When Zhou Mingzheng first entered high school, he actually adapted very quickly.
Boys are more adaptable to changes in the surrounding environment, not to mention that Zhou Mingzheng and Tang Di sat at the same table and shared a dormitory at the time.
They were good classmates in junior high school and got along very well.
When he was in class, he liked to sit back in his chair, put his right hand on the desk, spinning a pen while listening to the teacher.
After class, I would either get up and walk outside the classroom, or chat with Tang Di.
Occasionally, when his mind was free, he couldn't help but wonder how the pair of female classmates on the right could go the whole day without speaking and only chat a few words from time to time?
He had a good memory and knew that the person sitting by the aisle was Liang Qiyun.
During the first physical education class, Zhou Mingzheng stood in the queue.
He stood there carelessly, feeling the heat of the sun above his head. He looked up and saw a slender female classmate standing there, with an air of loneliness for no reason.
The other students had lined up one after another, but she was still standing there.
Zhou Mingzheng recognized that it was Liang Qiyu. It seemed that she did not participate in the military training, so she was not in the previous queue.
He took the initiative to say, "Classmate, stand over here."
Change seats after the first monthly exam.
Zhou Mingzheng took the seating chart from his class teacher Liu Tao that day and saw clearly what was written on it:
Zhou Mingzheng | Liang Qiyun.
She is the girl who is very quiet and looks lonely.
He just thought about it and didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, according to Lao Liu's idea, the seats would be changed after each monthly exam.
After organizing the students to change seats, Zhou Mingzheng walked down from the podium.
The girl was seen standing there with her back to the desk, her hands on both sides of the desk. Her fair and tender fingertips had turned red from trying so hard, but the desk only moved slightly.
After all, we were desk mates for at least one month.
Zhou Mingzheng took the initiative to walk over and said, "Let me help you move the tables and chairs."
Zhou Mingzheng was not very interested in Chinese class. He was more interested in math, physics, and chemistry, and even subjects like English, which had rules to follow and only one answer.
Zhou Mingzheng tried his best to avoid the short-answer questions and lengthy text-based questions in Chinese.
Zhou Mingzheng participated seriously in the group discussion in the Chinese class, but he also held an indifferent attitude.
If he is so unlucky to be picked, he can still be involved if he stands up. It won't be outstanding, but it won't be embarrassing either.
But when he took the note handed over by Liang Qiyu.
It was filled with beautiful handwriting, and even organized the results of the previous discussion into sentences that could be read out directly when standing up.
He suddenly felt that his new deskmate was very serious about his work.
When Tang Di was feeling lucky that he would not be drawn into their group, Zhou Mingzheng was thinking inappropriately that if he was not drawn, his deskmate's efforts would be in vain.
When Chinese teacher Chen really picked their group, Zhou Mingzheng suddenly didn't know whether it was unfortunate or lucky.
He stood up and repeated the sentence he had just read carefully in his own words.
As expected, he received praise from Teacher Chen. He sat down and caught a glimpse of Liang Qiyun's faint smile and dimples.
Tang Di was still making fun of him, and Zhou Mingzheng followed suit and laughed, "I really took advantage of you guys."
She should be lucky, at least the note she prepared was not wasted.
In fact, as they got to know each other better, Zhou Mingzheng discovered that Liang Qiyun was actually quite good at chatting.
No matter what he said, she was always able to respond well and even continue to extend it vertically.
Her voice was soft, yet patient.
Whenever Zhou Mingzheng spoke to her, she would always answer with a smile.
That Sunday evening when Zhou Mingzheng returned to school, he pulled his suitcase as usual, walked to the road and waited for the traffic light, leaning on the railing as usual.
As the sun set, the sky turned a dark purple, tinged with gray, and pressed down like an overwhelming force.
Zhou Mingzheng doesn’t like dusk. He likes the vitality of the rising sun and the breath of freedom exuded by the blue sky and white clouds.
He turned around inadvertently and saw an unexpected figure.
The girl was wearing a green and white school uniform, with her usual pink school bag slung over her back. Her white and tender fingertips tightly grasped the two pink straps. The slightly loose school uniform was pulled back by the straps, outlining her obviously slender waistline.
