Chapter 22 Graduation Letter "Then - see you at Qing University." ...
"2018.06.16 Clear Skies"
Then - see you, Qing Da.
——Excerpt from Tao Shuran’s Diary
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The moment Tao Shuran was dazzled by Liang Yuanjing's smile, she almost thought that the incomparable summer in her memory had come back again.
Her mood was unconsciously infected by his radiant smile, and the depression she had been feeling for the past few days dissipated a lot. She felt that the whole world was open.
Tao Shuran adjusted her hair and shook it like him.
The answer was clear and concise: "I won't tell you."
Liang Yuanjing put his hands behind his back, picked up the bag she had forgotten on the shelf, and followed slowly behind her.
"Second secret."
Tao Shuran turned around and looked at him: "What?"
Liang Yuanjing raised his eyebrows: "Besides the person I like, there is a second secret."
How could he still remember that she liked someone else?
Tao Shuran quickly skipped over the topic and took the initiative to say "thank you" to him.
"What are you thanking me for? Aren't you the same?"
Liang Yuanjing said briefly: "That time with Fang Shiyue."
Tao Shuran immediately understood: "You know everything?"
"Come on, you're looking for my mom, how could I not know?"
Who is Ms. Li Wan? She is a senior executive in the company and is used to being decisive and swift. She always has a cold face. Ordinary girls don't dare to talk to her on their own initiative.
Unexpectedly, Tao Shuran not only took the initiative to look for him, but also spoke up for him in front of his mother.
Liang Yuanjing raised his chin: "It's just a matter of reciprocity."
Tao Shuran suddenly froze where he was standing.
The joy and excitement that had just spread in my heart were now like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.
She forced a smile and asked, "Is it just a matter of courtesy?"
To get out of the simulation room, one has to go through a very long passage. For some reason, the passage is pitch black. Liang Yuanjing relied on his intuition and touched the switch on the wall with his hand.
He casually said, "What else?"
Tao Shuran silently shed tears in the darkness behind.
She was glad that the room was dark at the moment, concealing all the embarrassing self-conceit and sadness.
"Nothing, I just don't think it's necessary to be so polite between friends."
With a "click".
Liang Yuanjing touched the switch on the wall and pressed it with his fingertips. He turned around and heard her words.
I was stunned for a moment, then gradually understood the meaning of her words.
"Sorry." He reflected apologetically, "It's just that I'm used to being with girls..."
"I know."
Tao Shuran interrupted him for the first time. The moment the lights came on, all her emotions were adjusted.
At this moment, he was smiling as usual, like a true friend who understood him.
"I know you're worried that if you cross the line a little, others will misunderstand that you like her."
“But Liang Yuanjing, don’t worry, I never will.”
Tao Shuran raised her head and looked at him, a slight smile on her face, and just then she stared at him with her eyes bent.
"I know you'll never like me."
Her voice was so soft that Liang Yuanjing could hardly hear it if the two of them were not so close to each other.
He subconsciously looked into her eyes, but Tao Shuran had already walked past him quickly, leaving him standing there in a daze. He always felt that there was a hint of loneliness in these words.
Liang Yuanjing's mind flashed with Tao Shuran's face just now, the unchanging, impeccable smile that looked flawless.
After coming out of the experience room, Tao Shuran stayed to visit other exhibition halls, while Liang Yuanjing went to find Lin Lanting to reminisce about the past.
When they parted, he handed her the bag he had been carrying.
Tao Shuran was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that she had dropped something. Her eyelashes drooped, and she whispered "thank you" and carefully avoided his fingertips to take it.
When he left, she stared at his back and felt extremely sad.
The more attentive he was, the sadder she felt.
When you fall in love with someone who is so good that he or she can't even express your emotions to him or her, you can't blame him or her.
The sadness and loss that had been hidden so well, at this moment, engulfed her like a wave.
The surging crowd only amplified the sad mood. Tao Shuran walked forward with his head down and unknowingly turned into a quiet room.
There are no exhibits in this room, only a display screen that is playing the process of cultural relic restoration. The video is very long and the restoration process is a bit boring, so compared to checking in at the cultural relics outside, there are almost no people coming here.
Tao Shuran stopped and continued reading with great interest.
When she saw a palace clock that was so broken that it was almost unrecognizable, and was finally restored to its original majestic grandeur after being pieced together and repaired with thousands of parts, she felt a sense of admiration for the craftsmanship.
Next to each repaired cultural relic, there is a signature indicating the creator and restorer of the work.
Two names spanning thousands of years, connected by a peculiar bond.
