When I completed nine years of compulsory education and three years of high school, and was admitted to University A with my best friend Ye Bihan, I was extremely excited. All these beautiful fantasies had been replayed in my mind many times, and finally became a reality.
Our story begins in this midsummer. It begins quietly, accompanied by the rising sun, the gentle breeze along the river, and the chirping of cicadas in the summer night.
Throughout the summer vacation, Ye Bihan and I were doing something to cleanse our souls - volunteering in an orphanage. Don't underestimate those children because they are innocent and harmless. They are very good at playing pranks on people. But later I realized that it is easiest and most relaxing to get along with children.
When my cell phone started to buzz, I didn't want to answer it. I waved my cell phone at Ye Bihan in the next classroom, and she gave me a sympathetic look. My mother's loud speaker was like an alarm clock on my cell phone, ringing at regular intervals.
Before he even shouted "Hello", the voice from the other side had already shaken the whole valley.
"Qingtong! When will you be back? The meal will be ready soon. Don't dawdle. Don't rush to catch the bus at noon. There will be a lot of people there. It's time to get off work too. The meal will be cold by the time you get back. It's better to leave now while there aren't many people around and the food will be cold..."
Wow, wow, the sound over there is like the endless flow of a river. I can only move the phone away from my ear, further away... and further away...
"Okay, okay, I get it!"
Just when I was about to hang up, Ye Bihan snatched my phone away and hung up. She looked ready to die: "It's a mess, it's time to cut it off!"
I nodded vigorously, expressing my deep agreement.
Ye Bihan, who I have described as a "fatal beauty" since kindergarten, has made such decisive and heroic decisions for me many times. She is an indispensable steering wheel in my life.
"Teacher Cheng, are you leaving again?"
I lowered my head and saw the second baby from the orphanage hugging my thighs tightly, his big watery eyes seemed to be dripping with tears. I couldn't stop when I saw it and just wanted to give him a kiss on his little face that was as white as a peeled egg.
"Teacher Cheng will be here tomorrow. You must listen to the dean!"
When the children saw that Erbao’s action was so effective and attracted such care and love from the teacher, they all climbed on Ye Bihan’s and my legs. In an instant, we couldn’t move.
"Ah...let go of my thighs...I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid being scolded again when I go home today."
Dean Li happened to pass by here, and he took the koalas off Ye Bihan and me one by one: "I'm sorry, Qingtong, these children are too naughty, you can't spoil them too much."
"Children are all like this. It doesn't matter."
When Ye Bihan and I were waiting for the bus, I deliberately looked at her twice and found that God was really unfair.
I said, "Xiao Han, we are both in the sun every day, why are you still so fair, but I am tanned like Bao Zheng!"
Ye Bihan: "Oh, you are thinking about this question. This is the scientific explanation. Black absorbs heat easily. You are darker than me, so you absorb heat easily. Then the darker you are, the easier it is to absorb heat, so you will become darker, and then..."
I swear, I really didn’t hear what Ye Bihan said afterwards. My attention was probably all focused on the boy behind Ye Bihan.
The white T-shirt is simple and has no patterns, but it doesn't feel monotonous. Under the round neckline, the clavicle outlines a perfect line. Then, I slowly moved my eyes upwards and saw those deep eyes, almost motionlessly staring at a point, seemingly in a daze, but so bright. It was as if something in front of him attracted him, and he was yearning for that direction infinitely, without blinking. I have never seen eyes that are so black and bright, as bright as stars. From childhood to adulthood, the most beautiful person I have ever seen is Ye Bihan, and this person must be more beautiful than ten Ye Bihans!
Ye Bihan: "Cheng Qingtong! What are you daydreaming about?" She finally looked in the direction of my shining eyes and saw this brilliant young man.
Ye Bihan rolled her eyes and whispered in my ear: "I thought you saw something. You didn't even tell me that there was a handsome guy looking at you!"
Only then did I wake up from my dream: "Xiao Han! We have been together for so many years, and there is nothing to say about our relationship. You have a lot of handsome guys around you, so you don't need this one. It's okay for you to say this to me!" My posture at that time, in Ye Bihan's words, was "like a shrew", with my hands on my hips, looking aggressive.
