About him I have a crush on

Chapter 6 The Broken Narcissus

Like the falling of a meteor, splendor takes away the outline.

After this moment, the world is just an hourglass of memories.

Like the falling of a meteor, it brilliantly lit up the entire starry sky.

Like your story left in my life, the wound that does not fade.

—— "The Hourglass of Memories"

【one】

The moment Fang Zhiyun walked into the box, his first reaction was to run for the door.Reluctantly, Xiao Tou's hand was too fast, he pulled her over and pushed her onto the chair.

"Take a seat, why are you here so late." Xiao Tou said and turned to the person opposite, "Mr. Cheng, this is the cartoonist recommended by our company, Fang Zhiyun."

But the heroine who was being introduced lowered her head preoccupied, thinking angrily that it would have been better if she had refused more thoroughly.

In fact, when Xiao Tou first talked about this with Fang Zhiyun, she refused.

Xiao Tou is the editor of Fang Zhiyun. He said that an advertising company wants to do a series of cartoon advertisements next year, and wants to cooperate with cartoonists from their company.

"Look, how kind I am to you, I will find you as soon as I hear that there is a chance to make money."

Fang Zhiyun rolled his eyes at him, "I'm a girl manga artist, not an advertisement."

"But there is money to be made." Xiao Tou had an expression of hatred for iron and steel, "Yunyun, have you forgotten our dream?" Yun said: "Be rich."

Fang Zhiyun supported his head and said helplessly, "OK. Be rich."

At the awkward dinner table, Xiao Tou quickly continued: "Zhiyun, this is Mr. Cheng from the advertising company, and he will be in charge of this project next."

Xiao Tou waited for the polite greetings from the two of them, but Fang Zhiyun remained silent. Xiao Tou pinched her under the dining table, and Fang Zhiyun raised his head hesitantly. She looked at the man opposite and shouted with difficulty: "Cheng... Cheng Yumo."

Cheng Yumo was still leaning on the chair, looking a little lazy. He tilted his head slightly, looked at her, and said in a calm tone, "Zhiyun, long time no see."

The person with a familiar tone seemed to be an old classmate whom he hadn't seen for many years, there was no more joy after a long absence from a friend, nor was there any less alienation that should have been due to not seeing each other for many years.

Sure enough, anyone who can sit in his position must be an invulnerable adult.

Fang Zhiyun shook his head, shaking off the endless girlish feelings that had been emerging from his mind just now.

After so many years, he may not remember it.

"If you know each other, it will be easier. There must be no problem in communicating." Xiao Tou said happily.

"En." Cheng Yumo responded, "Let's order first." He handed the menu to Fang Zhiyun, "Come and see."

Fang Zhiyun pushed back, "You've made a decision. The place you chose should be familiar. I'm not picky, so it's fine."

"Really?" Cheng Yumo asked back.

"real."

After so many years outside, I have long been used to eating whatever I have.She couldn't even remember what her favorite food was back then.

"Then let's see what to drink, this blueberry one is not bad." Xiao Tou flipped through the wine list and said.

Fang Zhiyun just wanted to go over to take a look, but Cheng Yumo had already answered for her: "She doesn't drink."

Xiao Tou said, "Fruit beer, just a little alcohol."

Cheng Yumo quickly answered, "She is allergic to alcohol."

"Oh, I don't know yet." Xiao Tou suddenly glanced at Cheng Yumo with interest: "Are you classmates in college?"

"High school classmates."

"I've known you for many years."

"That's right." Cheng Yumo said, "This year will be... exactly ten years."

"Well, it's been ten years." Fang Zhiyun nodded.

Ten years ago, relying on her ability to draw manga, she swaggered around in school as a talented girl, confidently thinking that she could have the best life.

Ten years later, she is indeed still drawing manga, to the point where she can be called a "cartoon artist". In those days, she finally became what everyone called an older unmarried young woman.

So many years have passed, many things have changed, just like you still remember that I am allergic to alcohol, but you will no longer have a little extra emotion about our past.

【two】

The long winter seemed to have really passed. Fang Zhiyun walked into the teaching building and encountered a soft spring breeze, mixed with the breath of new plants.During class time, there was silence in the corridor, and the sunlight fell completely on the ground at the door of the classroom, but this made the sound in the office sensitive and abrupt.