At the end of the film, a line of small words slowly appeared on the screen.
"Before we are captured by the mundane reality, after we are pacified by the trivialities of life, I hope we still have the ability to be slightly moved by that overused word - 'sentiment'."
Tao Shuran's heart was pounding.
I found resonance in this sentence.
The fact that she fell in love with Liang Yuanjing originated from a chance encounter in midsummer. It was just a one-time encounter, but she ran towards him like a moth to a flame.
Is it worth it?
Tao Shuran didn't want to think about the results of this matter from the perspective of universal values.
She simply felt that in the most glorious youth of Wutong and Chan, she would risk her life for the person she loved.
“You like restoration?”
The sudden voice startled Tao Shuran. She turned around and saw Lin Lanting, whom Liang Yuanjing was looking for.
I wonder if it is a special fate that this person appears next to her?
"Hello, Director Lin."
Tao Shuran smiled and greeted him, his eyes returning to the film on the screen. He said softly, "I just feel very healed and peaceful. Being able to focus so deeply on one thing, I think it must be a very fulfilling moment to see the cultural relics being restored."
"But it's also very boring, isn't it? The film condenses 20 minutes, but in reality, a single painting or calligraphy might take six months, a year, or even many years to restore."
Lin Lanting said with emotion: "I have been in this industry for 30 years. There are so many people in this industry. Everyone comes with passion and dreams."
"Maybe I can try."
Tao Shuran said in a joking way: "After all, I am good at waiting."
“You’re welcome to visit anytime.”
Lin Lanting took the initiative to extend his hand: "You don't have to call me Director. You can call me Grandma like Ajing."
Liang Yuanjing searched around the museum for a long time, asked several people, and finally met Lin Lanting.
He walked over and patted Tao Shuran's shoulder naturally.
"What a coincidence, you're here too."
Tao Shuran's breathing stagnated slightly, and he nodded obediently.
Lin Lanting asked, "What do you want me to help you with this time?"
Liang Yuanjing laughed. His eyes, which were usually cold towards others, now showed a friendly smile.
"The college entrance exam is coming up soon, and my mother has always disagreed with me applying for the aviation major. I think I need your help."
"It's been so many years, and you still haven't dealt with your mother?"
Lin Lanting glared at him, scolding him for being useless, but still said, "Come to my place with your mother for lunch at noon."
Liang Yuanjing knew it was settled as soon as he heard it.
He looked down at his watch and saw that it was almost closing time. He hooked his hand around Tao Shuran's backpack strap and pulled her out.
With a relaxed, cynical smile on his face, he greeted Lin Lanting lazily.
"Okay, grandma, I'll take the person back."
Tao Shuran was caught off guard by him pulling her out, and as she followed him out, she quickly said, "Goodbye, grandma."
It is a sunny day today. The sun shines on the green grass. The two sides of the road are full of barren sycamore trees, which adds some greenery.
Liang Yuanjing reacted.
Putting my hands in my pockets, I asked her, "Why do you call me grandma?"
Tao Shuran exclaimed "Ah", thinking that there are still things that our Liang University God doesn't know.
She also wanted to keep a little mystery in front of him, so she deliberately said, "Guess."
Liang Yuanjing rarely saw Tao Shuran looking so cunning. Most of the time, she was quiet and silent, but her eyes were focused when she looked at people. There was a kind of quiet beauty about her that could not be ignored.
He laughed: "Tao Shuran, you are really not obedient at all."
Tao Shuran's heart began to beat faster.
She noticed that Liang Yuanjing's gaze lingered on her head for a moment. Her long hair, which had been specially styled with essential oils, was smooth. He was used to playing around with his friends, so he probably subconsciously wanted to rub it.
Just restrained myself.
Tao Shuran understood what he was restraining.
She considerately took a step back, keeping a safe distance from him for both of them.
As long as I like you, it doesn't matter if we're just friends.
"I'll tell you the third secret."
Tao Shuran raised his head and told him solemnly:
"I want to learn cultural relic restoration."
Liang Yuanjing chuckled, turned his head and asked her, "Have you thought it through?"
"Um."
Her tone was firm, and a smile appeared in her eyes at the thought of this goal.
At this moment, the whole person is bright, just like the sun.
"I finally have the same dream as you, soaring into the sky."
Liang Yuanjing was unconsciously infected by her happy mood.
He murmured a low "hmm" and held out his fist towards her.
"Then - see you, Qing Da." "See you, Qing Da!"
The sound of her fingertips digging into his palm and colliding with his fist was like the crisp sound of a watermelon cracking.
