Liang Qiyun looked at the boy.

He said this so naturally, as if not knowing that the very fact of having WeChat was attractive enough to make people fall in love with him.

She thought.

The most touching words she had ever heard in her life were:

"Add WeChat so we can keep in touch later."

The word "later" itself carries a beautiful expectation for the future.

Perhaps she could also hope that she and the boy could have a future.

Liang Qiyun stretched out her right hand and handed the smartphone with the screen still on to Zhou Mingzheng, and then he raised the phone and scanned it.

drop!

It was clearly the same prompt sound, but Liang Qiyun felt it was clearer and more pleasant than before.

She couldn't wait to take back her phone and saw a red dot in the address book. She first clicked on it and approved Huang Xiyun's friend request, and then made a note.

After finishing all this, Liang Qiyun exited the chat box that popped up next, and saw a new red dot in the address book.

She was almost devout as she tapped the screen with her pink fingertips, and a new friend page popped up.

It’s still the same avatar as on QQ. The blue sky and white clouds are very much like his free and unrestrained personality.

The application message in the remarks is very simple: [I am Zhou Mingzheng. ]

Liang Qiyun noticed that his WeChat nickname was "A Zheng".

A Zheng.

Just by swishing these two words around on the tip of the tongue, they carry a natural intimacy and shyness.

Because the real owner was still here, Liang Qiyun was afraid of being discovered, so she just clicked on the note of agreement.

The next second, a chat box popped up on the screen, with the three words "Zhou Mingzheng" clearly written in the upper left corner.

I never expected that there would be such a pleasant surprise today, so I added the other person on WeChat.

It was the boy who took the initiative to scan the QR code and add it.

This more or less dispelled a lot of the sorrow in Liang Qiyun's heart and added a bit of joy.

Huang Xiyun was secretly happy.

She smiled as she watched Zhou Mingzheng use his phone to scan the QR code to add Liang Qiyun's WeChat. Seeing that they had done it, she smiled and joked:

"Zhou Mingzheng, should I add you as well, or should I just add Liang Qiyun, my deskmate?"

This statement is actually a bit too much.

It was as if to say that she was different from Zhou Mingzheng.

Zhou Mingzheng specifically asked her for her WeChat ID.

Liang Qiyun's face felt a little hot with embarrassment. She avoided Zhou Mingzheng's gaze, fearing that she would not be able to control herself and reveal her emotions.

The young man smiled nonchalantly, "It's natural that we are different after sitting at the same table for a year."

Liang Qiyun's already nervous heart was instantly raised to the extreme after he said this, and the thumping sound of her heart was deafening.

All the sounds around me were instantly drowned out, leaving only the sound of my heartbeat.

The boy paused, then suddenly became gentle and cheerful, "So add her first, then you."

After these words were spoken, Liang Qiyun inevitably breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little lonely.

"I understand." Huang Xiyun glanced at Liang Qiyun and saw that her pale face had turned red, so she stopped teasing.

I just continued to click the "Scan" function to scan Zhou Mingzheng's QR code.

After clicking Add to send the request, she locked her phone and stopped looking at it.

"Then I'll be leaving first. See you next semester." Zhou Mingzheng casually clicked "pass" on his smartphone, pressed the right button hard with his slender knuckles, put the phone directly into his pocket, and said goodbye.

He turned around without hesitation and disappeared around the corner of the back door of the classroom.

Liang Qiyun looked at his handsome back as he left and disappeared into the halo.

She was still nervous and shy at the time, so her sadness about parting was much relieved.

It was as if they had said "see you tomorrow" countless times to each other in the past year.

This time, Zhou Mingzheng said, "See you next semester."

The summer vacation passed by in a flash.

During this hot summer, even though Liang Qiyun had the boy's QQ and WeChat, and even a phone number, the two had never contacted each other privately.

Adolescent boys and girls love to post on QQ or Moments, mostly to complain about things happening around them, or to post beautiful photos to show that they are living a good life.

Liang Qiyun has seen her cousin post selfies on WeChat Moments many times, and has also seen her junior and high school classmates post on QQ space.

She rarely posts these.

Firstly, I always feel it is embarrassing to show my private life through posts on social media or in Moments;

Secondly, her life is so boring that she just goes between home, school and the rehabilitation hospital.

How can you have the nerve to show your miserable life to others when you yourself haven't figured out how to live your life?

However, Liang Qiyun was also very curious.

Since the two added each other on WeChat, Zhou Mingzheng would occasionally post a picture of white clouds floating under the blue sky on his Moments, showing the boy's good mood.

Apart from this, there is no other news about him.

Liang Qiyun could only stay in bed in the dead of night, looking at the picture of blue sky and white clouds, imagining how bright the boy's smile would be like the morning sun, and her mood became brighter.