The bus slowly drove over, and I still caught up with the noon rush hour. My wife, Zhang Wanqiu, would definitely keep nagging me all afternoon. Thinking of this, I wished that this bus would just keep going forever and never stop.
As soon as the young man in white stepped onto the bus, I followed closely behind him. There were so many people that it was like being squeezed in a can of sardines, except that our can was made of people. Everywhere I looked, there were heads. I didn't know where Ye Bihan was squeezed to. I just felt that everything around me was sticky and full of people. Only the person in front of me was clean and refreshed, with earplugs in his ears, looking like a hermit who was untainted by the mud.
Finally got on the bus!
I was just about to take out the change I had prepared in advance from my wallet, but I found that my pockets were already empty. I was shocked and thought that someone must have stolen it when I was squeezing in.
The weather was very hot, and there were many people waiting in line behind me to get on. I stood there, pinching my trouser pockets and turning around. The aunt behind me kept urging me: "Little girl, you are just taking a bus, you can't evade the fare!"
I cursed in my heart, why are all the aunties in the world so vicious, they are all the same as my mother! I was a model student who squeezed into the bus every day to do volunteer work, but now I have fallen to such a state!
"Driver, let me put the coin in for her and let her get in."
I stared blankly at the young man in front of me, my eyes shining and my heart filled with gratitude. In the noisy environment, I could only hear my heart beating non-stop. It must be God guiding us to meet and get to know each other.
But the boy didn't even look at me, except for helping me put in two yuan in coins, and just walked straight ahead. I squeezed in with him, wanting to say thank you to him from the bottom of my heart.
He must be a cool breeze in this summer, blowing just for me. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel my face getting hot.
He finally stopped near the door, still wearing his headphones, and looked out through the window on the car door.
I squeezed behind him and patted his back: "Hello!"
He turned around, took off his headphones, and had a suspicious expression on his face that said "Who are you?"
I could only continue to introduce myself: "Thank you for helping me put in the coins just now. My wallet must have been squeezed out when I got on the bus. There are really too many people here, and it's rush hour at noon..." At this point, I suddenly felt that I had inherited some of Ms. Zhang Wanqiu's characteristics, so I immediately shut my mouth consciously.
"You're welcome."
The three cold words "You're welcome" left me speechless.
I was speechless but had to continue: "Can you tell me your phone number? I'll help you top up your phone bill later. Don't worry, I'm not a liar."
"No thanks." He put the headphones back on.
Three cold words again: "No need."
In an instant, the temperature inside the car dropped below zero degrees Celsius.
"Qingtong!"
After hearing Ye Bihan's call, I could only put down the handsome boy and follow her. Ye Bihan waved at me in surprise from behind, probably because she found a seat.
Ye Bihan could hardly suppress the joy on her face: "I am so lucky today. There is an empty seat on the bus. I looked for you for a long time but couldn't see you. Later, I saw the boy in white clothes and found you. You are too proactive."
I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Sister, my wallet was stolen. I don't even have two dollars for bus fare. It was the boy in white who gave me the coin. Of course I have to go find him and thank him in person."
Ye Bihan had an expression of disbelief on her face: "And then what?"
"How about it? Do you feel that God is guiding us to meet each other?"
Ye Bihan smiled and continued quickly, "Don't think too much. I just think that all thieves these days are crazy. They are so hungry that they don't care about what they eat. They don't even look at your poor appearance. He must be the one crying after stealing your wallet."
I shook my head repeatedly and had to praise her current verbal attack power: "Xiao Han, you have become bad, your mouth is getting more and more poisonous, you don't care about the conversation between me and the handsome guy, but you are very concerned about my wallet being stolen."
Ye Bihan crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair: "Okay, let's get to the point. Why did he invest money for you?"
I quickly recalled the scene just now, thinking: "Is it possible that he actually stole the wallet? He just wanted to get to know me, so he wrote and directed this little sitcom, and then pretended to be arrogant, playing hard to get, and thus captured the heart of the beautiful girl Cheng Qingtong!"
After thinking about this scene in my mind, I was so excited that I turned my head to get Ye Bihan's response, but this person was also looking out the window and completely ignored me.