"I've worked so hard to correct your homework, but you still copy? Your parents paid you to come to school just to make you copy your homework?"

Fang Zhiyun walked into the office and saw the boy who was being scolded. He didn't lower his head, but lowered his eyes because he didn't want to look directly at the teacher. He looked lazy and had to deal with it.

She looked at it and suddenly wanted to laugh.

The boy sighed: "We didn't copy much, we just made two articles by ourselves, and then we exchanged ideas together."

"You're still reasonable!" The dean said angrily, "How many papers did I arrange? Eight papers! You only made two papers and you have the nerve to say that? You're plagiarizing with a crowd!"

"us……"

"Call your parents here, I really can't control you! It's fine if you didn't do your homework yesterday, but today you have a chance to make it up, and you still copy it. There is no cure!"

"that……"

Before they had time to argue, the director had already picked up the phone: "Cheng Yumo, when you skipped class last time, your mother promised that nothing would happen again."

"Director Xu, why are you so angry so early in the morning?" Fang Zhiyun walked over, casually picked up a few papers on the table and glanced at them, "Isn't it over after assigning two papers in the future, they don't have to copy them, they will definitely Well done."

"Two papers are not enough, the college entrance examination requires four papers!"

"That's four."

"Four articles are not enough, the college entrance examination..." Director Xu suddenly found himself tricked into a trap of inconsistency, "Fang Zhiyun! Don't think that you are an art student and I can't control you! Let me tell you! As long as You are at school for a day, and you have to listen to me."

"I'm listening to you, four articles."

"you!"

"Pfft." Hearing this, Cheng Yumo couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing laughing!"

A new round of more intense criticism has begun.

Finally, they were able to leave the office when Director Xu was called away by other teachers.As soon as he stepped out of the door, Fang Zhiyun gave Cheng Yumo a hard look: "Why are you laughing, we all won, and I gave her another excuse."

"I can't hold back." Cheng Yumo said with a serious face.

"Okay." The girl said angrily, but with a gentle smile on her face.

That was the first time Cheng Yumo met Fang Zhiyun.

That year, he was a freshman in high school and had just entered this high school. He was annoyed by the strict dean, while Fang Zhiyun was already a senior in high school, and because he was about to graduate, he became more and more unscrupulous.But as soon as Cheng Yumo saw her, he felt that she was his Zixia Fairy. He swore that one day, he would appear in front of her on the colorful auspicious clouds.

【Three】

The campus environment is closed, and everyone has nothing to do, and the most enthusiastic thing is to spread gossip.Soon, the great deeds of Fang Nvxia's "beauty saving the hero" spread in the school, but they became divided on whether Fang Nvxia fell in love with Cheng Yumo or not.After all, in the past three years, many people have chased after Fang Nvxia, and without exception, she didn't even bother to refuse and ignored them.Therefore, the gossip about "who Fang Zhiyun likes" can easily be judged as nonsense.

And our gossip heroine is concentrating on preparing the sketch that will start soon in the studio.

The classrooms on the first floor have floor-to-ceiling windows, and the afternoon sun is too strong, so they are drawn with a layer of gauze curtains.The light was originally dim, but when the door was opened, Fang Zhiyun suddenly heard a booing in the class, she raised her head, her eyes were a little dizzy due to the sudden sunlight.She saw that the teacher did not come in with a plaster statue, but brought a boy.

He stood still at the door, seemingly embarrassed, and the position happened to allow the sun to cast a furry halo on his body.

"Hey, Teacher Chen, are you drawing a human body today?"

"What are you thinking?" Teacher Chen came over and knocked him on the head. "Today, I'm drawing a face. I brought you a live model, a freshman from the first year of high school."

"It's Cheng Yumo." The girl beside him pushed Fang Zhiyun's elbow.

"What?" Fang Zhiyun replied pretending to be bored, but still looked up and followed her gaze.Unexpectedly, when Cheng Yumo and Cheng Yumo just looked at each other, the boy threw a familiar smile at her, Fang Zhiyun was so scared that he quickly lowered his head, what, why did he look familiar.

