Chūn guāng zhèn hái zài chūn guāng zhèn hái zài (29)

  Translation: Chun Guang Town is still in Chun Guang Town (29)

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  "I thought for a moment and replied: 'Alright then, thank you so much.'"

  The long night was dragging on, and after all this commotion, I couldn't sleep at all, but instead became more and more awake. I turned my head to look at Lu You, who was quietly flipping through a GRE vocabulary book, with a notebook next to him that had a prominent "B" logo on it.

  "Are you also from B University?"

  He looked up at me: "Uh-huh."

  I'm delighted: "So we're alumni! I'm a senior at B University, majoring in Business Administration from the School of Management. What about you?"

  "I'm also from GuanYuan, I came here this year to study for a master's degree in finance."

  I and Lu You started chatting like this, talked all night until the next day when other classmates woke up one after another, I actively introduced him to fellow friends.

  In fact, he didn't say much, and many times it was me asking him questions or lightly laughing in silence. But even so, I still got a good grasp of his personal information. Lu You's hometown is in Jiahe County, Hunan Province, adjacent to Xinjiang County where we were going for volunteer teaching. He majored in economics at Central South University in Hunan Province, and was admitted as a graduate student majoring in finance at B University, which is the same college as mine.

  The finance major is the most popular in the School of Management because of its good employment prospects. To put it bluntly, the graduates from this department have salaries that far exceed the average salary of our school; therefore, the competition for graduate school places is very fierce. I thought: Lu You must be one of the top students at Central South University.

  There is no direct train from City B to Xintian County, so we have to get off at Changsha and then take a long-distance bus to Xintian. Lu You and I are traveling together, and on the bumpy road, he occasionally translates for me, telling me what the Hunan people on the bus are loudly chatting about.

  Outside the car window are fields and hills, with large tracts of rapeseed flower fields, the scenery is very good. The car has been driving for about an hour or so, and snowflakes have started to fall outside the window, it's starting to snow.

  It's rare to see snow in the south, and such a big snowfall is even rarer. The Hunan fellow passengers on the bus were all excited, pressing their faces against the windows to watch the snowflakes dancing in the sky, their joyful expressions uncontainable. Due to the snow, the bus had a hard time driving, and our journey was delayed by several hours. What normally takes 9 hours took much longer today.

  The next morning, with a shout from the driver, I opened my eyes in a daze and found that we had arrived at Jiahe County.

  Lu You patted his backpack and waved goodbye: "I'll leave first, you guys have fun in Hunan."