Ye Bihan patted my back and said gently, "It's time to take your medicine. Be good, take the medicine and go to bed."
Later facts proved that this was indeed a meeting arranged by God, and I invested 100% of my emotions in this scene, and I have never regretted it. In this scene, he taught me love, but in the end he did not give me love. But I am still grateful that he appeared in my life; I am grateful that he appeared with me under the bus stop that midsummer, providing a shade for my youth.
Finally, it’s time for freshmen to register. For those of us who have been bound by our parents for more than ten years, what we yearn for most is the freedom of university life and the handsome guys in college.
Ye Bihan doesn't seem to be very interested in handsome guys. From childhood to adulthood, her girlish heart has long been worn away by these successive suitors, so for her, there is no particular difference between college and high school.
On the day of registration, she wore a green chiffon skirt that reached her knees, neither too long nor too short, just the right length. Her long curly hair flowed on her thin back like seaweed, her eyelashes were slightly curled, thick and long, and her lively eyes seemed to be able to speak. Even I stared at her for a long time. I didn't understand why so many people liked her before, but now I finally understand.
In the student era when good study, long hair, nail polish and earrings were considered beautiful, not many people paid attention to who had thick eyelashes or long legs. Few people noticed that Ye Bihan had quietly transformed into a beauty. Only those who had feelings sprouted in advance would notice that Ye Bihan was a beauty. And I happened to be the one whose feelings had never sprouted.
That day I was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white T-shirt. Yes, that's right, I bought the white T-shirt because of the white-shirted boys. But I just simply thought that wearing white - looks good!
As soon as I got off the school bus, I saw a person holding a sign that said "School of Arts". Ye Bihan and I ran towards him together.
The boy said very friendly: "Hello, are you from the Faculty of Arts?"
We both said in unison: "Yes!"
He smiled happily at us and said, "I'm the senior who's in charge of picking you up. Follow me to check in first." He looked at our suitcases awkwardly, and I immediately understood, "Oh, senior, just help her carry it. I've been carrying it for her all the way."
The senior student said politely, "Can you do that? If not, I'll come over later and help you carry it."
Ye Bihan also said politely: "It's okay, I'll just help her."
After hearing Ye Bihan's voice, the senior student deliberately looked at her, and then I noticed that his face had turned red.
Oh my God, Ye Bihan, you are simply a monster.
I could only walk between them to prevent this person from getting more poisoned. If you want to pursue me, Ye Bihan must first pass me. Although you are a good person, you are too ugly.
That senior probably cursed me a thousand times along the way, blocked his view and hindered his relationship, and attacked him with his eyes many times, so he had no choice but to back off.
Ye Bihan, on the other hand, walked alone in a cool and comfortable manner, not noticing the fighting between me and my senior at all.
There was a row of tables in front of Teaching Building No. 1. I later found out that people sitting inside were from the Student Union. They were waiting for the new students to report, handle the formalities, and provide reception.
Such a lively and noisy scene made my little heart excited again, and Ye Bihan's eyes standing next to me seemed to be brighter.
And the college life I had been looking forward to began.
Freshman military training is always the first lesson after entering school. When I was at home, I looked forward to it many times, always thinking it would be a very interesting training. After the meeting notified the time of military training, camouflage uniforms were issued to everyone. For this kind of clothes that every class of students will wear once, everyone seems to attach great importance to it. Girls hope that they will look better in it than others, while boys want to find the real pearl through this method, that is, those who can wear such ugly and bulky camouflage uniforms beautifully are naturally beautiful women.
"Xiao Han? Are you okay? If we don't leave now we're going to be late, and we better not get scolded by the instructor on the first day!"
Classmate Ye Bihan stood in front of the mirror half an hour ago and began to tidy up her appearance. She waited so long that the flowers were about to wither, but she didn't feel the time ticking at all.
"Okay, okay, it will be ready soon."
When I heard her say that she would be ready soon, I jumped down from the upper bunk. Suddenly, Ye’s face appeared in front of me. I was startled and took two steps back.
Ye Bihan exclaimed: "What's wrong? Do I look scary in my makeup?"
