Chapter 624: Xiao Jingrun (11)

Jiang Zhiyue was doing homework at home and felt a little uneasy the whole night.

The curtains in front of the table blew up, and she saw the young man opposite her, staring at her without blinking.

Jiang Zhiyue discovered the secrets hidden behind this curtain, details that she had never noticed before...

The curtains let in light, and every night, Xiao Jingrun would stare at her from the opposite side.

He showed no embarrassment of being caught and smiled as gentle as always.

Jiang Zhiyue's bad premonition seemed to have substance. Even though Xiao Jingrun said nothing, she knew that things would eventually be different...

She knew well that most romances in youth ended in failure.

No matter what the outcome is, we have had a wonderful encounter, which is also a kind of fate.

The next day, she took the initiative to ask, "Are you going to transfer schools?"

Xiao Jingrun nodded, "My grandfather is still alive, I will go to him."

He thought about it for a long time, unwilling to expose the white lie.

If Jiang Zhiyue knew his true identity, they would probably be strangers for the rest of their lives. She would understand his difficulties, but she would never cross this insurmountable gap in identity.

"I often hear seniors say that graduation season is breakup season every year, but we haven't graduated yet..." Jiang Zhiyue took a deep breath and smiled, "But it doesn't matter. Life is all about experiencing different things."

"I am very happy to have met you and to have fallen in love with you."

The departure came without any warning.

From the first day they met, Xiao Jingrun could think of today. He said solemnly, "There is an encrypted letter in the memo of the phone I gave you. When I leave, open it."

Jiang Zhiyue held his hand, interlocking her small hand with the boy's large palm, and said with a smile: "Your previous suggestion was good. I will choose international politics as my future direction."

Xiao Jingrun was stunned, staring at the little face in front of him, so beautiful and tender, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

Jiang Zhiyue smiled and said that she didn't want to feel so sad about the separation, so no matter when he left, let them enjoy this wonderful time.

But when the moment of parting came, deep in the dilapidated alley, she had tears in her eyes, opened her arms, and hugged the boy tightly.

Xiao Jingrun's heart was filled with thousands of words, and the words he wanted to express came to his lips and merged into one sentence: "We are working towards the same goal, I will wait for you at the finish line."

His figure hurriedly broke into Jiang Zhiyue's world and hurriedly left.

Two parallel lines that should never intersect intersect by accident, but cannot resist the cruel reality.

Xiao Jingrun's figure gradually disappeared, and each step he took was slow. Suddenly, a girl's loud voice came from behind him: "What's your name?"

Xiao Jingrun turned around suddenly.

He ran towards her regardless of everything, hugged her tightly again, and wrapped his arms around that soft body, all the love in his heart was melted into his pounding heart.

"Xiao Jingrun, my name is Xiao Jingrun."

With all his strength he whispered to her the secret that was no longer hidden.

......

This is Jiang Zhiyue's story.

This is also the story of Xiao Jingrun.

Many years later, their story became known to the public.

The greatest president in Brandenburg's history and his wife, they are husband and wife, colleagues, comrades-in-arms, and the closest partners in the world.

Their love was caused by an accident caused by a love letter.

Their difference lies in the huge difference in status.

Everyone who listened to their stories was moved by their experiences as students. The children flipped through the biographies of Xiao Jingrun and Jiang Zhiyue and couldn't help asking curiously, when did Jiang Zhiyue discover Xiao Jingrun's identity? Why did she ask his name when they were leaving?

Jiang Zhiyue responded in her biography that Xiao Jingrun tried his best to disguise himself as a commoner and integrated into the common people's world, but in the process of communication, his many views and information about the political circles inevitably exposed his true identity.

"How did the President and his wife meet and get together?" the children continued to ask curiously.

The teacher smiled and said, "Because they remember the promise they made to each other, from their youth to middle age and then to old age, they have always been working towards a common goal."

"What is their goal?"

Teacher: "May everyone on this land live with dignity and achieve true equality for all."

It was the experiences in his youth that shaped Jiang Zhiyue's future goals.

The memo Xiao Jingrun left for her clearly planned her path. He would escort her in unseen places and help her reach a higher position.

Jiang Zhiyue deviated from Xiao Jingrun's plan and was admitted to the Foreign Scholars College. After graduation, she traveled to various countries for several years to gain experience.

When she returned to China again, the Xiao family had just abolished the old custom of not recruiting civilian students in the Presidential Palace, thus breaking the long-term monopoly of the aristocratic families on important positions in various departments.

With an impeccable resume, Jiang Zhiyue stood out from many competitors and got the opportunity to work in the Presidential Palace.

She finally met her old friend whom she had not seen for many years in that magnificent temple.

He was still wearing the classic black-framed glasses, gentle yet dignified, standing there quietly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He was waiting for her at the finish line.

Well, before that, he will strive to break all the shackles that imprison this country and make her run to him faster.

At this point, he is no longer fighting alone.

Later on, Brandenberg welcomed a new world. Everyone looked towards the east, where the sun was rising high in the sky, and its light filled every corner of the land.

At this time, Xiao Jingrun was already in his twilight years. A group of younger generations surrounded his bed, including his two-year-old great-grandson, who grabbed his hand and cried, "Grandpa, please don't leave us."

"Everyone says you are the sun. How can the sun die?"

Xiao Jingrun smiled slightly and reached out his hand tremblingly to wipe away the child's tears.

He felt very happy.

In this life, he met the woman he loved forever, who accompanied him through the many ups and downs of this country. His children inherited his aspirations and continued to move forward.

But in a trance, a disembodied voice came to his ears and told him that it was time to wake up because this was just a dream...

The dream, like his life, has come to an end, so it is time to open his eyes.

Xiao Jingrun held his wife's hand tightly and called her name softly: "Zhiyue."

She responded to his call, interlocked her fingers with his, and their feelings were as beautiful as those in their youth.

"Do you think I'm having a sweet dream?" Xiao Jingrun murmured, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "I must be too sick. I heard a noisy voice in my ear..."