[popularity short story] informal confession

Recommended by the editor: this manuscript writes a lot of seemingly inconspicuous but mysterious details when you have a secret crush on someone. I can't help but give a thumbs up to the dumb tree in my heart. Not everyone has been Shen Jiayi, but you must have been Liang Jingyi. At the youngest age, you listened to Jay Chou's songs and carefully loved the person who would never belong to you. Informal confession | Yashu Sina Weibo | Yushu Wedge Nancheng has always been such a climate that before summer comes, the whole city is shrouded in sultry heat and humidity. When Liang Jingyi was tired of reading, he would open the window and look at the trees downstairs, with scattered banana leaves and bright green after the rain. Liang Jingyi reached out to write on the steamy window, and she wrote extremely carefully with vertical hooks. After a while, the clear handwriting jumped on the glass, and she wrote "Zhou Yan". Just a name, Liang Jingyi could think of his cold face, and then his heart beat faster. 

01 the morning air is particularly fresh, coupled with the rain a few days ago, students walking on the campus aisle, can smell a faint smell of honeysuckle flowers. The reserve bell awakened a row of sparrows on the telephone pole and fluttered away. Because Liang Jingyi is a sports student, she gets up early for training when there is a trace of milky white in the sky. On this day, the coach did not come, and they practiced on their own for more than half an hour at the indoor training ground. The coach of the track and field team next door ran over and waved his hand and said that the coach had a temporary leave and told them to hurry back to the morning class. When Liang Jingyi returned to the classroom to sit in his seat, he glanced at the oblique rear, but he had not come yet. She took out an English book from the drawer and began to recite the words. When she memorized the words "alone", she heard the sound of pulling a chair and throwing a schoolbag. Liang Jingyi did not dare to look back and heard his front desk laugh and scold: "Yes, Brother Yan, the late king, tell me, how long have you been standing outside?" The latter paid little attention to him and casually made two perfunctory remarks. After forty minutes of the morning reading, everyone shouted to put down the textbook. Liang Jingyi class has a breakfast professional named Liu Fangzi, who never brings breakfast, holding a pair of chopsticks to pick up other people's breakfast from the first group to the last group. Everyone disliked him, and he said narcissistically, "I care about the people and have a taste of a hundred families." After Zhou Yan's position, Fatty Liu abnormally stopped and shouted with a smile: "Brother Yan." Zhou Yan raised his head from his arms and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'm not in the habit of eating breakfast." "Don't lie to me. I saw the milk in your drawer!" Fat Liu has the tone of "I am Sherlock Holmes" on his face. 

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Liu Fangzi saw that Zhou Yan no longer spoke and made it clear that Zhou Yan looked cold, but in fact, he was very casual, as long as he didn't touch his bottom line. When Liu Fangzi reached out his hand to walk along with the milk, Zhou Yan held out his hand to block it, in a lazy tone that said, "I can't do this." Liang Jingyi's heart suddenly quickened because of his light words, and he couldn't breathe. Fatty Liu smiled and stretched out his hand and extended his claws to the next boy. Zhou Yan leaned against the back of his chair, took out the bag of milk, tore a mouth, and held it in his mouth. His front table flows back and jokes: "Brother Yan, from the truth, where did the milk come from?" You've been drinking for a week. " The class representative knocked on Liang Jingyi's back and called on her to hand in her homework, so she was able to turn around and take a quiet look at Zhou Yan. Only heard that person a pair of careless tones: "I don't know, give it to me and take it." At that moment, Liang Jingyi's mood suddenly became stuffy. Just as the monitor stood on the podium holding his glasses, "come some boys to the library with me to move books." Liang Jingyi, you come too. " Liang Jingyi was accustomed to saying, "I see." As she passed Zhou Yan, Liang Jingyi seemed to see a slight frown on his eyebrow. 02 Liang Jingyi was specially recruited by Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, with impressive sports results, and because it was reasonable in her study, the school arranged for her to study together with the cultural students. There are three or four such students in Liang Jingyi's class. Jiang Liu is a choreographer and director, and Zhou Yan is a serious art student. Because of years of training, Liang Jingyi has a Bulk Up figure, healthy wheat skin, and smooth muscle lines, and has nothing to do with birds. Liang Jingyi has never received decent praise in the popular aesthetic of relying on beauty to commit murder. When she swings and sweats on the playground, people only laugh and say, "Badminton players must have strong arms. Can you help me carry something?" Liang Jingyi is not very good at refusing others, so he should come down. Over time, everyone regarded her as a good old man and called her for all kinds of hard work. The boy didn't worry that she was a girl and tried his best to stuff her with books. 