I stared at her carefully and said, "Did you put on makeup? I can't tell! Is this the result?"
Ye Bihan: "What do you know? The highest level of makeup is to look like you're not wearing any makeup at all."
I was still confused when the girl shook her hair and walked away.
The road was lined with lush sycamore trees, which provided a large area of ​​shade and cast mottled shadows on the ground. On the way to the military training ground, all the students were freshmen, wearing camouflage uniforms. Since all the clothes were the same, the only thing to look at was the face. This was an era where faces were important from the beginning, and my Ye Bihan's face had attracted many people's attention along the way. Many boys looked in our direction and then pretended to turn their faces away.
I responded to such childish tricks with a roll of my eyes, and I pushed back every glance.
However, it is impossible to guard against it, and my pair of eyes are no match for thousands of troops.
Student A: "Classmate, let me help you hold the stool. It's tiring to hold it all the time." Then he reached out to grab Ye Bihan's stool. Ye Bihan was a little overwhelmed by this sudden move. She held the stool tightly with fear in her eyes: "No need, I can hold it myself. It's okay... It's okay..."
This is clearly hooliganism on the street, and in front of me.
I pushed the boy in the chest. He probably didn't expect me to attack him, so he staggered back several steps, but kept muttering to himself: "It's okay, it's okay..."
"Who apologized to you? Where did you come from? Do you know her? You came up and snatched her things. What does this have to do with you? Get out of here! I'd better not let me see you again. If there is a next time, it will definitely not be as simple as a slap in the face!"
The boy pointed at me with an aggrieved look on his face, probably thinking, I didn't take anything from you, why are you meddling in my business?
"Get out!" Hedong roared like a lion, and the boy ran away completely.
Ye Bihan: "You are great, your skills have improved. Can I hire you as a bodyguard in the future?"
I smiled smugly at her and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
I straightened my hair and clothes, and then I felt that there seemed to be more eyes in front of me. These eyes seemed to say:
"This woman is too barbaric."
"We're not looking for her, why is she so excited?"
"It must be jealousy. Aren't all girls like this..."
Ye Bihan looked at her watch and exclaimed, "Oh no! It's only one minute to half past two."
We both ran away immediately and left in a cloud of dust.
But through various stories that followed, I realized that the boy who came to grab the stool today could be considered quite polite.
Because we were late, the instructor made us stand under the wall for half an hour without any shade. It was already very hot, and he forced us to stay in the hot sun without any movement. In the end, I had no choice but to endure it.
I stood in the first position, Ye Bihan stood on my right, and to the right were three girls, and to the right were four boys. About five minutes later, I turned my head to look at Ye Bihan's side and found that the three girls had all been replaced by a boy to the far right, and that boy stood to the right of Ye Bihan, and then used his hand to shade her from the sun.
This is too sensational. Are all college boys so unrestrained?
I looked at the boy, who was smiling like a shy girl. He was not worthy of my Ye Bihan. If there was no one watching, he would have turned into a dog-skin plaster and stuck to Ye Bihan. Ye Bihan could only keep moving towards me. I estimated that if he moved any further, we would be squeezed out of the playground. I glared at him fiercely, but he was nonchalant and didn't even look at me. I could only pull Ye Bihan to my left and stand between them. I stepped on him hard. He screamed hoarsely but didn't dare to shout.
But our movements were secretly seen by the instructors and classmates over there. Everyone was taking a break and laughed at us. Even the instructor couldn't help but pursed his lips. The people in other companies also laughed at us. So, thanks to this boy, we suddenly became famous.
From today on, I will soar on the road to fame.
Of course, the reason why Ye Bihanhong is red is because she is beautiful.
The reason why I became famous is because I am too much like a man.
As for those A, B, C, and D who came one after another, they became a little joke on the forum every day.
Get lunch in the cafeteria at noon.
Camouflage uniforms were still the main force. After a morning of exposure to the sun and intense training, everyone was exhausted and wanted to eat something good. Ye Bihan and I had been exposed to the sun for a whole morning and felt dizzy and couldn't tell east from west. There were many windows in the cafeteria and it was crowded. By the time it was our turn, there was no more hot food.
But at this time, I just want to eat ribs.