But today she couldn't escape such sight at all. She was not good at sketching, and Fang Zhiyun's pen spun around the paper several times without knowing how to put it down.

By the time he left the studio, the sky had already been stained with bright red Huoshaoyun.Cheng Yumo helped pack his things, and then followed Fang Zhiyun, and finally left the classroom.

"It's been a hard day today."

"En." Cheng Yumo just responded.

Holding the drawing board, Fang Zhiyun tilted his head to look at the stiff boy beside him: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing..." He didn't move his head when he spoke, and he said awkwardly after a while: "I haven't moved for a long time, I feel a little convulsed."

"Hahaha," Fang Zhiyun laughed loudly, "You are stupid, it doesn't matter if you move."

"Then you found that the angle of the model has changed in the middle of the painting, how can you continue to draw?"

"Imagination, memory." Fang Zhiyun said, "Because everything is subject to change, and the scenery in this world will not stay for a moment for the painter, so we must learn to capture the picture in our minds from the very beginning. Store it, then take it out bit by bit, and draw on the drawing paper.”

"It sounds like a supernatural power." The boy said.

Fang Zhiyun nodded and smiled: "Yes, sometimes I feel like I have a camera in my head. But what I can remember is the small moment I want to draw. If I can really keep all the memories Just stay."

【[-]】

When he reached the teaching building, Cheng Yumo suddenly stopped, "I won't go to the classroom, I won't come out until 06:30."

Fang Zhiyun looked puzzled: "Then where are you going? It's only past four o'clock, and the cafeteria isn't open yet."

"Go straight home."

"Oh," Fang Zhiyun suddenly realized.

In order to be unsafe to leave school too late, day students do not need to take self-study classes. However, teachers usually use self-study classes for their own use. Students are embarrassed to pack up and leave halfway, so they can only listen to the end, so Cheng Yumo simply I can't enter the classroom anymore.

Fang Zhiyun looked at him enviously, "You actually go to school? It's so good, you can go home for dinner every day."

"You live nearby." Cheng Yumo hesitated for a moment, then asked again, "Would you like to bring you something tomorrow?"

"convenient?"

"Of course."

"Is it really convenient? Is it really convenient?" Fang Zhiyun opened his eyes wide, "Don't accept it just because I mentioned it, don't agree because you're embarrassed to refuse, I won't be angry if you refuse me .”

Cheng Yumo laughed because of her: "No, I was going to buy breakfast too, just by the way."

Only then did Fang Zhiyun ask with a smile: "Then which one are you eating tomorrow?"

"Actually, you can see what you like, and it's convenient for me."

"Quickly answer me!" The girl insisted on implementing the major policy of "by the way".

"Okay, it should be omelet rice, the one at the gate of the community over there." Cheng Yumo pointed in a direction towards the school gate.

"It's great." Fang Zhiyun patted Cheng Yumo's shoulder, "I knew your taste must be very good."

"Do you want sweet sauce or hot sauce?"

"Bingo! Then it's such a happy decision." The girl said excitedly.

"Okay. But you have to remember to go to self-study early tomorrow."

"Hmm..." Fang Zhiyun lowered his head in embarrassment, "Okay, I will set an alarm clock."

Sitting in the classroom, Fang Zhiyun straightened his back a little, and he could see the boy who had just walked out of the school.She was turning her pen with her head on her head when she was suddenly pushed slightly by her deskmate Yami.

"Hey, I said Cheng Yumo likes you, I saw you walking over together just now."

"Don't talk nonsense, he is a student, okay?"

"Where is this nonsense?" Yami leaned over and whispered, "I just heard from the junior high school girl that the art teacher asked in their class who would be willing to be a model for the senior high school art candidates in the afternoon. At first, no one was willing. Then Someone asked if Senior Fang Zhiyun was there, and the class started booing, and finally Cheng Yumo was decided. How is he, is he good at drawing?"

"Study hard, why gossip like this." Fang Zhiyun pushed Yami back to his original position.

Although it is common to be liked by others, Fang Zhiyun finds it impossible to be liked by Cheng Yumo.