Tao Shuran heard the sound of her own heartbeat and felt the wind of an entire summer coming back and flowing into her arms.
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"There's only one day left until the college entrance exam."
To be honest, when the day really came, the classroom was surprisingly quiet.
Everyone stood on benches and wrote "Happy Graduation" on the blackboard. Those obscure formulas that were difficult to memorize were wiped away, and replaced by one chic signature after another, becoming the final stroke of this youth.
Tao Shuran has selfish motives.
She was the last one to go on stage to sign autographs, and she squeezed in the space to sign her name next to Liang Yuanjing's.
Finally, Zhou Wu waved his hand and signed his name.
Graduation is finally settled.
Zhou Wu said emotionally, "Children, tomorrow is the college entrance examination. I won't say anything here, but I wish you all good luck on the exam tomorrow. Don't get too excited and unable to sleep tonight. You should stay up all night and enjoy the exam until it's over."
"Youth is a process, not a result. Years later, when you recall your school days, what comes to mind isn't the college entrance exam transcript, but the evening self-study sessions you attended with your classmates, and every day you spent with your friends. There were laughs, sorrows, tears, and even arguments. Thinking back, you still feel a little clumsy and immature, but that's the beauty of youth."
"When we think of youth, we always miss the people and things of that time."
Hearing this, Tao Shuran felt something and looked at Liang Yuanjing outside the door.
Logically, today is the last day before the college entrance examination, and he should return to his flight class and say goodbye to his teacher.
In the classroom, Fang Qingyi took a loose-leaf yearbook and gave the first page to Fu Changpei, then leaned in front of his desk and asked him to write every line.
Fu Changpei: "It's not like we won't see each other anymore."
"What if?" Fang Qingyi pointed to the blank line and said, "Hurry up and write it down. Your blood type, your favorite food, your name, your phone number—you have to write it all down."
“Does everyone have to write?”
"Yes." Fang Qingyi's eyes flashed for a moment, and she unfastened the loose-leaf holes and really gave a copy to everyone in front of him.
Fu Changpei hardly ever writes about these things.
He felt that there was no need to leave any memories in his life, but Fang Qingyi looked at him so earnestly that he felt embarrassed to refuse.
At the end of the yearbook, students are asked to write a message.
Fu Changpei paused his pen, raised his head and asked her, "What should I write in this paragraph?"
Fang Qingyi propped up her chin and teased her: "Write a paragraph about your love for me."
His whole body immediately turned red, starting from his ears, his thin red lips were slightly pursed, and the fingertips holding the pen unconsciously clenched.
Fang Qingyi looked at him leisurely. In fact, she had a bad taste in Fu Changpei. She liked to see him shy.
Normally he was as aloof and quiet as a flower on a mountain top, but in fact, as long as she said something bold to tease him, he would become nervous and blush.
And never gets angry.
"I'm just kidding. Just write something casually." Fang Qingyi said casually, "How about you write about the girl you like? I'm quite curious."
After a while, Fu Changpei handed him the completed yearbook.
His handwriting is very beautiful, the kind of elegant beauty. Sometimes Fang Qingyi feels that she has too much of a filter for him, so much so that she thinks even his handwriting is uniquely beautiful in the world.
As she walked back humming a song, Tao Shuran stood at the classroom door and teased her with a smile.
"How's it going? Did you get your idol Fu's autograph?"
"Of course, Ranran, I also got a separate signature for you."
Standing in the corridor, Fang Qingyi clasped her hands together, bowed three times to the sun, and said devoutly, "I believe that with the blessing of the academic god's aura, our college entrance examination will go smoothly."
It happened that Fu Changpei came out to hand out the yearbooks of other classmates. Hearing this, he found it a little funny.
But I was looking at Tao Shuran.
"You believe this too?"
At this day, nothing is more effective than superstition.
Tao Shuran made a begging gesture: "After all, I really want to be admitted to Qing University."
Fu Changpei also asked: "Why must it be Qingda?"
Tao Shuran smiled.
In her opinion, this question was like asking "Why must it be Liang Yuanjing?"
It's just him, no extra reasons.
Receiving Fang Qingyi's hint, Tao Shuran cleared his throat and asked, "What about you? Have you decided which university to apply to?"
"Let's go to Yeqingda. It's closer to home and more convenient for taking care of my grandparents."
Tao Shuran immediately remembered that there was still bone soup at home that Tao Hongfeng had stewed for Fu Changpei's grandparents.