Most of the people at this window were boys, and it was packed with people. I pulled Ye Bihan and suddenly had a good idea.
I said, "Xiao Han, if you go cut in line, they will definitely let you buy first!"
Ye Bihan: "Classmate Cheng Qingtong, are you asking me to sell my body? Have you forgotten the gangster I met this morning? Are you trying to push me into the fire pit?"
I smiled sheepishly: "Xiao Hanhan, you are the best. A man dies for his friend, and I live for ribs. But don't worry, I won't let you get entangled with them. You just need to follow me."
Ye Bihan raised his head and howled: "It's all my fault for choosing the wrong friends."
I said, "Come on, you have to rely on me all these days to survive till today."
Then, I took advantage of Ye Bihan's beauty and successfully cut in line to the front and bought my favorite spare ribs.
Sure enough, this is an age where appearance is everything. Even eating a piece of pork ribs depends on appearance.
Finally, it was night and I could have a good rest in bed, but then the phone rang.
Ye Bihan was in the lower bunk, so she answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Ye Bihan?"
"Yes, who are you?"
"Oh, hello, I'm... a classmate from the class next to yours. Are you... free tonight? Let's go out for dinner together."
"Ah? Eating?"
As soon as I heard it, I knew it was another call from Ye Bihan's admirer, so I jumped out of bed, snatched the phone, and answered for her in Ye Bihan's voice: "I'm free, can I bring a friend with me?"
After a little hesitation, the other party said excitedly: "Of course!"
The phone was hung up with a bang, and Ye Bihan began to mutter in a distracted manner: "Qingtong, we really have to go, why did we agree to him! Are you confused today? You want someone to update on Tieba again!"
"How can I get rid of him if you don't agree? Of course I will go and find out about the situation for you and see what he is like! If I think he is reliable, I will let you know!"
Ye Bihan was stunned.
"What? You're going? Don't let anything happen to you if you go alone!"
"Oh, don't worry, nothing can happen to me."
"I'm worried that something might happen to them."
…
After being speechless, I still put on my clothes and went to the place where I had agreed to meet that person. I saw his silhouette from the window. He looked okay and seemed to be gentle and polite, so I decided to go in and meet him.
I pulled a chair and sat in front of him. When he looked up, he saw me. The word "disappointment" was written all over his body from head to toe, and he immediately lost his spirit.
"The Lion Roars ? Why is it you?"
I've long been known as the Hedong Lioness, so it doesn't surprise me when someone calls me that: "Ye Bihan has something to do and can't come. She asked me to tell you not to call her to harass her in the future."
The boy smiled and said, "My name is Yi Dan. I've known for a long time that Ye Bihan is not easy to date, so I was mentally prepared. But I heard that you have always been the one helping her reject people. You two wouldn't..."
I thought this guy looked okay, but I didn't expect him to be so evil. "Yidan? That's a good name. Since you can see the relationship between us, you should give up as soon as possible. I see a lot of little bastards like you every day. Don't call me anymore. Bye."
Yi Dan: "You're just sending me away like this?"
"So what else do you want?"
"Go back and tell Ye Bihan that I won't give up. Tell her to wait for me."
Since the beginning of the school year, I have been acting as Ye Bihan's bodyguard almost every day. I have to keep up with her in terms of both mental and physical strength, and sometimes I also need diplomatic skills. Ye is also growing up healthily under my protection, which makes me feel relieved. But my original intention was not to let the innocent Ye Bihan get hurt, but I didn't expect that we would become celebrities in the school because of this, becoming the topic of conversation before and after meals, and becoming the top post on the school forum. All of this is indeed an unexpected "pleasure".
That afternoon, I was awakened by the loud radio broadcast. I went to the balcony and saw colorful sheds set up everywhere in the square. The scene was bustling and noisy. I had no idea what was going on.
When Ye Bihan saw me looking around, she explained, "The Student Union is recruiting new members. If you are interested, you can go and have a look. Maybe you can join a union and find something interesting to do." Then she handed me an introduction to the various departments of the Student Union. I took it excitedly and read it from beginning to end.
"Arts and Culture Department... No, if someone like me with such uncoordinated limbs tries to dance, it would be better to kill me."