【Wu】

As the winter goes away, the sunrise gets earlier and earlier. At 06:30, the sky is already bright and transparent.Fang Zhiyun has been escaping early self-study in the name of practice, and it is rare to come here today. I feel that I have let down a good spring.Outside, the trees are reborn and the sun is shining brightly, but in the classroom there are only bursts of individual reading.

At about 07:30, with the sound of knocking on the window, the dull third-year classroom finally had a glimmer of life.The students, who were tired of typos and wrong sentences in their hands, turned their heads and looked at the radiant young man outside.The new student, indeed, is an existence that can be recognized with clear eyes.

Fang Zhiyun happened to be sitting by the window, and when she saw someone coming, she ran out quickly.

He took the hot omelet from Cheng Yumo's hand, "Wait a minute, I'll give you something." Fang Zhiyun pushed open the window, lay down on the window sill and took out a piece of paper from his desk.

"what?"

"Omelet rice anthropomorphic." Fang Zhiyun said and handed over the drawing paper in his hand.

"Can you still draw manga?"

"Comics is my job. Sketches are just for exams." Fang Zhiyun spread his hands, "But the pens are all in the studio, so I just draw them without coloring."

"Then let's draw Xiaolongbao anthropomorphic tomorrow, no need to color."

Hearing this, the girl suddenly became happy: "Will you bring it for me tomorrow?"

"That's right." Cheng Yumo shook the drawing paper in his hand, "When you become popular someday, I can use it to make a fortune."

When Cheng Yumo's breakfast anthropomorphic atlas reached No. 20 four, Fang Zhiyun bid farewell to the students who were still struggling, and started her school exam.

"Which campus did you take the exam?" Cheng Yumo asked.

"The one on Chengshan Road..." Fang Zhiyun thought for a while and said, "Hey, you graduated from the attached high school, right?"

"That's right, Chengshan Road is the most familiar to me. That campus really has the same name as the school, and it's very artistically built."

"It's over, I'm going to get lost again."

"What are you afraid of? It's Saturday. I'll take you there."

"are you free?"

"Have."

"Oh," Fang Zhiyun patted Cheng Yumo happily: "I invite you to dinner after the exam!"

Walking to the gate of the campus where the exam was taking place, Fang Zhiyun was very thankful that he had Cheng Yumo to guide him.The campus, which was already full of small roads, was crowded with students and parents who came to take the exam, and the notice boards posted on the roadside were also submerged in the crowd.

"Follow me." Cheng Yumo pulled Fang Zhiyun all the way through the crowd.

Because of the crowd, they were just pulling their sleeves at first, but later they turned into holding hands tightly. Cheng Yumo was actually more nervous than Fang Zhiyun who was about to take the exam, and he didn't dare to turn his head when he walked all the way.

Soon after walking outside her examination room, Cheng Yumo let go of her hand, only to find that the girl didn't mind at all and just looked at the building.

"Thanks, I can go in by myself."

"Well, call me if you have any problems."

"OK."

As Fang Zhiyun said, he walked in with the painting box in his arms.

But as soon as she entered the door, a person rushed out of the door and bumped into it recklessly all the way. Fang Zhiyun's hand was unsteady, and the big box in his hand fell down.

"Hey, you!" Before she could see who was bumping into her, the scattered painting utensils had been overwhelmed by the crowd.

Fang Zhiyun stood where he was, completely unresponsive to the sudden change.

After ten seconds, she came back to her senses, and immediately knelt down to pick up the paintbrush, but someone had already put the brush into her hand.

"You didn't leave?"

"Ah..." Cheng Yumo blushed, and lowered his head in embarrassment: "I want to see you go in before leaving."

"Oh." Fang Zhiyun replied, she looked down, but saw her messy painting box.

Paintbrushes are usually carefully preserved. Now that there is such a large amount of dust on the nib, it is easy to stick to it after washing.As for the pencil, if it is dropped, it will break inside, and when I draw, a few strokes will fall off.For every extremely important school exam, such damage is undoubtedly fatal.

"Ah, that's crazy." Fang Zhiyun rubbed his hair angrily, "I must have forgotten to worship Manjusri Bodhisattva before going out."

"It's okay, you can worship Doraemon."