Liang Jingyi pursed her lips but moved them all to the classroom. There was a lot of noise in class, but Liang Jingyi began to think about it. Before moving the book, she seemed to see Zhou Yan frown. Did he find that the milk was from her? Not likely. For fear of being known, Liang Jingyi came to the classroom earlier than the average sports student and secretly put the milk in his drawer. She just thought that Zhou Yan was too thin. Sometimes she saw him bury his head in painting and his shoulder blades were so obvious that she wanted to send him milk to drink. Maybe God saw her mind and unexpectedly let her have an intersection with Zhou Yan. It rains all year round in Nancheng, and after the rain stops, it will attract mosquitoes and water ants. The same is true this year, and because Liang Jingyi's teaching building is backed by the mountain, more water ants fly in. For a while, the girls who were afraid of mosquitoes began to scream, and the boys patted hard with paper, and the classroom suddenly became restless. The monitor began to come out again to organize discipline and pat the podium: "stop fighting. I think most of the big water ants are led by the lights in the classroom. Everybody keeps the curtains tight." The curtains on the east side are torn. The boys will see what to do with them. " The monitor commanded, "Liang Jingyi, you too." When Zhou Yan came back to the classroom after his art class, he dropped a roll of sketch paper on the table and said in a cold voice, "Why don't you go on what?" No one has ever spoken for Liang Jingyi. Zhou Yan is the first. It has always been "Liang Jingyi, you get a bucket of water" and "Liang Jingyi, just do me a favor".

 No one thought she was a girl. The monitor blushed. "isn't she strong?" What else do you say? " Zhou Yan tilted. At a glance, he resumed his lazy tone: "you come down, river flow, fat man, you carry the water with me." Within five minutes, three boys came back with buckets and put them on the open space of the classroom, and many big water ants fell one after another, and the matter was easily solved. Liang Jingyi took a steady breath and walked up to him: "Thank you." Zhou Yan raised his head when he heard the sound, took a sip of water from the water cup, and moistened his throat, in an indifferent tone: "it's easy to raise your hand." With that, he went back to minding his own business. The white light hit his eyelashes as thin as a feather fan, pulling out a long shadow. In the evening, Liang Jingyi jumped back to his room excitedly after returning home, covering his face with a quilt, but he could still feel the hot temperature. This time Zhou Yan helped her and made Liang Jingyi happy for several days. she thought Zhou Yan was a little different to her and that the secret love seemed to be a little bright. The intersection with Zhou Yan happened again on Saturday afternoon. After training, Liang Jingyi wanted to go to the rooftop to have a rest for a while, only to see Zhou Yan doing the test paper with earplugs. The examination paper was blown "clatter" by the wind, raising a corner, and Zhou Yan patiently pressed down and continued to write the question. Liang Jingyi couldn't move his feet. He set up the drawing board again when he was tired of doing the examination paper. As a teenager, such as the wind, somehow, Liang Jingyi suddenly remembered a sentence: you stand on the bridge looking at the scenery, the people watching the scenery are upstairs looking at you. Suddenly, there was a loose laugh in front of him, and the other side pressed the tail voice: "how long do you want to see me?" "I didn't mean to, did I." Liang Jingyi hastened to explain that the last word was interrupted by Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan stretched out a slender hand over his eyes and joked: "what to do? I was seen learning secretly." Liang Jingyi is dumb, she wants to refute Zhou Yan, for example, you are not ignorant, you are kind, soft, but good at camouflage. Liang Jingyi didn't say these words. "can I stay here?" she asked. "stay," Zhou Yan shrugged in a cold voice. "this platform is not mine alone." In this way, Liang Jingyi spent the whole afternoon with Zhou Yan, and there was a lot of wind blowing, which was very comfortable. 