"The study department... is no good either. We study every day, so we can't have fun."
"Youth Volunteer Association... I can't be a volunteer every day."
Ye Bihan walked up to me and looked at the introduction of each department: "Go to the Literature Club. I see that you can write some short articles. This is suitable for you. Maybe you can even publish it in the school magazine."
I suddenly got excited. "That's right. Isn't this literature club tailor-made for me? I might get some articles published and give them to my mom. I'll see if she dares to say that I write nonsense every day."
Ye Bihan: "Come on, look at your lack of ability, just fight with your mother every day, until the end of time."
So I made up my mind and reported to the literature club.
A sophomore girl gave me a form and asked me to fill it out and then go for a simple interview to join. She would give the form to the president to make a record and store it in their files.
The first time I saw the name Mo Xiyi was on this form, which read: Mo Xiyi, President of the Literature Club. His handwriting was elegant and powerful. It is said that one's handwriting can reveal a person's character. I thought that this president must also have an elegant appearance and a neat and tidy manner.
After passing a simple interview, the senior student who interviewed me told me that I would receive a text message before 6pm to join the club, and I would be notified to participate in any activities at that time. Just when I was about to revel in my heart, the senior student from the literature club suddenly stopped me with an embarrassed look on her face: "Excuse me, Cheng Qingtong, our president has something to tell you."
I thought I was so influential that I even managed to alert the president. I felt flattered and followed the direction pointed by the senior student. There was a name tag on the table that read: Mo Xiyi, President of the Literature Club.
I walked straight up to him, smiled, and said with all the politeness I could muster: "Hello, President Mo. I'm Cheng Qingtong, a freshman this year, and I'm here for an interview."
That was the first time I introduced myself to him. He lowered his head, his brows slightly wrinkled, his forehead smooth, his slender fingers holding a Hero fountain pen, the pen tip rustling on the paper, he acted as if no one was around, like a beautiful landscape in this summer.
He finally stopped writing, raised his head, calmed himself down, and looked at me: "Hello, Cheng Qingtong."
Hello, Cheng Qingtong.
Over and over again, echoing in my mind.
These eyes seemed familiar, twinkling like stars in the night sky.
"Cheng Qingtong?"
His voice pulled me back and he continued, "I'm sorry, but you can't join the literature club."
I was immediately stunned: "Boss, why? Why don't you let me join?"
He stood up, lowered his head slightly, and sorted out the clutter on the table: "You are too impetuous and ostentatious in doing things, and you are not suitable for writing work. Sorry, we can't accept you."
"What? Too frivolous? When did I become frivolous? I just came to this school, and you don't know me at all."
"You know your own behavior very well. I don't think I need to say more."
"I..." I was about to continue, but suddenly I remembered that in the past month since the start of school, I didn't have any big fights, but I had a lot of small fights. I fought wits and courage with Ye Bihan's suitors, and I was on the top of the forum in a few days. It seems that I really have nothing to say. But this can't deny a person's love for literature!
"President! President! You can't be so arbitrary. At least take a look at the article I wrote! Read it before making a decision!"
Before I finished speaking, this person walked away with a long face, ignoring me. When I returned to the dormitory, Ye Bihan was lying on the bed reading a book. Seeing that I was depressed and listless, she immediately became interested: "What's wrong? Who could make my daughter behave like this? What's going on? Did you fail the interview?"
She simply spoke out my sorrow. After I told her the whole story, Ye Bihan couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "I'm sorry, it's me who has implicated you."
"Why are you joining in the fun? What does it have to do with you?" I didn't mean to blame her.
"You said that the president was the boy in white that you met on the bus that day?" Ye Bihan smiled foolishly and continued, "It seems that you two are really destined to be together."
"What kind of fate is this? Have you ever seen such a destined person? He doesn't leave any room for leeway when he speaks."
"Qingtong, don't be discouraged. How about this. Since he is unwilling to take the initiative to read your manuscript, you can take the initiative to deliver it to him. I heard that the president of the literature club leaves school every Friday afternoon and will not come back until Sunday afternoon. The day after tomorrow afternoon, you can go to the school gate to block him and give him the manuscript!"