"I still worship Pikachu." Although Fang Zhiyun was joking, his expression looked like he was about to cry.This school, which is in the same city as her family, is the first choice among the schools she chose for the school exam, and it is her most important future. If she fails the exam just because of this, it will definitely be more embarrassing than the scum she painted. Difficult to accept.

"There is no Doraemon in Pikachu, can you take a look at this?" Cheng Yumo said, taking out a box from his schoolbag, which was exactly the same set of painting tools as Fang Zhiyun used.

As for painting tools, the brand is actually not that important, the important thing is to use it smoothly, so the best choice is the one you are used to.On this point, Cheng Yumo really hit the nail on the head.

"My God! Fatty Lan, have you descended to earth?" Fang Zhiyun said as he was going to see if Cheng Yumo had pockets on his stomach.

"Stop messing around." Cheng Yumo patted her on the head, "I wanted to send you off after you finished the exam, who knew you were so lucky..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zhiyun had already hugged him, "Ah, ah, you are so kind, I love you so much!"

The boy seemed to be fixed by this sudden movement, he accepted the hug foolishly, and after a while, he hesitated and said: "Come into the classroom quickly, be careful you're late."

"Okay." Fang Zhiyun shook the box in his hand, "Thank you." She turned around and walked into the classroom bouncing around.

Except for the first time I saw her in the office, Fang Zhiyun didn't have the aura of a senior at all other times. He easily panicked and danced with excitement.

Cheng Yumo just stood there, watching her face the most important exam in her life ahead of schedule.

It's just that he didn't know that what he sent her to was a future beyond his reach.

【land】

Generally speaking, in order to be on the safe side and try their luck, art candidates will choose three colleges and universities to enroll in, one is guaranteed, one is the best choice, and the other is "I still have a dream, what if it comes true?" .”

When Fang Zhiyun returned to school again, she had already obtained the passing certificates of her three schools.

After she went to the studio to organize her things, she ran to find Cheng Yumo.

"congratulations."

"Thanks to you." Fang Zhiyun said as he handed the large drawing paper he was holding to Cheng Yumo, "This is for you. I got it from the teacher when I went to the studio to pack things."

Cheng Yumo took the painting and took a look. It was a sketch drawn by her, and the person in the painting was him.It must have been painted on the day the teacher asked me to be a model, because they took it back and processed it, so they never had a chance to see the finished painting.

It was difficult for him to judge whether the painting in his hand was good or bad. The people in the painting were not so similar to himself, but he could see his restraint and anxiety at that time at a glance, just like the hidden thoughts of a teenager in his heart.

"Wait for me at night, at the school gate at four o'clock." Fang Zhiyun's words interrupted his thoughts.

"Go for what?"

"Didn't I agree to treat you to dinner?" Seeing Cheng Yumo's displeasure, she added: "Let's celebrate it, and even called a few classmates to join us."

But Cheng Yumo still said: "Actually, it doesn't need to be like this."

"What's the matter? I've wanted to give you this painting for a long time."

"It's not that. I mean, you don't need to do this. If I help you with something, just return the gift right away. It's too polite, it's just a small thing."

Fang Zhiyun said with a smile: "Mom said, we need to be courteous."

"Okay." Cheng Yumo shook his head helplessly.

In fact, for Fang Zhiyun, her university has already been a little bit better, so this gathering almost turned into a summary of high school life and a break-up meeting.It was very lively throughout the whole process, and it was chaotic at the end.

"Really, when you went to Beijing to play last week, we had a mock exam again." Everyone "condemned" Fang Zhiyun together.

"What do you mean playing? I'm going to take an exam."

"It's not easy to get a certificate from CAFA," Yami said, "Then will you go to Beijing?"

"The score is so high, how did you pass the test? Besides, you know my [-]-point mathematics, hahaha."

"Isn't there Cheng Yumo? He's a key class in science." Yami pointed to Fang Zhiyun.

"Hahaha, he's only a freshman in high school, don't bully him."

"Did we learn something useful in the second year of high school?"

"Oh, I'm too lazy to study," Fang Zhiyun waved his hand, "It would be nice if I could go to a local school."

In fact, they mentioned Cheng Yumo many times during the period. Although there was a gap in grades, everyone still fanned the flames and wanted to match them up.But Fang Zhiyun passed away with a smile as if he hadn't noticed it at all.