She raised her head slightly and looked across the street. On her side was a magnificent sunset glow, which for no reason created a beautiful picture of a beauty in the last days.
Zhou Mingzheng was distracted for a rare moment. He suddenly laughed and shouted, "Liang Qiyun, why are you back to school too?"
The school sports meet requires students to take photos of the participants.
Before the evening self-study that day, when Zhou Mingzheng heard Liang Qiyun offer to help take photos, his first reaction was to wonder if she was physically able and if she was too tired.
After all, during this period of time, he had more or less observed that Liang Qiyun's body was actually unable to do any strenuous exercise, and sometimes she would even feel a little out of breath after walking a few steps.
He wanted to refuse.
But the girl's voice was gentle and soft, her eyes were full of stars and endless expectations, her dimples were shallow, and she said a lot.
Zhou Mingzheng's words of refusal rolled around on the tip of his tongue. After a quick calculation, he nodded and agreed, smiling like the breeze and the moon, and even jokingly said, "Of course, you can, but you have to make me look handsome when you take the photo."
The girl seemed very happy and nodded repeatedly, with the dimples on the corners of her mouth so sweet that they were dizzying.
The smile in Zhou Mingzheng's eyes became more and more obvious, as if he didn't expect that his deskmate would be so easily satisfied.
It was rare for him to be so thoughtful about these irrelevant little things, and he carefully considered how to take pictures for Liang Qiyun when the time came.
On the afternoon of the school sports meet, before the high jump competition began.
Zhou Mingzheng walked from the dormitory to the playground and saw Liang Qiyun walking towards him in a green and white school uniform, with her ponytail swaying behind her.
The sunlight was so bright that the girl seemed to be walking on the light.
Zhou Mingzheng walked over, and on a whim, he took the initiative to ask the other party if he had a cell phone for the elderly.
He knew that Liang Qiyun usually carried a cell phone in her trouser pocket so that she could contact her family conveniently.
The girl seemed surprised, but nodded as Zhou Mingzheng expected.
Zhou Mingzheng was inexplicably delighted at the time, and he said, "Let me have your phone number so we can get in touch later. You don't have to wait around."
Later, Zhou Mingzheng actually thought that if a mobile phone number was required at that time, the factors of the competition would account for three points, and his own interest would account for seven points.
He gave her cell phone number and lowered his head to see the girl standing there, concentrating on typing on her phone.
The two of them were standing face to face, not too close nor too far away. There was a faint citrus scent in my nose, the same sweet smell I had smelled when I sat at the same table in the classroom.
When the wind blew, the sweet citrus scent seemed to spread to his soap-scented green and white school uniform.
When talking in the boys' dormitory at night, sometimes they always talk about girls. This is the natural appreciation of the opposite sex that comes out of youth.
One night, I don't know how the topic turned to which girl was the prettiest in the class.
If it was about other topics, Zhou Mingzheng would at least reply a few words. But when it came to girls, he would not participate in them since junior high school, and would just lie on his bed and listen casually without saying a word.
It means not caring or being interested in others, and not commenting on others behind their backs.
That day, my roommates took turns mentioning several names, including Chen Yan, Huang Xiyun, and Liu Xiaoyan...
Tang Di suddenly sighed, "Actually, I think Liang Qiyun is pretty, but she's too quiet."
At that time, Zhou Mingzheng was lying on the bed, his hands folded leisurely behind his head. After hearing Tang Di's words, he couldn't help but recall the time they spent together in the classroom during the day.
Is she quiet? Actually, once you get to know her, you will find that she is quite talkative and can talk about anything. She is not the kind of person who pretends to know something but tries to find a topic to talk about. She really has a wide range of interests and knows a lot about things.
Thinking of this, Zhou Mingzheng laughed out loud.
Tang Di was a little right, she was really pretty and completely suited his aesthetic.
In winter, Zhou Mingzheng found that Liang Qiyun became even less active and often stayed in her seat during class breaks.
He happened to be coming back from the teacher's office that day, and was touched by Huang Xiyun's sweat beads when he passed by the large water dispenser.