Many years later, Liang Jingyi still remembers this scene, the dark eyes of Zhou Yan, the fragrance sent by the wind, and the heartbeat of beating a drum. The accident was caught off guard. On Monday morning, Zhou Yan didn't wake up and forcibly endured sleepiness to finish the first two classes. As soon as the bell rang, Zhou Yan was called away by the headteacher as soon as he wanted to make up for it. Liang Jingyi's eyelids jumped, which led her to do extremely perfunctory radio gymnastics. After the broadcast gymnastics was finished, the students returned to the classroom one after another to have a chat and have a rest. The monitor came in and said mysteriously, "do you know why Zhou Yan was called away?" "Why?" More than half of the class gathered around. It's no wonder that Zhou Yanpi is good-looking and indifferent to everything, but he doesn't go out and make trouble like those outside the school. This kind of boy is the most attractive and secretly concerned. Instead of leaning forward, Liang Jingyi listened. The monitor was probably still dissatisfied with what happened last time, in a tone of complacency: "I heard that something was missing in the studio. Zhou Yan happened to be alone in the studio on Saturday afternoon, and the logistics teacher also saw it." Now the teaching director is there. " "No way. Zhou Yan doesn't look like that kind of person." "know the people, know the face, not the heart." What kind of existence is Liang Jingyi in the class? She didn't like to talk, was isolated from the crowd, and was indifferent when things went wrong, but now Liang Jingyi rushed out. On the way to the academic affairs office, Liang Jingyi has been considering the possibility of testifying for Zhou Yan, such as bad rumors that may cause, such as parents who may be disappointed, which makes Liang Jingyi a little hesitant. But when she pushed the door and entered, the logistics teacher heard ugly words in her ear, saying that the key to the studio had been reserved for Zhou Yan, who would come to the studio every Saturday afternoon. It was not until Monday that several sets of imported new painting tools were lost in the studio, but the monitoring of that studio broke down again, so the instructor called in a logistics teacher. When Liang Jingyi looked at her silent eyes last week, she made up her mind to explain it to him. Zhou Yan, with a single eyelid and deep eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth when he was scolded by the teacher. But Liang Jingyi saw a trace of loneliness and indifference in those eyes. 

Standing next to the instructor, the headteacher saw Liang Jingyi frown: "what are you doing here?" Go back. " "I'm here too." Liang Jingyi explained breathlessly. Zhou Yan looked at her coldly and spoke before Liang Jingyi: "since you think I stole it, it's me. Do whatever you want." As it happens, I take this opportunity to tell you that I am not going to learn to draw. " There is no doubt that Zhou Yan's words were so shocking that several teachers changed their faces one after another. Originally, they just wanted to take this opportunity to discipline Zhou Yan, let him pay attention to the discipline of the style of study, and admit his mistake. After all, Zhou Yan has a lot of talent in painting and has won a lot of awards, so how can he learn without learning? "teacher, Zhou Yan is angry with you. He has been with me on Saturday afternoon, painting on the rooftop." Liang Jingyi explained the whole thing once and for all. The teachers breathed a sigh of relief, and the logistics teacher wanted to say something more, and the headteacher waved his hand and stopped: "Zhou Yan, the teachers are all distressed that you have wasted your talent. Let's do this first. We will investigate it. You go back first." Zhou Yan walked side by side with Liang Jingyi. She looked at Zhou Yan's drooping mouth and knew that he was not happy. Sure enough, when the two walked under the acacia tree, Zhou Yan had a casual smile on the corner of his mouth and a sarcastic look in his eyes: "what do you care?" The ugly words were real. Liang Jingyi was stunned for a moment and then ran away. she was afraid to hear anything hurtful to make herself cry. When Liang Jingyi returned to her seat, she looked pale and lay down on the table for several classes. When her deskmate asked her if she was ill, Liang Jingyi shook her head feebly. For several days, Liang Jingyi doubted his love. Every time she saw him from a distance, she would think of Zhou Yan's sarcastic smile and disgust in her eyes, which brought her to a standstill. 

