall and thin boy sighed: "It's okay, she's just excited. Come, come with me."

The girl was stunned. The old woman had already let go of her hand and followed the boy. The girl hurriedly followed.

The boy's dormitory is only one person living in, but it is clean and refreshing.

There are many old things in the room that look old. There are books on all sides of the walls, and there are also racks of various wines and cigars. It seems that the owner of the room is not only an alcoholic, but also a cigarette.

The boy poured two cups of hot water, one for the girl and one for the old woman, and then asked softly: "Is this your granddaughter?"

The old woman Xu Donglai wiped away her tears, but the tears immediately rolled out again. She wanted to speak, but her voice was choked and she couldn't speak at all, so she could only nod.

The boy smiled and said, "It looks very much like when you were young."

The girl glanced at the boy in shock because she seemed to know something extraordinary.

Then the room fell into silence. Xu Donglai choked for a long time and finally said, "Xiaoyu, go to your apartment and I'll call you later."
Chapter completed!