Huang Xiyun said she was going to the office and asked him to help bring Liang Qiyun's water bottle back to the classroom.
In fact, at that time, between adolescent boys and girls, this matter was not a big deal, because they were classmates and it was normal for them to help each other; but Zhou Mingzheng had also seen many moments when brothers helped their girlfriends get water bottles.
He didn't know what was wrong and his thoughts suddenly changed.
But he still took Liang Qiyun's pink thermos firmly, his broad palm touched the cold bottle, and his slender hands grasped it tightly.
Zhou Mingzheng walked quickly back to the classroom and saw the girl, wearing a thick school uniform and a big cotton-padded jacket, bending over the desk. A smile appeared in his eyes.
Walking over, he saw the girl open her hazy eyes, which were full of water. Zhou Mingzheng was touched for a moment, "Liang Qiyun, your water."
She seemed surprised and happy.
She reached out to take the pink thermos, but she almost couldn't hold it steady because the bottle was too heavy with water.
Because Zhou Mingzheng was looking at her, he quickly put his arm around her elbow, and he could feel her slenderness even through her clothes.
The girl said in a weak, yet soft voice, "Thank you."
Zhou Mingzheng didn't expect that she had so little strength. Maybe she had just woken up, but she did look rather weak.
I couldn't help but regret that I should have put the thermos directly on her desk.
He sat down and took out the textbook from the drawer.
Liang Qiyun unscrewed the thermos and took out a long strip of instant medicine. Her fingertips seemed to have turned red from the force, but she still did not tear it open.
Zhou Mingzheng said, "Let me help you." He stretched out his palm and spread it upwards.
After seeing clearly that the long strip of instant drink was brown sugar ginger tea, Zhou Mingzheng reacted instantly. He felt the tips of his ears getting hot and dry.
No wonder she looked so miserable today.
He pretended to be calm, tore a small hole in the brown sugar ginger tea, reached out to take the thermos, poured all the powder into it, screwed the cap on, shook it up and down vigorously before handing it to Liang Qiyun, "It's OK, drink it."
On New Year’s Eve, the head teacher wished everyone a happy new year in the QQ class group.
Zhou Mingzheng happened to be playing with his mobile phone at that time. He clicked on it and echoed the comment.
It was a rare holiday, he was a good student and also loved playing games. He had made an appointment with Tang Di to play a few games on the computer tonight.
After finishing the game, Zhou Mingzheng looked at the time and saw that it was almost midnight. He simply stood up, washed his face, and then lay down on the bed to look at his phone.
Because there are quite a few people in his QQ account, and someone always sent him Happy New Year messages in the past, Zhou Mingzheng has learned it over time and took the lead in setting up a scheduled group blessing message schedule.
He checked his phone and saw a new friend request. He clicked it and found it was from Liang Qiyun.
Zhou Mingzheng clicked through and he noticed that the time was 23:59, almost midnight.
He originally wanted to say "Happy New Year", but after thinking about it, he felt that it might be too simple. What should he add?
She is not in good health, so let me wish her "peace and happiness".
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Zhou Mingzheng: [Happy New Year, peace and joy. ]
That period is the perfect cover for those teenage years when they were afraid of exposing their emotions.
The class watched a movie after the joint entrance examination of six schools.
Zhou Mingzheng found out that Liang Qiyun didn't come and heard from the teacher that she was sick.
He thought about sending a message to ask.
They have two ways of contacting each other: mobile phone number and QQ, so they can get in touch with each other in any way.
With nothing to do at night, he lay on the bed with his old phone, struggling with the chat box for a long time, typing and deleting, and finally clearing it.
If they were just classmates, Zhou Mingzheng would have sent it directly.
But the other party was Liang Qiyun, Zhou Mingzheng hesitated. He actually slowly realized that he felt differently about Liang Qiyun.
In the end, the message was never sent.
The day before the closing ceremony, Zhou Mingzheng received instructions from his class teacher to help organize Liang Qiyun's books, put them in a bag and take them down to Liang Qiyun's father.
He returned to the classroom and took out a large canvas bag from his drawer.