When she returned to the dinner table at home, Mother Liang said at home: "it is very difficult for the tenants on the 12th floor to live to provide for their children to enter."Studied painting and went out to find a job. " Liang Jingyi parked in mid-air with chopsticks in hand, and a meal finally lost its taste. Liang Jingyi's heart came back to life and wanted to do something for Zhou Yan. Once after class, Zhou Yan said goodbye to his friends, threw his black schoolbag into the basket, and rode his bike all the way. Liang Jingyi followed him secretly. Zhou Yan hunched slightly and rode quickly all the way. She almost couldn't keep up. Fortunately, he stopped halfway. Zhou Yan parked his car and caught Liang Jingyi. With a playful look in his eyes, he said in a tone: "Why are you following me again?" "I came to apologize for what happened last time." Liang Jingyi spoke hesitantly. Zhou Yan waved his back to her: "it's all right, you go back." Before, Liang Jingyi always found it difficult to understand why Zhou Yan always showed people with cynicism, but now she understands a little bit that once people are labeled, they can't break free. Liang Jingyi did not know where the courage shouted to him: "Zhou Yan, you must not give up your dream, people must live at least once." Zhou Yangao's thin figure shook and did not look back. Liang Jingyi can't see his expression. Watch him walk into it silently. After a while, Liang Jingyi did not give up to follow, only to find that this is an undecorated Qing bar, Zhou Yan is painting the wall alone. Zhou Yan had to bend over with a paint bucket in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, making him extremely tired. He could not help secretly scolding, these two walls are the amount of three people, but for this money, he clenched his teeth and took it, he was thinking, suddenly felt light at hand, the paint bucket was taken away. Zhou Yan looked at her and found that Liang Jingyi's eyebrows were clean, her skin was honey, and a pair of apricot eyes were careful. Zhou Yan couldn't help feeling amused, and the tip of his tongue pressed his left jaw: "be careful not to spill it on you." Liang Jingyi was relieved and listened to his command to help. To ease the atmosphere, she said: "in fact, I am Hercules." "then you are also a girl." Zhou Yan dropped this sentence. Every day after school, cleaning the barn and painting the wall for an hour is an intimate time for Liang Jingyi and Zhou Yan to get along with each other. Neither of them talked much, but they got along happily. There are signs at the beginning of the arrival of summer, and the song of cicadas is shattered in the genial breeze. The boss of Qingba was so interested that he put up Jay Chou's "Qi Li Xiang". "the sparrow outside the window is talkative on the telephone pole. When you say that, it feels like summer. The pencil in my hand goes back and forth on the paper, and I use a few lines to describe who you are to me. " Liang Jingyi could not help humming along. She found that Zhou Yan liked to wear black, which made her look very introverted. Zhou Yan's mandible has a distinct line, which forms a beautiful arc with the lower clavicular fossa. Liang Jingyi stared at his side face and wanted to express his inner joy: "Zhou Yan, I …". " "Don't like someone who is not worth it." Zhou Yan stared at the wall in a soft voice. At that moment, "Qi Li Xiang" sang to the best part, and the old building outside was demolished to make a roaring sound. Zhou Yan suspected for a moment that she did not hear clearly. "I went on to write and put my everlasting love for you at the end of the poem. You are the only thing I want to know." The song of the cicada followed the tear, and Liang Jingyi smiled at him: "this man's Sing is so beautiful." 

