Chapter 5 Fireworks Burn and Fall
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
——Rabindranath Tagore
1
Soon, the college entrance examination results came out, and everyone was admitted to university with different thoughts.
Luo Weiwei and Xu Jiarong were admitted to University A in City A, while Qing Nuan and Song Yang were admitted to University B in City A.
During the summer vacation, Song Yang compensated Qing Nuan with a new mobile phone as promised.
Qing Nuan refused in vain. Song Yang kept saying that if she didn't accept the phone, he would throw it away or smash it immediately, and then label Qing Nuan a prodigal.
Qing Nuan was speechless.
Qing Nuan comes from an average family and used to use obsolete cell phones. To save money, she didn't even subscribe to data and never went online. To her, a cell phone was just a communication tool for making calls and sending text messages.
Qing Nuan recognized the mobile phone that Song Yang gave her this time. It was the latest model. The phone itself had various functions. The product had just been launched on the market and many people were thinking about buying it. Yet Song Yang gave it to her.
She knew that this mobile phone was very popular and the market price was at least 5,000 yuan. Perhaps this amount of money was insignificant to children from wealthy families like Song Yang and Xu Jiarong, but it was something that Qing Nuan could not throw away, let alone smash.
Qing Nuan reluctantly accepted Song Yang's gift: "After all, it is very valuable, just consider it as something I owe you."
Seeing Qing Nuan accept it, Song Yang was naturally very happy: "That's right, you're going to college soon, you should have a decent mobile phone, try it now!"
"Okay, then teach me how to use it." Qing Nuan nodded.
Song Yang began to teach Qing Nuan how to operate.
After roughly understanding it, Song Yang asked again: "By the way, don't you have a QQ number?"
"QQ?" Qing Nuan was stunned for a moment, her expression a little sad. "I have, it was Cheng Ge who helped me to open it when I was in the first year of high school. It seems that there are not many people in it. I only added Cheng Ge as a friend... I just played it casually at that time, and I didn't know anything. Later, Cheng Ge didn't play with me again, and I never played that thing again."
Song Yang said "Oh", roughly understood, and said with a smile: "In this case, your account is scrapped, right?"
"Maybe."
Qing Nuan thought back to the time she spent with Cheng Ge and felt a little regretful.
"It's okay." Song Yang took out a note with a smile, "I've prepared it!"
Qing Nuan took the note, which only had two lines of numbers with no regular pattern. She asked, "What is this?"
"I applied for a QQ number for you." Song Yang said as if he was presenting a treasure. "I have added some friends for you in advance, such as me, Xu Jiarong, and a few classmates in your class who you get along well with. I have added them all for you. You can use this from now on. You can change the password later so that we can keep in touch when there is something."
Qing Nuan nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Later, Qing Nuan replaced the old number that she had only used once in her memory with a new number.
She simply thought that the old number she had used had long been unavailable, and she had never paid attention to this type of communication software.
Little did she know that Cheng Ge had taken great pains, even risking his life during an earthquake, just to type out a line of carefully crafted words for her and then successfully press the send button.
She finally changed her number.
She finally missed Cheng Ge.
As Tagore said: If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
Not only did Qingnuan change her number, but Cheng Ge's previous mobile phone number also became completely invalid. Qingnuan couldn't contact Cheng Ge and could only look for him slowly .
The two people who were once so obsessed with each other finally lost contact without even a word and a goodbye.
Qing Nuan still missed Cheng Ge, but gradually got used to the boring life when Cheng Ge was not around.
Compared to high school, life in college is much more relaxed.
Xu Jiarong went to A University and no longer chattered around Qing Nuan and Song Yang. Qing Nuan was a little uncomfortable with this.
In fact, Qing Nuan could see that Song Yang was a little uncomfortable with being separated from Xu Jiarong. He would sigh from time to time: "If only Rongrong were here, we could still play Landlord together."
Or he would occasionally complain: "It would be great if Rongrong was here, I could ask her to play dungeons with me, she's really good at games !"
Or he would mutter to himself, "How did Rongrong get into University A? Now no one will help me wash my jersey, I have to do it myself..."
Qing Nuan understood, and that was right. The two had been playing together since elementary school and had long been accustomed to treating each other as each other's shadows. It was inevitable that they would feel uncomfortable when they were separated.
But Song Yang would never admit it to Xu Jiarong.
Every time they talked on the phone, Xu Jiarong would ask, "Boy, are you used to it without your sister protecting you?"
Song Yang lied without blushing or beating his heart: "I wish you would go away sooner. Now I am free and easy."
Qing Nuan just shook her head as she watched.
Later, Qing Nuan called Xu Jiarong and reported to her that Song Yang secretly complained about Xu Jiarong's absence every time.
Then Qing Nuan heard Xu Jiarong laughing on the phone, and kept asking, "Really? Is he really not used to me not being around?"
Qing Nuan naturally followed Xu Jiarong's thoughts and continued, "It's true. I keep saying that I don't have you to protect me when I play games, no one to wash my jerseys when I play basketball, and I can't play Landlord without you."
Xu Jiarong smiled even sweeter, but she still said hard, "Okay, I just need to let him know how uncomfortable he is without me, and make him reflect on how much he went too far when he bullied me in the past!"
Qing Nuan said "yes, yes, yes" repeatedly.
It seems that life is still happy.
But Qing Nuan knew that there was still one person missing by her side, and that was her Cheng Ge.
Cheng Ge is not in B University.
Qing Nuan asked almost all the freshmen in the school, but there was no such name as "Cheng Ge".
Although she expected this result, Qing Nuan still felt a little discouraged. She was like a lemon, shiny on the outside but sour on the inside.
A few more months passed.
Several universities in City A jointly organized an outdoor practice activity. Qing Nuan and Song Yang met Xu Jiarong from City A at the event.
Like Qing Nuan, Xu Jiarong is a student in the Design Department. The two of them chatted and laughed together, while students from different schools passed by them.
With freshmen from so many universities gathered together, it was quite bustling.
Suddenly, Qing Nuan stopped talking with Xu Jiarong, stared straight at a figure in the crowd , and stood up suddenly.
After not seeing each other for three years, Qing Nuan's heart was struck by that figure in just a casual glance.
He had grown taller and had a slender figure. He was wearing a very casual yet handsome shirt and jeans, and he flashed past her sight.
But the crowds were mixed together, and in an instant, Qing Nuan couldn't find him again.
"What's wrong?" Xu Jiarong asked curiously.
"It's Cheng Ge!" Qing Nuan shouted excitedly , her voice trembling. She raised her hand and pointed in a direction, "I just saw Cheng Ge there!"
Xu Jiarong looked in the direction Qing Nuan pointed and frowned: "Where? That's the gathering place of our school."
"A University!" Qing Nuan clenched his fists and looked at Xu Jiarong with a burning gaze, his eyes full of expectation, even begging, "Rongrong, he is in your school! He is in A University! I asked around at B University, and there is no such person as Cheng Ge in the freshman year. I just saw him, he is there! He must be in your school! Can you help me find out when you return to school?"
Xu Jiarong saw Qing Nuan's reaction, feeling sad and helpless , and could only agree: "Okay, I will definitely help you find out, you wait for my news."
Xu Jiarong naturally knew Qing Nuan’s obsession with Cheng Ge, but how could she not know that Song Yang cared about Qing Nuan?
As for herself, she was afraid that she would never be able to express her feelings for Song Yang in this lifetime.
What a mess.
She silently mourned for Song Yang.
She also secretly mourned for herself.
