Chapter 37 Twenty-One Days (Important Chapter)
When Zhou Chong returned home, the house was pitch black.
He turned on the light in the entryway, changed his shoes, glanced at the empty living room, and went straight back to his room.
My father is far away abroad and rarely home, while my mother will probably spend the night in the hospital on-call room again tonight.
He had been used to living alone since childhood, and he did not feel lonely or find it unbearable.
People often say he has a cold personality, but he doesn't seem to care.
It's nothing more than the fact that prolonged solitude has made him experience the freedom that his peers have longed for too easily, yet he finds it utterly meaningless.
When he was twenty-five, Jiang Wan entered his life, and his solo journey began to become full of interest.
Even though he had been chasing after her for years.
The figure he had been gazing at for so long finally turned around and looked at him.
He became her husband by chance, and they lived a conventional life for three years. He never dared to overstep the bounds of the agreement, fearing that breaking the agreement would disgust her.
It will ruin everything he desperately wants.
However, no matter how careful he was, time does not change according to human will.
The three-year term was up, and the day of its end finally came.
Zhou Chong accepted it faster than he had imagined, perhaps because this tension had been hanging over his heart for the past three years.
The tighter it gets, the more likely it is to break.
If you habitually prepare for the worst in advance, then no matter how bad the outcome, it won't be that bad.
Jiang Wan was like a moon he could never touch; to be able to dance with the moonlight for a short time was already a great fortune for him.
What is there to be unable to bear?
He never truly possessed her.
We shouldn't have any delusions.
But perhaps his obsession was too deep, so much so that even God couldn't bear it and sent him back to ten years ago on the night before the divorce.
After a storm, the weather is usually good.
Just like when he woke up that day, he looked out the window of his room and saw a clear blue sky.
Zhou Chong sat down at his desk, put down his schoolbag, and looked up at the night sky outside the window.
Tonight is also a rare good night; the moon in the sky is not obscured by any clouds, and its light shines down on the ground.
Zhou Chong opened the drawer, took out the diary at the bottom, opened it, and wrote:
"December 25th, Thursday, sunny."
Today is my twenty-first day back here, and I finally believe that none of this is a dream.
He didn't used to keep a diary because he thought the monotonous and repetitive days weren't worth recording.
But ever since he inexplicably returned here, he has started writing a diary.
Because everything that happened during this period was too unbelievable, not only the rebirth itself, but also Jiang Wan's change in attitude towards him.
If he could really go back to being eighteen, Jiang Wan at that time would not have had so many interactions with him.
She hated him, couldn't stand him, and when she bumped into him on the street, she would simply look away and haughtily turn away.
I wouldn't even spare him a glance, let alone say a word to him.
But now, she actually smiles at him, buys him plum orchards, goes to the homeroom teacher to ask if she can be his deskmate, invites him to study at the library on weekends, and cheers him on and brings him water when they play sports in PE class...
There were so many, so many that he couldn't believe they were real.
So he started writing a diary, recording everything that happened each day, as a record for his future self.
If all of this is a dream, then let him greedily sleep a little longer in his dream.
But what if, just maybe, all of this is true?
He always wanted to leave something behind for himself so that he wouldn't forget.
Although he had never forgotten anything about her.
But he still stubbornly wanted to write all these things down, as if as long as they were written down in black and white, they would be evidence that they had existed in this world.
Rather than a beautiful dream he constructed alone.
"Luo Xuan came to the self-enrollment presentation this afternoon. I have to admit that I felt inexplicably flustered the moment I saw him."
Even though our relationship is close enough now, who can guarantee that things won't continue along the same path in the future?
Many things about her have changed, but many things remain the same. For example, this lecture, just like in his past life, Luo Xuan still represents Peking University back to his alma mater to give a lecture.
After that, she will choose to participate in Peking University's independent admissions program and go to Peking University to study next September, together with Luo Xuan.
Regarding future choices, Zhou Chong did not believe that Jiang Wan would consider him.
Even if she shows him a moment of concern now, it is only like the moonlight's pity for the earth.
Zhou Chong couldn't even imagine that he, standing on the ground, could touch the moon's outstretched hand.
But that's exactly what happened.
"She asked me if I wanted to apply to Tsinghua University, and forbade me to say that I could do it or not. But actually, I really could do it or not. It wasn't just an excuse I was giving to outsiders."
In his previous life, he chose Tsinghua University because the university allocated two recommendation slots to science students, while Peking University only had one. He had a 50% chance of getting into the same university as her.
Unfortunately, the probability of choosing one of the two options is not high to begin with.
"Actually, later, I could have given up my early admission application and applied to Peking University instead, but on the day the college entrance examination ended, I saw her walk out of the examination room, run to Luo Xuan with a big smile, and get into the car with him and leave. Suddenly, I felt that the one-woman show was very boring."
From beginning to end, he thought that her attention to him because of his grades was just a one-man show.
She wants to be number one, and the person she wants to compete with doesn't necessarily have to be him.
“I remember at dinner she said she didn’t want to compete for Peking University’s independent admission quota. Although it surprised me, I thought she didn’t need to lie to so many people, especially in front of Luo Xuan.”
"So, she insisted that I give an answer, so I went along with her and admitted, 'I want to get into Tsinghua University. What about you?'"
If you don't want to go to Peking University, then you'd probably choose Tsinghua University, right?
He's gambling, trying again, continuing to gamble on that fifty percent chance.
But luckily, he won this gamble.
She said, "Zhou Chong, let's apply to the same university."
"Perhaps, this time, she and I will really have a different future. I'm finally starting to believe in this possibility."
"I've been back here for twenty-one days now, and none of this is a dream."
After writing the last sentence, Zhou Chong put down his pen, stuffed the diary back into the drawer, and then took out his phone.
The little gray rabbit is fluffy and feels great to the touch.
He hung the phone charm on his phone, and unexpectedly, the phone vibrated in his palm.
On the lit screen was a QQ message.
[Late Night Is Not Too Late: Surprise Check, Are Your Phone Chains Attached Properly?]
Zhou Chong chuckled and opened the chat box.
Z: Okay, it's hung up.
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