Who knows, a few years later, listening to Jay Chou's songs has become a nostalgic thing. Liang Jingyi heard, she just didn't want to wake up. In 2006, Yan cobbled together with his income and finally scraped together enough money to pursue further studies. The theft of something from the studio was also found out, but it was the work of another person. Zhou Yan went to Guangzhou, where litchi is full of litchi, sugar shops and duck rice can be seen everywhere, and Liang Jingyi also ushered in the third year of high school when thousands of troops crossed the single-log bridge. The third year of senior high school is so depressed that there are endless examination papers and endless memorization of human history. For a long time, as soon as the milky white curtain hung in the sky, Liang Jingyi was already reciting while running on the training ground. At this time, Liang Jingyi especially misses Zhou Yan and misses Zhou Yan, who is more serious than anyone else in his lazy appearance. In the evening, Liang Jingyi heard "Qilixiang" again with her Walkman, and she decided to go to him on Zhou Yan's birthday. There is always an endless waste of solitary courage when you are young, and no one can tell the difference between right and wrong, just depends on whether you want to do it or not. Liang Jingyi bought a train ticket to Guangzhou and stepped on the green train at the weekend. Although Nancheng is close to Guangzhou, the bumps along the way made Liang Jingyi want to vomit. After getting off the train, Liang Jingyi plucked up the courage to call Zhou Yan, and soon there came a hoarse voice: "Hello?" "Zhou Yan. I came to Guangzhou to visit my relatives at the weekend, by the way. Let's take a look at you. " Liang Jingyi almost bit her tongue. There was a slight laugh on the phone, and he did not comment on the remark. Fortunately, Zhou Yan did not expose her. There was a sound from the receiver, and he said, "where is it?" I came to pick you up. " It was late autumn, and Zhou Yan put on a thin gray sweater and ran to her. Liang Jingyi saw him through the crowd at a glance, standing tall and eye-catching. When Zhou Yan walked in front of her, she found that he often stayed up late, had green fundus, and washed a cold face to see her, with drops of water hanging from his black hair. "do you have a place to live?" Zhou Yan raised eyebrows. Liang Jingyi replied, "Yes, I ordered it in advance." Zhou Yan scratched his chin and raised the corners of his mouth: "it's not too stupid." Zhou Yan took the luggage in her hand and strode forward. Liang Jingyi looked at the tall figure in front of her for a while before she took a step. It's just that Liang Jingyi's happy mood didn't last long, and a basin of cold water turned his head down. There was not only Zhou Yan who came to pick him up, but also a girl who smelled a pungent fragrance far away from Liang Jingyi. Zhou Yan briefly introduced: "This is from the same studio, I must come to see you." 

"Hello, my name is Cao Qiuhan." Cao Qiuhan approached Zhou Yan and pretended to be intimate. "when I heard A Yan say that a sister was coming, I came to see him." Liang Jingyi nodded without expression, but he didn't feel it in his heart. Zhou Yan and Cao Qiuhan accompanied Liang Jingyi to the hotel and planned to go back to the studio. Zhou Yan told her, "remember to call me if you need anything. These two days are just right for the school exam. After the exam, I'll show you around." Liang Jingyi was folding clothes. After listening to the answer, he looked up and saw Cao Qiuhan holding Zhou Yan's arm to urge: "We should go back, by the teacher."If you catch us, you'll be screwed. " Zhou Yan answered lazily but did not push her away. 07 Liang Jingyi is a person with high self-esteem. For a moment, she wanted to stop Zhou Yan and ask him clearly, why bother? Is it necessary to turn her down in such a hurtful way? The next morning, Liang Jingyi was thinking about what kind of birthday present to buy for Zhou Yan. She said to herself: for the last time, I will go after seeing her off, and I will never let this loving heart suffer so much again. Liang Jingyi changed her clothes and wandered around. The streets of Guangzhou are very interesting. The aunt who sells magnolia calls the little girl to buy flowers in Cantonese, while the stalls making sugar people come with bursts of fragrance. She went into a tea restaurant and ordered Boat Tsai porridge and crystal shrimp dumplings, and ate authentic Hong Kong-style morning tea. After eating, she was attracted by the shouting outside. Afternoon, Liang Jingyi ran to Zhou Yan, panting. When Zhou Yan sneaked out, a group of people was resting near the school examination site. Liang Jingyi was covered with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She gave a set of paintbrushes to Zhou Yan with bright eyes: "Happy Birthday." It's a set of commemorative Michelangelo brushes. Zhou Yan put his hands in his trouser pocket and his eyes grew colder and colder: "I can drink milk, but I won't accept it if it's too expensive." At this time, Cao Shihan slipped out, wearing a camel coat and socks, showing slender calves and a hint of hostility: "A Yan likes Gauguin. I remember I gave him a set of limited edition brushes before." 