After school started, Liang Qiyun and Liu Xiaoyan were admitted to Class 26, a key liberal arts class, as they wished.

The other three students who had selected the essay in Class 1 also entered Class 16.

The other classmates were still strangers to each other, but since it was the first time for everyone to be in the same class, unlike the previous military training, they were still a little reserved when getting along with each other.

Liang Qiyun tried hard to remember the names of these classmates and tried to match the names with their faces.

This is the first reaction of a student who lacks security and has poor social skills when he arrives in a new class.

Fortunately, although she didn't know most of her classmates, perhaps because Liu Tao had informed her before, the new head teacher was very kind to her and even asked her privately who she would like to sit at the same table with.

The new head teacher was an intellectual female teacher in her early thirties with a gentle smile. She chatted with Liang Qiyun in a soft voice.

Find out about her condition, ask her what help she needs in class, and even who she would like to sit at the same table with.

After one year at school, Liang Qiyun no longer holds on to the naive expectation of making new friends.

Now that her head teacher can give her the opportunity to choose, she is naturally happy.

On the first day of school, seats can be chosen freely.

Liang Qiyun and Liu Xiaoyan chose to sit in the middle row.

The new head teacher, Mr. Li, speaks softly but handles things in a vigorous and decisive manner. On the first afternoon of the school day, a new seating chart was arranged before school was over, and the newly appointed class leaders organized the seat change.

Liang Qiyun looked at the newly released seating chart. She and Liu Xiaoyan could almost stay where they were without moving their seats.

Liu Xiaoyan was quite happy when she saw this. She took Liang Qiyun's hand and said excitedly, "Qiyun, we just don't have to move the table."

Later, when Liang Qiyun recalled the days in her second year of high school, her memory was actually very vague and she could not remember much.

She remembered that her Chinese teacher was still Teacher Chen from her first year of high school. She taught Class 1 and Class 16 of Grade 2, one science and one liberal arts.

When it comes to the subject of Chinese, Teacher Chen has always advocated that the ranking of individual subjects should be combined with the liberal arts and science classes, saying that there are too few liberal arts classes in the grade and they are not of reference value.

After every monthly exam, when reviewing the test papers in class, especially the reading part, Teacher Chen would always express his regret, "Reading is half of the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination, and is as important as composition."

"Our liberal arts class still has an advantage. Our average score for the reading section is the highest in the entire grade. Class 1 is ranked eleventh. Even Zhou Mingzheng, who is the top science student, had his score dragged down in the reading section."

This was one of the few times that Liang Qiyun could openly listen to stories about Zhou Mingzheng in class.

When he entered his second year of high school, he was still the top student in his class in science, with a lead of more than 20 points over the second place.

But when it comes to the subject of Chinese, I am often disliked by Teacher Chen.

This disdain was not directed at Zhou Mingzheng, but rather a sense of frustration as to why such a young man could be so good at other subjects but fail only in Chinese.

After the classes were divided, just as Liang Qiyun had worried before, they were separated into two floors.

Class 1 is on the far left side of the fourth floor, while Class 16 is on the slightly right side of the third floor.

Only when she was going to look for her homeroom teacher would she have the chance to pass by the window of Class 1, and she would inadvertently turn her head to look inside to search for the familiar figure of the boy.

He was still sitting in the last row of the classroom, still sitting at the same table with Tang Di. He was twirling a black signing pen in one hand and chatting and laughing with Tang Di with his head tilted.

Normally she seldom went up to the fourth floor as her health was getting worse and worse and her strength was so weak that she could only walk on the ground.

Normally, when going up and down the stairs, I take the faculty elevator.

She felt embarrassed that she took the faculty elevator to the fourth floor just for her own little thought.

I had no choice but to walk alone along the corridor outside the classroom to the end on the left every afternoon after school.

With his hands on the corridor platform, he looked into the distance at the teenagers playing basketball on the playground.

She could always find Zhou Mingzheng among the group of young men running and grabbing the ball at a glance.

He is still addicted to playing basketball.

Out of five days a week, you can see him at least three days out of three.

Just being able to see him every day was enough to satisfy Liang Qiyun at that time.

Unfortunately, such days only lasted for two months.

Liang Qiyun soon discovered that she hadn't seen Zhou Mingzheng playing basketball on the playground for a week.

After much thought, she sent a message to Huang Xiyun on Friday night.

[Good evening, Xiyun, I want to ask you something, is Zhou Mingzheng very busy recently? ]

After pressing the send button, she suddenly felt relieved.

She was eager to know Zhou Mingzheng's current situation, and Huang Xiyun was the only person who knew about it.