Then he started to help Liang Qiyun collect books.
Every time the girl came home from school, she would always clean her desk and put the books in the drawer neatly.
Zhou Mingzheng prepared everything according to the homework list he copied and the textbooks he marked to take home.
When the time came, he came to the school gate carrying the bag of books.
Liang Qiyun's father took the bag of books and thanked him with a smile, "Thank you so much, classmate."
Zhou Mingzheng had been struggling for a long time before coming here, but at this moment he subconsciously asked, "Uncle, is Qiyun in good health?"
"It's nothing. She just caught a cold and had a fever a while ago. She's almost well now and is resting at home."
"That's good, thank you uncle."
Zhou Mingzheng was almost invisible, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
I'm glad you're okay.
In that case, see you after the New Year.
Zhou Mingzheng likes reading history books but not Chinese classics.
In the past, he would only read books reluctantly if his Chinese teacher explicitly told him that they would be on the exam.
That day, an excerpt from Cao Yu's "Thunderstorm" was being taught in the Chinese class, and Zhou Mingzheng just listened.
Chinese teacher Chen strongly recommended them to read the original novel, but he actually didn't take it seriously at the time and had no intention of reading it. If he had the time, wouldn't it be better to do a few more math questions?
When he returned to the classroom in the evening to prepare for evening self-study, he saw Liang Qiyun reading a book, which was Cao Yu's "Thunderstorm".
Zhou Mingzheng suddenly became interested and asked, "Did you go to borrow a book just now?"
When he heard Liang Qiyun praising the story for being quite dramatic, he smiled casually, "Not bad, lend it to me after you finish reading it, so I don't have to go to the library again."
He just wanted to see how interesting the books she had read were.
What Zhou Mingzheng didn't expect was that Liang Qiyun told him the next day that she had finished reading it all.
He took the book with a smile and placed it neatly on the desk.
During the self-study class, Zhou Mingzheng rarely did his homework or practice exercises, but instead picked up the book and read it.
It was amazing, because that was the first time he took the initiative to want to read a Chinese classic, not because of his parents' or teachers' request, but out of his own initiative.
Perhaps it was because the plot was too intriguing, or perhaps it was because the citrus scent in the book was so faint and sweet, Zhou Mingzheng was able to read it so deeply.
A few days later, we also watched the movie version of Thunderstorm during the evening practice.
Because Zhou Mingzheng had read the original novel beforehand, he had a prophetic grasp of the plot when he watched the movie, which was very comforting.
The classroom was dark with only the light coming from the projection screen.
Tang Di continued to say meaningfully, "This is much more interesting than reading a book."
Zhou Mingzheng knew that he was making fun of him.
He sat back in his chair and smiled proudly, "Watching movies is of course interesting, and reading books is also good."
At the end of the second semester of the first year of high school, students were divided into arts and science majors.
Zhou Mingzheng chose science without hesitation.
Most of his friends chose science, as did his classmates.
However, Liang Qiyun doesn't seem too happy.
Zhou Mingzheng couldn't help but have some guesses in his mind, and he actually felt a little upset at the time.
He had thought a lot before, for example, they would sit at the same table in the same class until the third year of high school. When the college entrance examination was over, he would confess.
The boy has matured. His love is not the kind that requires being together when in love in youth. He prefers to be together when both parties are in love and the time is right, with the sincere expectations of his family and friends.
Puppy love is beautiful, but it usually doesn't last long.
Zhou Mingzheng wants to have a long-term future with Liang Qiyun, so he can wait for just two years.
Besides, Liang Qiyun looks very well behaved and doesn’t seem like the type of person who would fall in love too early.
Zhou Mingzheng didn't want to embarrass her.
But he never thought that Liang Qiyun would choose liberal arts.
He thought about it for a long time in private, trying to understand, tolerate, accept and support.
So that day Tang Di turned around and asked about the choice of liberal arts or science, and Liang Qiyun said she wanted to choose liberal arts.
Zhou Mingzheng could speak from her perspective and say something from the heart, "You are actually quite suitable for studying liberal arts. It's a good idea to choose liberal arts."