Don't worry about it, we are all graduating.

When drinking to the highest point, Fang Zhiyun suddenly felt uncomfortable all over. She scratched her neck in a daze, and felt a strange bump. "what?"

"Hey, do you have a rash?" Yami looked at the back of her neck for her.

"what?"

"Does it have chickenpox?" A girl came up together, "I heard that several people in the next class have asked for leave because of chickenpox in the past few days. The exam is coming soon. I don't know who got it. It's really annoying."

"What the hell." Fang Zhiyun suddenly woke up.

"Go to the hospital and have a look."

"I've had chickenpox, of course not. Oh, forget it, it's okay, keep playing."

"It's okay, the college entrance examination is coming soon, okay?" Cheng Yumo's tone suddenly became tough. Fang Zhiyun had never seen him like this before. He was stunned for a while, and was dragged out by the boys and dragged all the way to the hospital.

"You're allergic to alcohol, don't you know? You're stupid." Coming out of the hospital, Cheng Yumo gave her an annoyed look.

"I don't know, I've never had a drink." Fang Zhiyun rubbed his neck, "It will take two days to heal, I'm going crazy."

Sitting in the taxi, Fang Zhiyun kept turning his head in discomfort.

"Take out your math book."

"What are you doing?" Fang Zhiyun asked, picking up the bag anyway.

"Help you draw the key points, [-] points, really don't say I know you, even if you choose all A's, you won't get [-] points."

"Hahaha I have the skills to perfectly avoid all the correct answers."

The boy twitched his lips slightly when he heard this, took a pen to circle, and said solemnly: "You must understand the example questions below these formulas. The most valuable questions should be the first three big questions. in."

Fang Zhiyun's big eyes flashed: "You know this, what a god."

"Ask me again if you don't understand." Cheng Yumo said while drawing a circle, "Read the book carefully, don't think about it, it won't be uncomfortable."

"Oh……"

After that, under Cheng Yumo's pressure, Fang Zhiyun studied mathematics every day until the college entrance examination a month later.

In order to clear the exam, the first and second year of senior high school are off for four days.Before going home, Cheng Yumo wanted to find Fang Zhiyun, but when he walked outside the classroom, he found that everyone was desperately reading.Compared with the excitement before the holiday there, the third year of senior high school really had a different atmosphere, he thought about it and didn't bother Fang Zhiyun anymore.

But Cheng Yumo didn't expect that it would be the last time he saw Fang Zhiyun.

【VII】

In fact, after returning to China, Fang Zhiyun inquired about Cheng Yumo from many people, but they all got the reply of "After so many years, why go back to contact him again".

She understood that everyone was blaming her for her arbitrary decision back then.And she herself didn't know how to explain it, she simply chose to escape like an ostrich.

But Fang Zhiyun never thought that he would meet him so unsuspectingly on such an occasion today.

Her last memory of Cheng Yumo was talking about him with Yami a year ago.

That day when they walked back after eating, Fang Zhiyun looked at the busy traffic on the street and sighed, "It's better to be here."

After hearing this, Yami's tone suddenly became a little angry: "At that time, all of us thought you would stay here."

"Lucky, the score is too high." Fang Zhiyun said with a smile.

"It's not this. Zhiyun," Yami turned to look at her, "It's not that we don't think you can't pass the exam, but...you know, at that time we all thought you would be with Cheng Yumo."

Fang Zhiyun glanced at her, lowered his head and said nothing.

"I'm not saying that you should give up Yangmei for Cheng Yumo's sake. Of course you should go if you are admitted. Then if you don't like him, you should have rejected him at that time. You just go away and leave it to others for no reason. Hope is nothing."

"I'm not... At that time, I was too inappropriate with him."

All along, she seemed to put him in the position of a good friend.The age gap, the distance gap, she didn't even think about what it would be like to be with Cheng Yumo.

"At that time?" Yami laughed coldly, "Then, two years later, Cheng Yumo was admitted to Beijing. He is so good at science, staying here is his best choice. You know what he is for You just went to Beijing. But you went to Japan without saying anything."

"He didn't tell me!"

"Even if he told you, would you give up Japan for him? Would you, Fang Zhiyun?"