Ye Bihan's eyes were clear and gentle, which made me feel a little better. She was always there for me when I was angry or sad. I didn't say anything, but she would find solutions for me. It seemed to have become a habit. I took out the things I had written in the past from my desk and sorted them out in a folder page by page.
These words have accompanied me through many long dark nights. They have been my most loyal companions. Those years of youth, those darkness and happiness, are all recorded by these words. Good or bad, happy or sad, they are all the most important part of life.
Ye Bihan: "Qingtong, I know the importance of these words, and I also know your little dream. You have to work hard to succeed."
I smiled at her and nodded.
Many people think that Ye Bihan is a good person, but few people can truly understand her goodness. I am very fortunate that I have always had such a good friend from beginning to end.
Sunday afternoon.
I was waiting at the school gate at about 3 o'clock. After waiting for more than an hour, I saw a tall and thin figure getting off the bus opposite and heading straight to the campus. When he walked past me, I saw his frown. I hesitated for a moment, and then I chased him after he walked to the small fountain at the school gate.
"Senior Mo!"
He probably didn't expect someone to call him at this time, so he turned around and looked around for someone. Then I rushed up to him.
I was panting, and he looked at me in surprise. After calming down for a moment, I handed him the folder in my hand: "Senior Mo, these are some of the manuscripts I wrote. Can you take a look? Maybe it will change your opinion of me. In fact, I love literature very much. I have been obsessed with writing since I was a child, and I especially love reading. I will definitely be able to contribute to the literature club..."
His expression began to become impatient: "You are still as noisy as when I first met you. I told you that you are too impetuous and ostentatious, and words are quiet, and only quietness can cultivate them. It is really inappropriate for you to come here."
He said he remembered the first time he saw me. It seemed that he still remembered seeing me on the bus. Although I didn't agree with any of his words at this time, I could only be patient and hope that he would give me a chance: "Senior Mo, maybe I look noisy, but I am not like that in my heart. I am a person with a lot of ideas. Being able to write something is the most important thing, isn't it? Please be sure to read my manuscript. It will definitely not disappoint you!"
Since he kept making excuses, I had no choice but to force the manuscript into his arms. While pushing it, I accidentally hit his face with the clip.
He pushed me away angrily and said, "I told you that you are not suitable. Our literature club does not need people like you. Why do you keep pestering me? Do you know what politeness is? Sorry, I have something else to do. Here is the manuscript for you."
He threw the clip towards me with force, but unfortunately the clip came apart, and the manuscripts scattered all over the floor. Many pages were blown into the small fountain by the wind.
I was startled, looking at the papers flying all over the sky, and my heart full of ambition suddenly lost its air like a deflated ball.
Those flying words were the result of my every effort, and those fairy tales of the years were stories illuminated by youth. However, they were blown by the wind, soaked by water, and more importantly, trampled by people. And I can only use the most humble means to pick them up one by one.
The water in the fountain was icy cold, but I felt nothing.
Mo Xiyi's face was blurry in the distance. I didn't know if there was a trace of guilt on his face. I just felt that I might never want to see him again.
It turns out that he is the selfish and arrogant prince in the legend. He never cares about other people's feelings. He can rub salt into other people's wounds and then walk away easily.
I picked up the manuscripts one by one, took them back to the dormitory, dried them with a hair dryer, and then flattened them with books.
I have never really understood what sadness is, but this time I felt really sad.
Is it because the people in the literature club don’t want to recruit me?
Is it because your manuscript was discarded by others?
Is it because of Mo Xiyi’s sullen and merciless face?
Or was it because of his resolute back as he left?
Maybe both.
I chatted with Ye Bihan in the evening.
I said, "Xiao Han, I think Mo Xiyi is different from when I first met him."
Ye Bihan's voice was soft, as if she was about to fall asleep: "What's the difference?"
I thought about it and replied, "At that time, he was at least kind."
Ye Bihan couldn't help but smile: "Qingtong, you have only met a few times, how can you tell whether he is a good person or a bad person, whether he is pretending to be good or bad, it is wrong to make arbitrary conclusions."
Yes, Ye Bihan is right.
How can we tell whether the good is fake and the bad is fake?