These words come from the bottom of my heart.
Zhou Mingzheng really thinks it’s pretty good.
Long-lasting and sincere love does not mean selfishly asking the other person to compromise for yourself in the name of love when you are young, but each of you chooses what your heart desires, works hard on your own, and if you are destined to meet again at the top.
At that time, Zhou Mingzheng felt that he and Liang Qiyun were destined to be together since they could sit at the same table for a whole year without being separated.
In the Chinese class, Teacher Chen was giving a passionate lecture.
Zhou Mingzheng was flipping through the textbook and was stunned when he saw the white gentian. He also knew the flower language of the white gentian by chance.
Maybe it’s because we are about to separate, even if we are in the same grade and school, it won’t be easy to meet again in the future.
It is inevitable that a carefree and unrestrained young man will feel a little sad.
He smiled slightly, and seeing that the teacher didn't notice him, he took the initiative to talk to the girl who was listening attentively, "Do you know what the flower language of white gentian is?"
The girl's eyes first fell on the book, then moved back to his face, and she shook her head blankly, "I don't know."
Zhou Mingzheng smiled lightly, and he said in a rare soft voice, "It symbolizes pure and sincere love."
Zhou Mingzheng had thought it all out that day.
After the college entrance examination, he confessed his love to Liang Qiyun, saying that they did not want roses but white gentian.
He would give Liang Qiyun a bouquet of beautiful white gentian and ask her to be Zhou Mingzheng's girlfriend.
The closing ceremony is coming soon, and after this summer vacation, I will be in the second year of high school.
When Zhou Mingzheng returned to the classroom to get his schoolbag that day, he was a little surprised to see Liang Qiyu was still there.
When Zhou Mingzheng heard that the two of them added each other on WeChat, he suddenly had an idea. He raised his smartphone and shook it, smiling and saying to Liang Qiyun, "We've been deskmates for a year after all. Let's add WeChat so we can keep in touch later."
He wanted to keep the contact information of more girls so that even if he couldn't meet them in the future, there would always be one he could contact.
At that time Huang Xiyun laughed and teased them.
Zhou Mingzheng smiled nonchalantly, "It's natural that we are different after sitting at the same table for a year."
We are just desk mates now, but we will be more than desk mates in the future.
Second year of high school was busier than Zhou Mingzheng had imagined.
He participated in mathematics and physics competitions. At first, he had time to play basketball after school. Later, he started to attend classes in the classroom during the day and go to the laboratory to attend lectures and practice problems after school and on weekends.
When the provincial team competition was approaching, Zhou Mingzheng and his group stayed in the laboratory for training all day, and went to the classroom every month. It was already the second semester when they successfully won the prize in the provincial competition and entered the provincial team training to prepare for the national competition.
In fact, there are many people who put in a lot of effort but gain nothing in the competition. Maybe they didn’t win a prize in the competition, and they fell behind in their studies when they came back. The pressure is really great.
Even though Zhou Mingzheng has always been open-minded and has a good ability to withstand pressure, sometimes he can't help but feel depressed.
Qingdao University has been his goal since junior high school.
The competition can help him get closer to his dream. Even if he cannot be admitted, a score reduction can still help protect his future.
Sometimes when he was tired, Zhou Mingzheng would think of the girl in the liberal arts class at school.
She should still be attending class very quietly and seriously, with her beautiful handwriting writing neatly in her notes.
He looked at the phone screen several times, wanting to send her a message.
But I found that I didn’t know what to post at all. I had a lot to say, but I couldn’t seem to say it.
In June, Zhou Mingzheng returned to school to prepare for the academic proficiency tests in the three subjects of politics, history and geography.
If you want to be admitted to Qingdao University, you must get 3A in the three subjects of politics, history and geography.
He had missed a lot of classes before, so he had to review twice as hard now.
In addition to his intense review, Zhou Mingzheng would occasionally let his mind wander and think about the female classmate in the liberal arts class.
She studied politics, history and geography, so she should be very good at this area.
She is good at physics, chemistry and biology, and she is serious in class and has good grades, so she should be able to get three A's easily.
