In the classroom, the candidates stopped writing one after another. Some breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on their faces; others stared down at the test papers covered with words, their eyes showing both reluctance and longing for the future.
At this moment, all the tension and pressure seemed to dissipate with the ringing of the bell, replaced by an indescribable sense of relaxation.
Feng Qingyao was not as happy as imagined, and just walked out of the examination room calmly.
When she came out, she saw Shang Zitan standing under the shade of a tree, waiting for her. He was wearing the same white shirt he wore when they first met. His figure standing under the tree was a beautiful sight.
The boy in her memory is always clean and pure, like the rising sun, bringing endless warmth and hope to people.
"Sorry for the long wait, Shang Zitan."
She trotted all the way over. She had liked him throughout her youth, but had always kept it hidden in her heart.
She was afraid...of being rejected...
She selfishly wanted more... to be closer to him.
If I had been braver at that time, would everything have been different?
Feng Qingyao arrived at the school a little late to fill out the application form. When she came out, she saw a bloody car accident scene with a large group of people standing around.
Listening to the noisy sounds around her, she felt a little inexplicably anxious.
"I heard that he seems to be a poor child."
"It's a boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old."
"He was hit by a car. How pitiful."
Feng Qingyao quickly took out her cell phone and called Shang Zitan, but no one answered after a long time.
"What does the boy who was hit look like?"
She pulled a passerby and asked.
"have no idea………"
The news that Shang Zitan had been in a car accident was confirmed, and it was indeed him that she had bumped into.
One day before school started, she found that the pen she had been using for a long time suddenly stopped working.
Feng Qingyao found that there was a small object stuck there. She roughly took the whole pen apart and found a small note on it.
She opened the slightly yellowed note, which contained a line of beautiful handwriting.
[I like you……]
Familiar handwriting...it's Shang Zitan...
Just four words...
But she spent her entire youth without saying it...
Feng Qingyao sat there quietly, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she seemed not to feel any pain at all, because the struggle and pain in her heart far exceeded this.
Her eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes sharp, as if she was looking for a ray of light in the darkness, but was swallowed by endless despair.
"I think I won the lottery, but it's expired."
Feng Qingyao's heart was burned by this sudden love and was about to break...
She was loved, didn't he say he was trying to protect her self-esteem? Why didn't she feel his feelings?
If she had been more proactive...
A low whimper came from her throat, like a suppressed cry, trying to break free from the shackles that bound her soul, but she was powerless.
Feng Qingyao could no longer control the emotions she had suppressed for so long, and at this moment, they completely burst out. Tears fell like pearls from a broken string, and each drop carried the torment and struggle in her heart.
For the first time, she cried extremely sadly, like a homeless child.
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