In fact, Liang Qiyun later thought that if Zhou Mingzheng had said that day, "Actually, you'd be good at studying science," she might really give up the choice she had already made, choose science instead, and still stay in this class.
Continue to be in the same class with him.
I was able to study with the boy I loved for three years.
Just thinking about it, an indescribable sense of happiness rises up in my heart, sweet.
But what Zhou Mingzheng said at the time was, "Actually, it's also good for you to study liberal arts."
Perhaps it was this sentence that gave her a reason to retreat, or perhaps it was that the boy had never given her hope to chase the light.
Liang Qiyun thought about it for several nights and even discussed it again with her parents.
They all firmly believed, "Yunyun, it's most appropriate for us to choose liberal arts. You are good at liberal arts, and it's not tiring to study. It's good for your health when you find a job in the future. Besides, isn't this what you really like?"
On the morning when the subject report was submitted, the sun was incredibly strong, with heat surging up from the ground.
People just sit there and sweat keeps pouring down.
Liang Qiyun looked at the subject selection form in her hand.
It clearly reads:
Name: Liang Qiyun;
Elective subject: Arts;
Parent’s signature: Liang Kangcheng.
She sighed and could only comfort herself.
Even if they were divided into arts and science classes in the future, she and Zhou Mingzheng were in different classes and on different floors, but they were still in the same school.
When they take the college entrance examination two years later, they can still apply to the same university.
Liu Tao stood on the podium and shouted at all the students to hand in their subject selection wishes forms to the podium.
Liang Qiyun was about to get up when she heard Zhou Mingzheng beside her say, "I'll hand it in for you."
He just stretched out his hand calmly and looked at her with a smile.
Liang Qiyun almost gritted her teeth before she made up her mind to hand the subject division form into his broad palm.
The two thin subject tables overlapped together, which was insignificantly light.
But from then on, she and the boy she loved, one in literature and the other in science, would have fewer and fewer interactions.
In the following days, the class was still as lively as ever. Students were actively answering questions in class and playing around after class.
But there was a hint of sadness between Liang Qiyun's brows.
She especially cherished the days when she sat at the same table with him, as Yu Guangzhong could always catch a glimpse of the boy's handsome appearance.
It seemed that as long as he sat next to me, my heart would be at peace and I would feel particularly satisfied.
This semester's closing ceremony is on July 7th, and today is June 18th.
Liang Qiyun secretly made a countdown on the desk in her room.
The days go by.
During the day, she was in the classroom, interacting with Zhou Mingzheng as usual.
It was only in the dead of night, alone in her little room, that Liang Qiyun took a black pen and solemnly crossed out a number on the "countdown" paper.
The tip of the pen moved across the paper lightly, but it scratched her heart bit by bit.
There will still be a joint examination among six schools at the end of this semester.
The difference is that this time the final exam is based on the six subjects divided into arts and sciences.
In order to help students review better, Teacher Jiu’s classes will continue as usual.
However, if you have chosen science, you can review on your own when taking politics, history and geography classes without having to attend classes.
vice versa.
Most of the students in the class chose science, and only four or five chose liberal arts.
This resulted in most students being busy reviewing questions when taking politics, history and geography courses.
When Liang Qiyun looked up, she saw four or five classmates looking up and listening to the class attentively.
In fact, this form will undoubtedly increase the anxiety of students who choose liberal arts. In such an atmosphere, they will inevitably doubt whether their choice is correct.
Liu Xiaoyan also chose liberal arts. Her liberal arts performance was better than her science performance, and she was usually one of the quiet students in the class.
She had taken the initiative to look for Liang Qiyun several times, mostly to confide her inner anxieties.
It does have a bit of the meaning of banding together for warmth.
Liang Qiyun had never spoken a word to her before, but this time she did not reject her initiative.
She knew that she was just the other party's second choice, because the other three students who chose liberal arts happened to live in the same dormitory, and Liu Xiaoyan could not fit in.
She was actually a little nervous, afraid that she would not have any good friends in the new class.
He responded to Liu Xiaoyan enthusiastically.
Two equally quiet girls got together, and their initial topic was about some confusion and entanglement about choosing liberal arts, and then slowly expanded to entertainment and life.
Liang Qiyun unexpectedly discovered that the two of them had a lot of common topics, and as they got along with each other, they gradually became familiar with each other.
Huang Xiyun was a little jealous. When walking on the school road after school that night, she took Liang Qiyun's arm and said jokingly, "Qiyun, you have been getting close to Liu Xiaoyan recently. You rarely talk to us."
"How can it be so exaggerated?" Liang Qiyun retorted almost subconsciously.
After she finished speaking, she found that during breaks, Liu Xiaoyan often called her out of the classroom to chat, and she would have classes when she returned to the classroom. In addition, thinking about getting good grades in the joint entrance examination of six schools, she worked even harder than usual.
Indeed, compared to before, the frequency of her conversation with Huang Xiyun has greatly decreased.
Even her conversations with Zhou Mingzheng had changed from occasional chatting during class breaks when the other was in the mood to just greeting each other when going to and from school.
As expected, Huang Xiyun lowered her voice and said with a smile, "Of course, you even spoke less frequently to Zhou Mingzheng."
Liang Qiyun's face felt a little hot after hearing this, but fortunately it was too dark to see clearly.
She also lowered her voice and replied, "I was wrong. I was indeed a little nervous recently."
When most students in the class choose science, and they may even be in the same class in the future, it is equivalent to leaving a class with only a few students who choose liberal arts, and then transferring in science students with good grades. An invisible barrier has already been formed.
Liu Xiaoyan once leaned against the corridor outside the classroom door and said with a little melancholy, "Qiyun, do you feel like we are outsiders in this class now?"
Fortunately, no one around Liang Qiyun showed any obvious signs of this, at least not among the four of them.
She took Huang Xiyun's hand and walked out of the school gate with a smile.
In the following days, Liang Qiyun paid more attention. In addition to chatting with Liu Xiaoyan, she also joked and played with Huang Xiyun as before.
He and Zhou Mingzheng also returned to their previous way of getting along, and they would still discuss certain topics in Chinese class.
That day, the Chinese teacher was standing on the podium and explaining the text passionately.
Liang Qiyun was listening intently when she suddenly heard the person next to her speak in a rare low voice.
She couldn't hear clearly, and subconsciously looked up at the Chinese teacher on the podium. She guessed that she wouldn't look over here in the short term, so she turned her head to look at the boy next to her.
He has handsome eyebrows, a clear jawline, and the corners of his mouth are curved upwards, as if he has encountered something interesting.
"What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly." Liang Qiyun asked in a low voice.
Zhou Mingzheng stretched out his slender finger and pointed at the lower right corner of the book in front of him, and asked with a smile, "Do you know what the flower language of white gentian is?"
Liang Qiyun didn't expect him to mention this suddenly. She looked at the white gentian in the book.
The flower buds are in full bloom, pure white as if they were the last bit of white in the world, but the roots are exceptionally green.
But Liang Qiyun doesn’t pay much attention to these things. She just looks at them when she sees them and never tries to understand them.
She shook her head truthfully, "I don't know."
The boy seemed to like it and smiled gently.
The roar of the air conditioner and the ceiling fan above her head, the sound of the Chinese teacher lecturing through the microphone, and the occasional responses from her classmates mixed together and filled Liang Qiyun's ears.
She heard the boy say, "It symbolizes pure and true love."
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