When they were in the first year of high school, they talked about their favorite universities during a break.
Zhou Mingzheng once said that his goal was to go to Qingdao University. Liang Qiyun smiled happily at that time and said, "Qingdao University is good, and I will work hard too."
During that period, many colorful blessing notes were posted outside the classroom windows.
Zhou Mingzheng also thought about writing a note to Liang Qiyun at that time, wishing her good luck in her academic level test.
At that time, he received many blessings from friends and fellow students, and he responded to all of them. It was just a matter of courtesy.
But the only blessing note written to Liang Qiyun was what Zhou Mingzheng wanted to write himself.
Usually when at school, Zhou Mingzheng usually walks with Tang Di.
But that day, Zhou Mingzheng came to Class 26 alone after school in the afternoon and posted the blessing sticky note on the right side of the classroom window. Because he was afraid that it would be blown away by the wind, he deliberately pressed it firmly with his hands several times.
Before he left, he looked into the classroom and saw no one there.
She should be going to eat at this time.
After that day, Zhou Mingzheng could hardly distract himself from the colorful blessing sticky notes outside the classroom window, looking through them one by one, searching for them. He knew that if Liang Qiyun saw them, she would definitely reply.
No one knew how happy Zhou Mingzheng was when he saw the beautiful handwriting on the blue sticky note outside the classroom window. No one saw his genuine and satisfied smile.
On the day of setting up the examination room, Liu Tao asked everyone to collect their own blessing sticky notes outside the classroom window.
Zhou Mingzheng tore off all the blessings written to him from outside and put them away. It was a thick stack.
After returning home, he took out the blue sticky note and put it in his favorite book, placing it where he could easily see it.
The others were piled together and stuffed into bookcases, gathering dust.
Maybe the past days were too smooth, and God will not always favor the same person.
Zhou Mingzheng had a fever the day before the national competition, but he forced himself to finish the exam. Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds that he loved so much, he knew that he had failed.
If you perform well, at most you will be eligible for a score reduction.
In August, Zhou Mingzheng returned to class and entered the intense rhythm of final review with his former classmates.
Time does not allow him to be discouraged or hesitate. He must catch up with the courses he missed in his second year of high school as soon as possible and return to the top position in the class.
At the end of the month, Zhou Mingzheng and Tang Di finished their meal and prepared to return to the classroom.
They no longer go back to the dormitory to rest at noon. Instead, they go directly to the classroom to read books and do exercises. When they are tired, they lie on the table and take a nap.
Halfway through the walk, Tang Di said he wanted to go to the store to buy a Coke, and Zhou Mingzheng walked with him.
When he got closer, he saw the girl standing there gracefully. Her green and white school uniform seemed to have become looser and she had lost weight.
The joy of meeting someone unexpectedly and after a long separation stirred up waves in Zhou Mingzheng's calm heart.
He walked over and greeted with a smile, "Liang Qiyun, are you here to buy something too?"
The girl's eyes were still full of smiles, sparkling like stars.
Her voice was gentle and graceful, and she smiled and congratulated him on winning the competition.
Zhou Mingzheng felt surprisingly calm that day.
He said there was still one year left and there was still time.
Zhou Mingzheng worked very hard during his senior year of high school.
In the past, he was carefree about studying, because he could get top grades without much effort.
But after the competition, coupled with the unexpected promise in his heart, he always wanted to try harder.
He wanted to go to Qingdao University, and then give a white gentian to his beloved girl to express his love for her.
The only time to relax during those hard-working days was the grade commendation meeting after each monthly exam.
There is a huge distance between Class 1 of Grade 3 and Class 36 of Grade 3.
He sat in his seat in his class.
When the class leader praised the liberal arts class and read out Liang Qiyun's name, there was sincere and enthusiastic applause.
Then work even harder to study and review.
After the college entrance examination, Zhou Mingzheng happened to have some problems at home.
After he finished his work, he calculated the days and realized that the results would be out soon, so he would contact Liang Qiyun then.
On the day the college entrance examination results were released, Zhou Mingzheng received news from his class teacher in advance.
