University Honors - I'm worried about my sister.

Chapter (1)

In the land of pearls and dew, where the saplings of the trees adorn the earth, where the new growth of the trees is blooming, where the rain of the rain is falling, Mary arrives at the university with the monsoon wind.

Like a whirlwind, Mary's mind was wandering. Like a young tree clinging to the ground and waiting for the wind, Mary's mind was soaring. Like a cloud that moves with every breeze and takes on a new shape in an instant, Mary's thoughts were changing rapidly.

Only one thing was different about Mary. Mary, who had arrived at the university with the monsoon, did not sing a song like a traveler from the South Sea, but inside Mary's heart, a song of silence was still ringing.

The beautiful lady's pure, white face was more beautiful because it was delicate. The beauty of her two pairs of clear, sparkling eyes was more pure than the beauty of the deer's eyes described in the poem.

It is said that Mary's movements are as gentle as the breeze, and her flowing hair is as graceful as the swaying of a young tree. The emerald green shimmer around the edges of Mary's dark eyes and the green veins that line her delicate cheeks are more refreshing and beautiful than even the new leaves of a young rain-swept tree, said the university students who are very devoted to beauty. The senior students of the university commented that looking at Mary is a practical understanding of the Abhidhamma of beauty, so they do not need to read the great Puranas of the great scholars of the Goma region. Thus, Mary's movements are as gentle as the breeze, With a graceful, graceful gait, like the swaying of a young sapling, and with her large blue eyes framed by long, bright, crimson eyelashes, she walked along the corridors of the university with a steady, steady gait.

The hard part was for Mary to know that she was beautiful, the harder part was to realize the brilliance of her beauty, and the hardest part was to rely on her own confident beauty and embark on an adventure that would be a story to be recorded at the university.

"I will tell you where I am in college, and where I will end up. Until I get a man, a girl must consider herself a theatrical artist. There is nothing in the world but pretense. Of all the pretenders, the worldly stage will crown the most natural as the most beautiful..."

These were the words of wisdom that I had often heard from my sister, Mabel Lwin, who was now the military attaché at an embassy abroad, even before I arrived at the University of Mary.

Therefore, in front of the experienced scholars, Mary kept her round eyes and delicate face as clear as possible, and acted as cutely as a child, as if she wanted to be a servant of love. When faced with the young noblemen who were desperately seeking their mistress, she kept her face as straight as possible, pretending not to be a lottery winner. Similarly, when faced with the same old, poor, and miserable people, who were more difficult to deal with than the rector, she kept her face bright and cheerful, laughing freely, and playing with the innocent and innocent like a child.

So even if she attended school for a month, she was not sure whether she would pass the exams at the end of the year, but Mary was convinced that she would be the "sword" mistress of the university, even if she could not wear the crown on the world stage, as he had said.

If only one desire had not been lingering in Mary's heart, and she had clearly seen what she had hoped for in the university, which had been as she had imagined it until now, Mary would have been very satisfied with her life.

Mary never told anyone about this wish. She didn't think it would happen if she did. Sometimes, when she regained consciousness, she wondered if Mary was crazy about having this wish.

In fact, Mary felt a little ashamed that she was searching for someone she had never seen, someone who would never even recognize her as a person on Earth.

Ko Myint Thu. This name always resonates with Mary. I think the name itself means "hair of poetry." I wonder if the name "hair of poetry" is because he is a poet.

Walking through the halls, enjoying the audience's attention, the dancer Mary was always looking for someone she wanted to see among the many people who wanted to see her. Sometimes, for no reason, she would curse an innocent person out of pity and anger.

"Where did you get this... Ko Myint Thu, the poet..."

With the door closed and her partner asleep, Mary slowly took out the thick blue sheets of paper from the box and quietly read them.

After the lights were turned off, Mary would listen to the voice in her heart beating fast, and shyly recite a poem by the poet Kyi Aye that she had memorized since childhood.

"I didn't see it before."

I forgot, you're crazy...

The golden-breasted one is a jewel.

"Let's enjoy ourselves in silence."

One day, Mary met Ko Myint Thu, whom she had been longing to meet, in a way she had not expected.

After attending class at nine in the morning, Mary had a busy afternoon, so instead of returning to the Inya campus, she went to the university library to memorize what she had to learn during her free time.

One thing that is lovely about Mary is that she never neglects her studies. University courses are not continuous all day long, but there are breaks in between. If you try to study during these breaks, you can finish the lesson given for the day in one day. For those who want to study like this, the university library is more suitable than the noisy and crowded classrooms and recreation rooms. For those who do not want to study the lessons, other general knowledge books can be studied in the library.

When Mary entered the library, she was confronted by a student who was taking out a thick book from the book counter. Although she did not know the student, Mary already knew her name, as they lived in the same building and were not far from each other. It was Nyein.

Nyein was slender and thin, with a slightly elongated face and thick, buffalo-rimmed glasses, giving her a serious appearance. When she walked, she would lower her eyes, and her face would always look shy. When she met him, she would look at the long eyes behind his glasses, and she would realize that Nyein was calm in name but unstable in spirit. Nyein's long eyes would wander around, and her inner self would be filled with emotion, and her eyes would suddenly turn pale and pale. However, since she always wore a long-sleeved white shirt and dark-colored cotton pants, Mary understood that Nyein was a modest and modest girl.

When she met May Nyein, Mary began to smile and greet her.

"Are you publishing a book?"

Mary asked in a low voice, not daring to speak loudly in the reading room. Nyein smiled back and nodded.

"Mary came here to read..."

"Come on, let's go upstairs, I'm not going to read anymore............"

As the two of them climbed the stairs, Mary caught a glimpse of the large book in Nyein's hand. It was A Short History of World Literature, edited by John Drenthe.

Mary was surprised by Nyein. She felt sorry for him, wondering why Nyein, who had studied such a vast amount of knowledge at such a young age, wanted to torture himself.

There are small tables for reading on the upper floor. Each table, shiny with a polished color, is divided into two parts by a high wooden partition in the middle. On each side of the partition, each person can sit in a chair and read.

When Mary and Nyein arrived upstairs, they found only two seats vacant. Only one half of each table was empty. The remaining half was occupied by two boys.

For some reason, Mary noticed that Nyein's pale face had turned slightly red. Nyein gave Mary a shy and meaningless smile, and after a moment of fidgeting as if looking for a place, he sat down at the empty seat at the table on the right.

Sitting on the other side of the table where Nyein was sitting was a man wearing large, buffalo-rimmed glasses, just like Nyein, and his unkempt hair was sticking out. He had dark skin, a slightly flat nose, and a look of a shy, timid scholar. He looked up when Mary and I entered, and when he saw Nyein, his dark face turned pale and he lowered his head, still reading a book. The book he was reading was about three inches thick.