Zhou Yan turned around and glanced at Cao Shihan, who immediately became silent. Liang Jingyi's blood was flowing backward. It turned out that he liked Gauguin, and someone had already given similar and more desirable gifts in advance. What is she doing? Zhou Yan has politely rejected her many times. "I have no intention of getting back what I gave away." Liang Jingyi said softly. She turned around handsomely, and the Power Girl played a role at the moment, throwing the paintbrush face she had worn into the dustbin without expression. Liang Jingyi seems to have heard something broken. But the next second, Liang Jingyi slowly squatted down and curled up because of the severe pain in his stomach. Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to fall into a hot embrace. When Liang Jingyi woke up, there was no one around him, and he had no intention of thinking about who brought her to the hospital. Because the doctor kept saying, "how can the little girl be so stupid when she knows she has stomach trouble and eats so much spicy food in one breath?". Fortunately, it was delivered in time. " That set of paintbrushes was won by Liang Jingyi in a tasting contest. The owner was probably from Bashu. The competition was held on the first day of the restaurant's opening. The prize was a set of paintbrushes. Liang Jingyi ate half of the obvious feeling of stomach discomfort, or desperately to eat. Because she wants to give her best wishes to the person she likes, and now everything looks stupid. Liang Jingyi nodded obediently: "Yes, not anymore." After hoisting the last bottle of water, Liang Jingyi went back to pack up his things and caught the last train overnight. She walked quietly as if she had never been to the city. 08 Zhou Yan went back to school at the end of December, and that day happened to usher in a 100-day teachers' meeting. The school held a very grand meeting. Liang Jingyi looked over the team to Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan seems to have become something different, the body is vaguely shrouded in a stream of depression, but the surface still smiles lightly. 

Zhou Yan, dressed in a blue-and-white school uniform, unzipped to reveal his lapel sweater, stood at the back. The headteacher saw and reprimanded him in a low voice and asked him to put on his clothes quickly. Zhou Yan then unhurriedly zipped up the zipper, and Shuan er looked at Liang Jingyi's line of sight, and his expression was slightly stiff and moved away in a twinkling of an eye. After Zhou Yan came back, Liang Jingyi's originally calm heart became unstable. When she came back from eating out that day, she happened to meet a girl who stopped Zhou Yan to talk. The girl flushed and said, "Zhou Yan, being in the same class with you for so long, has been …" I've been trying to find you as a friend, but my grades are pretty good. I can make up for your culture class. " Look, how pure I was when I was a student, expressing my love under the guise of tutoring. Zhou Yan wanted to refuse the words have not yet been spoken, which happened to Liang Jingyi's eyes, he pulled the corners of his mouth: "good." The girl ran away with a happy look on her face. Jiangliu hugged Zhou Yan by the shoulder and kept sighing: "Gee, Brother Yan is merciful everywhere." "screw you." Zhou Yan smiled low, and when he turned to capture the Hercules girl, he could not see her. At this point, the girl in the class next door often came to give Zhou Yan a lecture. Liang Jingyi is still sitting in front of Zhou Yan, and occasionally when she is doing math papers, she will hear the jokes of the two. "what are you looking at? are you listening or not?" The voice of the girl complaining sounds like coquettish anger. "I'm listening." His voice is light. Liang Jingyi solved the problem one stroke at a time, tears fell unconsciously and swam into the black handwriting above. Secret love is too hard, we must find someone who likes her in the future. The college entrance examination came unconsciously, the rainy season came as promised, and Nancheng was soaked in a stream of moisture. Liang Jingyi took every exam seriously and walked out of the examination room with a calm look on her face. It was after she scored in the college entrance examination that she happened to know that Zhou Yan was going to move. Before Zhou Yan left, she knocked on her door. Liang Jingyi opened the door. For a time, the two were relatively speechless. Zhou Yan rubbed her hair vigorously, and her dark eyes smiled: "the hair is long." "I'm leaving." He habitually bent the corners of his mouth. Liang Jingyi cleared his throat and said, "long live friendship, Zhou Yan."

