I bought my aunt from the boarding house a few days ago, mixed into the girls' apartment and went back to school. This photo was taken when I went back to school the other day. What a coincidence. When I was studying, I really had some stories with my aunt. I remember my first girlfriend lived in this apartment. My girlfriend and I are high school classmates, and it takes a lot of effort to go to college (although it is not a prestigious school). Boys and girls, as we all know, I did everything I could to facilitate access to girls' apartments. Sometimes in summer, I buy an iced watermelon for my girlfriend in the shopping mall, and I will bring a piece to my aunt, which is natural and generous. I walked in aboveboard to deliver fruit to my girlfriend (suddenly feeling a little cunning). Sometimes I take a small part of the snacks my parents brought me to my aunt, but I don't go in. My aunt thought I really missed her, and sent her all the food I brought from home, so I wouldn't go in again. My aunt was moved. There are some small things. When I passed by, I saw my aunt going to take out the garbage. I'll go up and help her right away so that I can get used to it. Going in and out of a girl's apartment is like brushing your face through the door. Another time, my aunt who was in charge of accommodation really helped me a lot. I remember that day I fell asleep in the bed of my girlfriend's apartment, and the school accommodation department suddenly came to check my bed. My aunt followed me. I went to my girlfriend's dormitory, and she rushed in and saw me lying in bed. She whispered eagerly to my girlfriend and me: "You are still sleeping here, and the school leaders have come to check my bed!" " You hide quickly! ! ! "Nima, I was scared and my legs were soft. I ran to the window and saw the sixth floor ... so I had to hide in the toilet. Then I heard the aunt boarding outside tell the boarder that I just checked the dormitory and the hygiene was a little poor. There are scraps of paper on the ground, and the house is not bad. Then there was no sound. I hid in the toilet for about ten minutes when my girlfriend called me out. Later, when I went downstairs, I was pulled by my aunt and said, "fortunately, I remember you went in today, otherwise you two would have informed the whole school long ago, and you should come less in the future." "I just kept going, uh-huh ... in retrospect, it was really interesting. I'm tired of typing. Friends, can you give me a compliment?