A Strong Girl

　　"They are college students."

　　"Yes, they are. Why didn't they tell us earlier?"

　　Qin Guan and Wang Lei were sad to see the men go.

　　...

　　Mou Xiaoliu was also feeling sad. She had completely lost her way. The passengers moving to-and-fro watched the petite girl carrying two large bags as she shuttled down the hall, the corridors and the bus stops.

　　The two bags she was carrying on her shoulders were almost as tall as she was. Her face wasn't red, and she was not breathing heavily, but the sweat on her forehead showed that she was a little hot from running. When she reached the square again, she finally saw the poster of the Capital University of Finance and Economics.

　　Reassured, she calmed down. After moving the bags further up on her shoulders, she carefully sped up. As she walked, she was thinking about the pickles her mother had made, wondering if they had spilled when she had been walking fast.