Double Life: My whole world is you

"My name is Yu Qun." After he said that, he looked at Cheng Qiao and saw that she didn't react. He repeated it word by word, "My name is Yu Qun."

Cheng Qiao blinked, "I know!"

"Haha." A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You still don't remember me."

"Hmm?" Cheng Qiao's face was full of question marks. He went over the past eight hundred years in his mind and made sure that he had no major connection with this person before he said seriously, "Sorry, I really don't remember."

"We have known each other for more than ten years." He said with a wry smile.

Hearing his words, Cheng Qiao was startled and quickly sat up and looked at him. After all, she had only been reborn for four or five years. How could she meet someone who had lived for more than ten years? Could he also be reborn? Cheng Qiao's eyes were filled with surprise when she thought of this. She asked calmly, "Why do you say that?"

"Do you still remember who your first deskmate was?" Yu Qun continued to ask.

His words made Cheng Qiao stunned again. Deskmate? Her first impression was Luo Weizhen. She only remembered Luo Weizhen as her deskmate in elementary school. Then her deskmates in junior high school were Wang Liqin, Cheng Xia, and Zhang Min. Her deskmate in high school was always Ma Xiaomeng. The first deskmate he asked about? The one in kindergarten? No, she didn't go to kindergarten or preschool. She went straight to first grade. First grade? When she was seven years old? She really couldn't remember.

Just as Cheng Qiao was trying to find her memory, Yu Qun spoke again, "Do you still remember Teacher Xiao Juan?"

"Huh?" Cheng Qiao was startled again. It looked so familiar. It was her teacher from which grade. She asked tentatively, "First grade teacher?"

He nodded with a wry smile, "Yeah."

"I remember it!" Cheng Qiao held her chin up and recalled, "She was a very beautiful young teacher. She washed our faces and braided our hair."

"Do you remember me?" he asked again.

Cheng Qiao frowned and asked softly, "We were deskmates in the first grade?"

"Just think of it as you remembering me!" He looked at Cheng Qiao and said, "Let me tell you a story!"

"Okay." Cheng Qiao sat up straight and listened to him.

"My parents have always had a bad relationship. They divorced when I was two years old. My mother left and never came back. My father worked outside all year round and we only saw each other once every few years. I lived with my grandmother. My grandmother has a soft personality. She taught me to be humble since I was a child. She said that others have their parents to protect them, but I have no one to protect me. When encountering things, I should endure it if I can. When I was five years old, I was going to go to kindergarten, but my grandmother said that going to kindergarten was too expensive. It would be cheaper to go directly to the first grade. If I failed the exam, I would have to repeat the grade. So I was sent to the first grade when I was five years old." He took a sip of water, "I should be the youngest in the class, and I was small in stature. When I first went there, I sat in the third row. I was squeezed out and sat in the last row. At that time, we brought wool from home to tie the drawers. Do you remember?"

"I know that! The tables and chairs at that time were all broken, and there were almost no drawers." Cheng Qiao also smiled and recalled the past, "But I don't remember ever bringing wool from home. I just made do with what others gave me."

"That's because you have good grades and good relationships, so everyone gives you yarn." He said, "I used up all the yarn in my family that week, and there was not a single yarn left in the end."

"You are being bullied," Cheng Qiao said, "You must fight back bravely, otherwise you will be bullied for a long time."

"Yes! That's what you said to me at the beginning." He said, "You were the last one to come here, and we have been in class for more than a week. When Teacher Xiao Juan led you to the classroom, there was only one seat left next to me, in the last row of the first group."

"I postponed my schooling..." Cheng Qiao murmured softly and fell into deep thought. She was born in 93. In fact, when she turned five in 98, she could have gone to preschool and then to the first grade. Cheng's father also intended for her to go to school in the second semester of 98, but fate was unfair and took Cheng's father away. So Cheng Qiao, who was preparing to go to school, was delayed.

Their rural house was built the year after Cheng's father passed away, and they moved in in 2000. Cheng Qiao was already seven years old at that time. She was very envious of her peers carrying schoolbags to school, but Cheng's mother said that they had no money after building the house. She asked her to ask her uncle and mother for money because they took yuan of compensation from Cheng's father and have not paid it back in the past few years.

Cheng Qiao, who had always been thinking about studying, cried all the way to her uncle's house. When her uncle saw her, he just lowered his head and sighed, and when her mother saw her, she chased her away with a broom. She cried, "My mother asked you to take me to register. I want to study. You owe my family money."

"We have no money." The mother hit her with a broom.

"Then why can my brother and sister (Cheng Kun and his sister) go to school?" Cheng Qiao asked her with red eyes.

"That's my cousin who's teaching. He bought it on credit. If your mother has the guts, ask her to go find her cousin." She answered while smoking a cigarette.

At that time, Cheng Qiao was too stupid to let her hit her, until Cheng's mother, who was behind her, could no longer bear it and rushed over to protect her, and had a big quarrel with the mother. Cheng's mother took her home crying. She was terrified and worried that she could not go to school. The next day, she got up early in the morning and knelt at their house. She knelt for four days in a row. Finally, under the pointing and talking of people in the bay, her uncle opened the door and gave her 100 yuan.

She happily gave Cheng's mother 210 yuan, but Cheng's mother cried and told her that the registration fee was yuan. Cheng Qiao collapsed at that moment. She went crazy at home and went on a hunger strike. She must go to school. Finally, Cheng's mother went back to her grandmother to get more than yuan to register for her. She was carrying a shoulder bag made by Cheng's mother. She was very happy...

He looked at her and smiled and asked, "Did you remember anything?"

Cheng Qiao shook his head, "Some not-so-good memories."

"But my memories of you are all good!" His eyes were vague, as if he had returned to the past. "Teacher Xiao Juan brought you to my side. As soon as she turned around, you asked me what my name was. I was afraid to answer, and only after class did I dare to tell you in a low voice - my name is Yu Qun. You said that the name was okay, not many people call it by that name."

"Haha." Cheng Qiao laughed.

"You don't know, that was the first time in a week that someone took the initiative to talk to me. And you were smiling, your smile is really pretty." He said with a blushing face, "I'm very happy to be your deskmate for half a semester. When others bully me, you always rush to the front to help me get things back. And you are very smart, you will finish the homework assigned by the teacher very quickly, so I can copy your homework."

"My grades in the first grade should be pretty good. My mother has been teaching me as far as I can remember." Cheng Qiao said.

"That's right. You have always been the top student in the class. When we failed the exams, you scored above 95 in Chinese and math. Teacher Xiao Juan likes you the most and always says you are a good candidate. As the midterm exams came to an end, I started to feel nervous because everyone in the class wanted to curry favor with you and sit at the same table with you." Wu Qun said, "I was actually afraid that you would play with them and leave me behind. But you didn't. Although some people wanted you to sit in the front, you insisted on taking me with you. So the relationship between me and my classmates is pretty good."

"Well, that's good too." Cheng Qiao followed up on what he said.

"But the first grade ended quickly. You were admitted to the second grade with the first place in the school. And I was held back." He said with a wry smile.