Yami stared at Fang Zhiyun closely, and asked the question that was several years late on behalf of others: "You won't. Just like you wouldn't give up Yangmei for him, you wouldn't give up going abroad for him. In your In my heart, your dreams are the most important, so important that there is no room for others.”

Fang Zhiyun looked at Yami and sniffled: "That's right. That's the kind of person I am."

At her young age, she has talent and capital, and she feels that she will be able to realize her dream, that it is worth sacrificing everything for it, and that nothing can stop her.

Fang Zhiyun knew that Yami didn't care whether he was with Cheng Yumo or not, what they cared about was that he went to Japan without telling anyone, and that he failed him.

At that time, her family did not approve of her going abroad, so she made the application by herself, ran visas, and stamped everywhere.Because I left without telling my family, none of my old friends told me.And Cheng Yumo was just a senior in high school, so she didn't say anything to him.

When she arrived in Japan, she was busy and settled down.It was only later that I heard that Cheng Yumo went to Beijing for the exam, and only after that did she know what she had lost.

But at that time, it was too late.

she won't go back.He won't go any further.

Cheng Yumo's liking for her had been exhausted by her before she realized it.

【eight】

The cup on the table was about to bottom out, and Xiao Tou finished the record on the side. Finally, Cheng Yumo said: "Then, it's probably like this. I'll send you an advertisement proposal when I go back. You can try to draw a first draft first."

"Ok."

They got up and left the restaurant. When they parted, Cheng Yumo held out his hand to her: "It's a happy cooperation."

She should be very familiar with these hands. When Cheng Yumo gave her a lecture, she kept staring at his slender fingers, and then sketched a nice shape in the textbook.But now, he is no longer the youthful boy he was then.

"Hmm." Fang Zhiyun stretched out her hand.

Just a light grip, before he even had time to feel the temperature of his palm, he withdrew his hand.Fang Zhiyun looked at his back as he left. On that long road, among the gradually increasing crowds, a mournful narcissus seemed to bloom.

Not all reunions after parting can be reunited like idol dramas.

If you miss it, you miss it. No matter how beautiful and precious a flower is, if you don’t pick it at the right time, it will never belong to you.

She knew that this was a reunion, and it was a farewell that was not completed that year.

From now on, even if you and I meet, we are just strangers.

Fang Zhiyun took out his phone that had been shaking all night, and called back.

"Hello." Just as her weak voice came out, an unhappy voice came from the opposite side: "What are you doing again? Why haven't you answered the phone?"

"Talk about work."

"Who are you lying to? What job are you talking about? Have you ever gone out to work?"

"Isn't this coming out?" Fang Zhiyun said weakly.

"Fang Zhiyun, you really don't blush when you talk nonsense."

"Okay, I'm going to shoot some material tomorrow, are you free to send it to me?"

"It's finally weekend, I don't want to go out."

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense. To be serious, I just want to say, let's break up."

"Aren't you unhappy if I don't send you off just once? How can you get married if you are so picky?"

"Don't bother you." She hung up the phone.

Is she picky?
Over the years, so many people have introduced partners to her, those who don't like each other, and those who can't get along with each other. Later, they felt that they can just let it go when they are old, and it has been up to today.

Forget it.

Forget it, she can't accept others anymore.

Because no one can treat her as well as Cheng Yumo.

It's just that when she met him, it was too early, too early.

But at that time, she didn't know how to cherish, and she only thought that life and dreams were the most important, and the so-called feelings were just a whim.It wasn't until time passed that she realized that some things are lost when they are lost.

Fang Zhiyun squatted down in front of the bus stop, clutching a thin business card tightly in his hand.

I am not regretting not being with you back then, nor regretting the choices I made in my feelings and dreams.I just envy you for being able to live so freely all the time.I envy you for being desperate for your youthful feelings back then, envy you for taking a wrong step at that time, and now you can go back to your own right path, envy you for not being troubled by it even at this moment.

Unlike me, always so tired, always wanting more things, never willing to let go of anything.In the end, I can only live by memories.

When she raised her head again, she could no longer see his back.

Just like ten years had passed, in the whistling time, that person had already been shattered into ashes.

(End of this chapter)