In the last few mock exams of his senior year, he ranked in the top three among the six schools. But this time he really performed exceptionally well and became the top scorer in the science subject of the college entrance examination that year.
Congratulations came overwhelmingly from family, relatives, friends and teachers, but unfortunately Zhou Mingzheng did not wait for any news from Liang Qiyun.
He made the call directly, and what he heard was a cold, machine-like shutdown notification tone.
He sent messages on QQ and WeChat, but the other party didn't reply.
He thought that he would go back to school soon to fill in his application, and he would be able to see her then.
The young man's eyes and eyebrows have regained their former boldness, as if he is determined.
On the day of filling out the application form, Zhou Mingzheng filled in Qingdao University, which he had been thinking about for a long time, in the application system in the information room and firmly pressed the "final confirmation" button.
He noticed a middle-aged man sitting on the right side of the same row. He looked familiar, but he was so happy at the time that he didn't pay much attention to it.
I heard what Liu Tao said in the office.
Zhou Mingzheng was stunned. He instantly lost his temper. "Why? I thought she would apply to Qingdao University."
That summer, Zhou Mingzheng was unable to contact Liang Qiyun.
Nothing works as planned.
Two people who used to sit next to each other.
One stayed in the South, the other went to the North;
One chose Jiangnan University and the other went to Qingdao University.
We will never meet again.
Later.
He is in love.
She is married too.
Secret love is silent.
Those words that were once unspeakable and the things that were done quietly for each other will be forever lost in the years, and only time will know the truth.
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In fact, I have always wanted to write from Zhou Mingzheng’s perspective.
At the end, Yunyun finally got over it and found someone who truly loved her, and Zhuzi felt complete.
Last night I thought about whether I should continue writing this extra chapter from Zhou Mingzheng's perspective, and I discussed it with my best friend.
Finally, I decided to write it. If I don't write it, all the things Zhou Mingzheng had done secretly and couldn't say will be lost in the years, and only time will know.
In fact, Zhuzi feels very sorry for Liang Qiyun's character.
A girl met the boy she loved in her prime years, but like many others, she kept her secret crush in her heart and could not express it.
Her inferiority complex comes from the torture of illness, and she even has a slight uncertainty about the future.
She is pessimistic because she doesn't know whether she can survive. Her future is bleak and unpredictable.
So she loved Zhou Mingzheng. She mustered up the courage to try at the beginning, but later, as her condition worsened, she was actually just secretly in love with this dazzling young man and did not expect to possess him.
A girl like this who even when she cries just bites her fists and cries silently is lucky.
She has parents who love her and good friends who treat her sincerely without minding the differences caused by her illness.
So Zhuzi selfishly gave her a slightly happier ending in the end. Her once dark and painful life began to see light as the drugs were included in the medical insurance.
As for Zhou Mingzheng's original setting, he was a bright and cheerful person. He "didn't like Liang Qiyun" and "didn't have any girls he liked." He simply didn't want to fall in love at that age.
But after writing half of the article, Zhuzi began to have doubts and complained to his gay friend.
The character Zhou Mingzheng in the writing seems to come alive. He has his own consciousness and is attracted to Liang Qiyun.
There is no reason for Zhou Mingzheng not to like such a sensitive, delicate, optimistic, cheerful and hardworking girl.
So there is this extra chapter. He is proud, his love is tolerant and mature, and he hopes to meet at the top.
Unfortunately, I missed it in the end.
Speaking of rare diseases, I have seen a sentence on the Internet before:
“Before there are effective drugs for rare diseases, they are a problem faced by all of humanity. But once effective drugs are available, they are only a problem faced by families.”
In reality, there are more girls with rare diseases like Chen Chen. They may lose many ordinary happiness because of their own diseases. They may secretly have a crush on young boys in their prime for various reasons but cannot speak out.
Even though they are living in the cold winter, they still look towards the light and try their best to live.
May all girls with rare diseases have the warm sunshine of winter to shine upon them!
May disease be rare and love not be rare!
Finally, I would like to thank all the little angels for accompanying Zhuzi through this cold winter. I also hope that the warm winter sun can warm you and me. We will see you next time if we are lucky.
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