I read the diary entry of December 3rd over and over again, and suddenly my eyes felt swollen.

For Qin Yuhuan, being first is not only her own pride, but also the condition for her to win her mother's praise. Even when she grows up and becomes an adult who no longer values ​​being first, Ziyi still knows what being "first" meant to Qin Yuhuan during her school days.

"elder sister."

The gentle call made Qin Yuhuan stop and look at her, panting.

"We didn't even know each other back then, so were you willing to let me always be number one?"

"Xiao Zi, you are a girl who is good at laughing," Qin Yuhuan continued her actions slowly, as if she had guessed that Zi Yi would ask her this, "Tears..."

Ziyi asked, "What's wrong with the tears?"

"I originally wanted to say that tears don't suit you, but then I felt that I might get slapped in the face later." Qin Yuhuan turned her back again. As long as she didn't look at Ziyi's face, she could speak in a steady tone, "So I got stuck for a moment."

At first, Ziyi didn't understand how she was being slapped in the face. She simply thought it was "crying with joy" or something. But after a while, Qin Yuhuan thought the topic was over, so she twisted her waist, and Ziyi caught her red face just in time.

Qin Yuhuan: ...

Posture: ???

"Qin Yuhuan, can you help me check if there are any wheel marks on my face?"

Otherwise, why would this guy's face be so red? She didn't even believe that it was caused by exercise.

Qin Yuhuan: ...

She turned her face away and didn't look at Zhiyi.

Ziyi laughed and teased, "Sister, how can someone in this world be so good at driving that the car just passed by my face and I didn't even notice?"

Qin Yuhuan: ...

Xiao Qin, with a red face, silently started the action again.

Ziyi found it funny, but she didn't stop him. She let this shameless guy suffer the hard physical labor, while she sat leisurely on the sofa and continued to read her diary.

After the 3rd, the words "Zi Yi" began to appear frequently in the diary.

If it weren't for these diaries, Ziyi wouldn't have known that she and Qin Yuhuan had been in the same place so many times.

They would line up in the cafeteria, sometimes just in front of each other, and sometimes with several people between them.

When she and Shen Zhiming were discussing what dishes to order, Qin Yuhuan would copy their homework on the spot.

She wrote in her diary: It feels good to have someone help me think about what to eat for lunch. It gives my brain a five-minute break.

Ziyi: ...

She used to spend half a day just worrying about what to eat for lunch.

Second year of high school.

Ziyi broke his arm while skateboarding, and had to come to class with his arm in a sling every day. The already arrogant school bully looked even more arrogant now.

Qin Yuhuan also drew a simple sketch of a mummy next to the diary of that day. It was clearly a mummy, but for some reason, Ziyi knew that Qin Yuhuan was drawing her.

Every diary entry after that had a Q-version mummy, which looked quite cute.

May 25th.

This should be a diary recording the 24th.

It was raining heavily. When I was halfway through my homework, Yu Ning suddenly came. I was soaked from head to toe, and my hair was still dripping with water.

She hugged me and cried.

I saw that she was wearing a coat that was the wrong size. When I took it off, I found that the buttons of her shirt had been torn off.

She said she had a big fight with her mother, ran away from home, met some bad guys on the way, but fortunately she was rescued.

I asked her if she wanted to call the police, and she hugged me tremblingly and told me no.

She said she didn't suffer much loss, and if she called the police, the bad guys would not be punished, and she would be the only one who would suffer.

This world is so unfair. It was not Yu Ning who did something wrong, but when she wanted to seek justice for herself, she seemed to have become the one at fault.

June 1st.

Yu Ning said that the person who saved her that night was Ziyi.

No wonder, Ziyi’s arm is clearly no longer in plaster.

Yu Ning was debating whether or not to go and thank Ziyi in person. She was afraid that if she went, she would have to bear Ziyi's medical expenses.

Her mother didn't have a job and she didn't have a father, so she retreated.

I said I would go and give her a thank-you gift.

I checked online and found that the medical expenses for a broken bone are very expensive. I don't have that much money, so I can only give you a small gift. I'm sorry, Ziyi.

June 2

I asked my mother to take me to buy wool. When she heard that I wanted to learn to knit a scarf, she was very surprised and said she could help me.

I refused.

This may be the only time I can muster up the courage to give a gift, so I want to do it myself.

I went to the store and bought the cheapest roll and planned to learn it with my mother first.

I looked up pattern pictures online, but my mom said I was thinking about running before I even learned to walk.

But I want to give Ziyi the best gift.

There was a simple pattern drawn on the side of the diary, and it was recognizable as the scarf she had worn for many years.

Students don’t have much free time, so Qin Yuhuan reduced his sleep time by one hour every day to practice knitting scarves without changing his study plan.

When writing a diary, the progress bar will also be drawn as a small picture. At first, it is a crooked big hemp twist, with either a missing stitch here or a knot there, which is really a mess.

"It took you half a year to knit such a scarf." Ziyi looked all the way to November, and only then did she receive the scarf.

After finishing, Qin Yuhuan went to check how to wash it, bought a washing net bag, and washed the scarf with warm water and softener before packing it.

"I'm not very talented at this. I often make mistakes, which means I have to tear down the entire row and start over. Wool tends to pill."

Furthermore, the scarf designed by Qin Yuhuan is 1.6 meters long, and she is a perfectionist. She would be very upset if there was any flaw in it. She could only learn from the lesson and try again with patience.

Thinking back to the days when she knitted the scarf, Qin Yuhuan felt a headache and helplessness. "If anyone says that a scarf is the most heartfelt gift, I will definitely give them a hundred likes. If it's not true love, I won't continue knitting."

Ziyi was delighted when she heard this. "I was wondering, how come the scarf is so well-woven? It turns out Master Qin spent six months practicing to complete it."

"Yes," Qin Yu said with a smile, "Luckily, Xiaozi knows what she's talking about."

"You don't know, when I put it around my neck, the world seemed to have welcomed spring," Ziyi still remembers that day when she ran to school early in the morning to write chalk words on the blackboard at the back. When she opened the desk partition, there was a tightly sealed brown paper bag. At first she thought it was breakfast, but after opening it, she found that it was a scarf.

"You knitted it so long that half of my face could be covered with it. I haven't felt cold since that winter." Ziyi said, wanting to take a look at the scarf again. She opened the photo album on her phone, looked at the wool scarf full of details, and rubbed her eyes. "Looking at it makes me want to cry."

Qin Yuhuan finished his words, and with a warm warmth, he walked up to Ziyi, bent down and pecked her, "Xiaozi, I'll take the fine for being late, don't cry."