 Zhou Yan was silent for a moment and nodded: "long live friendship." Then he turned and left. Liang Jingyi lay on the bed and closed her eyes at the sound of the truck starting downstairs. She is finally about to bid farewell to this fruitless secret love. More than 09 years later, Liang Jingyi has become a professional badminton player. She works hard on the field, participates in various competitions, and wins championships. In a large-scale winter sports meeting, Liang Jingyi won first place in the women's competition. After a good reporter asked her how she felt after the game, the topic directly focused on her personal feelings: "is contestant Liang still single?" Liang Jingyi was stunned for a moment: "single." "does that have a good impression on the teammates around you?" Maybe the atmosphere was very good that day. Liang Jingyi smiled at the camera and let go: "I had a secret crush on a boy, but unfortunately, at that time, I was stubborn and sensitive, and I had strong self-esteem on both sides. I didn't like a person very much. I didn't think from each other's point of view, and it was earth-shaking at the slightest move. " It was only later that Liang Jingyi was reunited with Cao Hanqiu that he found out. Zhou Yan has a certain consideration for her euphemism to refuse her love. He brought Cao Hanqiu to him that day, just to make Liang Jingyi want to give up. At his poor age, love can't hold up anything. 

Who knows Liang Jingyi stubbornly ate that day led to stomach problems, Zhou Yan sent her to the nearest hospital and then returned to the examination room, she was already late. Being late means that the exam is not counted as a score, but Zhou Yan still insists on finishing the exam. After Zhou Yan came back, he kept the matter watertight, just so that Liang Jingyi could take the college entrance examination with peace of mind. Fortunately, he still had scores in the joint entrance examination. although he could only apply for universities in the province, he also made full efforts to take remedial culture classes in the following 100 days. Liang Jingyi suddenly burst into tears when she knew this. It turned out that her love was no big deal. Who knows, Liang Jingyi just finished the interview during the day and attended the victory banquet in the evening when he met the person who thought about it day and night. The sponsor introduced to them: "This is Xiao Zhou, the painting level is very high, especially found to design promotional posters for you." At this time, Zhou Yan, dressed in an ironed suit and black trousers, lost his loose energy and was replaced by stability. Zhou Yan shook hands with everyone one by one, and when it was Liang Jingyi's turn, his palms were hot and his voice was dumb: "Hello." "Hello." Liang Jingyi heard his heartbeat again. At the dinner table, teammates said with a smile: "Open wine to let Jing Yi come, she is a famous Hercules." Liang Jingyi smiled sheepishly. Zhou Yan loosened his cuffs and said in a cold voice, "I'll do it." After END dinner, a group of people was clamoring for a transfer to KTV, Liang Jingyi, who couldn't stand their troubles. Half of them went up and howled, while the other part played games at the bottom. In a very tacky king's game, Liang Jingyi was unlucky and lost the first one. She chose the truth, and Jay Chou's "Qi Li Xiang" was being released at this time. I don't know who asked cheaply: "what was the nastiest love letter I ever wrote when I was young?" Liang Jingyi smiled generously and said, "coincidentally, I really wrote it, but I just didn't give it away." 

She turned her eyes to Zhou Yan and looked at his cold eyebrows and eyes as if he had returned to his youth. "you say this, it feels like summer," she turned her eyes to Zhou Yan and looked at his cold eyebrows and eyes as if she were young. At that time on the rooftop, Zhou Yan wore a black T-shirt and painted it in the corner as if he had no bones. She sat looking at him secretly and unconsciously wrote the love letter. Now, Liang Jingyi sincerely repeated: "I do not know how to describe my love, perhaps in your opinion is just a dull stroke, and I like you." Remember the side face when you hold up your chin when you paint, remember that you like to wear black clothes, like quiet places, smile brightly, also remember the fact that you don't like me, your eyes look at me indifferently. You will pick up that bag of milk in your mouth just because it is sweet. "but I still want to be scenery in your eyes, even if it is inconspicuous; I want to be plain boiled water that you will remember at any time after playing basketball. I want to be a black ring on your wrist and your mark. Do not expect to talk and joke together, recall their interesting things, just hope to sit side by side, quietly part of your half of the quiet time. At that time, the wind blew the cicadas on the treetops. I wish I could be by your side. "