Tao Hongfeng has no other advantages except that he is warm-hearted. Fu Changpei is good-looking and has good moral character. In the eyes of his parents, he is definitely a young man with good moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor qualities.
Tao Hongfeng developed a fondness for him and usually made an extra portion when cooking, always asking Tao Shuran to deliver it.
Tao Shuran often asked him questions because of this. With the joint help of Fu Changpei and Liang Yuanjing, her grades improved rapidly this year.
However, Tao Shuran tried his best to let Fang Qingyi do things like delivering meals.
The timing was just right, she slapped her head and pretended to have just remembered, then took out the key from her pocket and handed it to Fang Qingyi.
In a pleading tone, he said, "I remembered I need to go shopping later. Xiaoyi, could you please come to my house and pack up some soup?"
Fang Qingyi grabbed the key and said, "I'm happy to help."
There were so many learning materials left in the classroom that Tao Shuran had to move them twice.
When I finished cleaning up, there were still a few scattered notebooks left.
She flipped through it and found that it was a collection of wrong answers that Liang Yuanjing had given her. His handwriting was also lazy, with only a few strokes of the pen, flamboyant and vigorous.
The only time she was most careful was when she wrote her name on the first page.
Tao Shuran.
She scanned each stroke of the pen, held the notebook against her chest, and thought of her first day in Linchuan.
The first time he called her name, she felt so happy that all the flowers in the world were blooming.
Tao Shuran closed his eyes and made a sincere wish.
I hope God will bless me again.
I was admitted to Qing University and walked over to him.
After cleaning up, it was already 6:30 in the afternoon.
At five o'clock, Zhou Wu came and told them that they didn't have to attend evening self-study tonight, and they should go back home to take a shower, play some games, and go to bed early.
Don't expect to score many points if you sprint now. Maintaining a good attitude is more important than anything else.
When she walked out of the classroom, Fang Qingyi's eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry.
"Why are you all staying in Fuqing?"
"Wow, do you know how high the Fuqing admission score is? If I don't pass, I won't be able to see you for four years of college."
"There are 54 universities in Fuqing. Besides, didn't you do very well on the mock exams?"
Tao Shuran smiled and said, "Why, don't you want to see your Fu Changpei?"
"What do you mean by mine?" Fang Qingyi lowered her head, her face flushing, and she muttered softly, "I don't even know I like him."
Tao Shuran laughed.
She had a premonition that the day when Fang Qingyi would confess her love was not far away. This girl couldn't hide her feelings in her eyes, and her expression of love was more passionate than anyone else's.
As the sun sets below the horizon, a wave of orange light spreads from the west like an overturned paint bottle.
Tao Shuran stopped in the corridor in front of the teaching building. She looked up and saw the white flower stand covered with wisteria flowers, which was as beautiful as an oil painting.
In the playground not far away, there were constant cheers, as if applauding the end of a lively competition.
Tao Shuran looked over there, in a trance, feeling as if he was back to the first day.
At that time, Liang Yuanjing stepped on the setting sun, jumped into the air and dunked a three-pointer.
That was the first time she saw him in Fuqing, and it was also their reunion after 770 days.
So will they meet again at Qingda in the future?
For Tao Shuran, the college entrance examination is a one and only chance.
An opportunity to be by Liang Yuanjing's side, an opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, so she absolutely cannot lose.
Tao Shuran lowered his head and gripped the spine of the book with his fingers, all his nervousness coming out, and he didn't notice that there was another person next to him.
Liang Yuanjing walked up to her without knowing when.
He had just finished training and was taking some photos while holding a basketball. He was surrounded by a bunch of friends, like a star, always the center of attention.
Tao Shuran thought that the two of them would part ways like this.
They were only together for less than a year, like passers-by with little affection.
But unexpectedly, Liang Yuanjing suddenly stopped.
Just as they passed by, Tao Shuran heard Liang Yuanjing say, "Good luck on the college entrance examination."
I raised my head in disbelief, and our eyes met in mid-air.
It was at this moment that she realized that she was hopeless towards him, and the courage that had been swallowed by fear swept over her again, like a soft cloud, carrying her closer to the sun.
Tao Shuran mustered up the courage to say, "You too."
Her voice was low, drowned out by the crowd, and she hadn't intended for him to hear it.
Who knew that Liang Yuanjing's steps forward would pause.
He turned around, his hair glowing in the golden sunlight, even his eyebrows and eyes were coated with a soft light.
Just looked at her and said, "I wish you get what you want."
Tao Shuran smiled and said "Okay".
But Liang Yuanjing didn't know that all she wanted was him.
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