After the rain

I dream of you, but I'm afraid I won't be able to dream of you. ]

[January [-]st, Saturday, overcast.

There is a day off on New Year's Day, and Tang Chen asked me to go to Xijiao Square to watch the fireworks at night.

I declined, I have several sets of thematic volumes to brush, and I don't have time.

His grades have improved a lot. As long as he works tirelessly, he will definitely be admitted to the ideal school.

There are fireworks every year, and it will not be too late to see them again in the future.

In fact, if I dare not go, I will cry. ]

[January 23, Sunday, heavy snow.

Winter vacation, ready to go back to my hometown for the New Year.

I made myself a cup of milk tea on a whim today, and burned three bubbles on my hands. Speaking of which, I often got burned when I first started learning, and my hands-on ability is really poor.

The milk tea is not good, too much sugar is added, it is bitterly sweet. ]

[February [-], Monday, Xiaoxue.

Valentine's Day.

I drew a rose on the snow, hoping that the wind and snow would deliver it for me. ]

[February 27, Sunday, sunny.

The [-]-day swearing-in meeting for the college entrance examination was held today, and the principal's speech was very inspiring.

What he said is very reasonable. The college entrance examination is indeed a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses.

Young people are easy to learn, old people are hard to achieve, and an inch of time cannot be taken lightly. ]

[March [-], Friday, light rain.

The result of the model came out, 698 points.

The composition is not well written, the comprehensive essay still needs to check for gaps and make up for the omissions, and the derivative questions need to be practiced more.

I am under a lot of pressure to study, and occasionally I forget to miss you. ]

[March [-], Sunday, overcast.

Today, the grades organized a mountain climbing trip. Almost everyone brought some snacks, drinks and other things. They were excited about going to the top of the mountain for a picnic, but when they climbed the ladder, they wanted to throw it all away. They carried it to the top of the mountain with tears in their eyes. I have no strength left.

Maybe life is like this. Many times, we grit our teeth and move forward while complaining and regretting.

There is an ancient temple halfway up the mountain, which is said to be very effective. I made a wish.

Xiaobao, if the wish comes true, remember to take me to fulfill the wish.

You can overlook the whole city from the top of the mountain, and I want you to see such a beautiful view. ]

[March 29, Tuesday, sunny.

I just learned that Xie Junwen was transferred to a science class. I asked him why, and he said that we should know how to stop losses in time for things that are destined to have no results.

He seemed sad, but didn't want others to know.

I didn't ask any more questions.

Anxiety is something that exists regardless of whether it is figured out or not. ]

[Saturday, April [-]th, sunny.

The score of the second model is 662 points.

A little autistic. ]

[Tuesday, May 24, cloudy.

Three-mode score, 704 points.

The universe is uncertain, guard against arrogance and impetuosity. ]

[Monday, June [-]th, overcast.

Tomorrow is the college entrance examination, and the certificates and examination equipment are all ready, and nothing is missed.

time flies.

Shen Yan and I have been separated for 374 days, and we have not had any contact during this period. His number was canceled and taken back by others, and I was so happy when I connected yesterday.

I won't keep a diary in the future, so as not to miss him all the time.

Just think about it every now and then, since he doesn't miss me anyway. ]

During the college entrance examination, the atmosphere in the class was extremely relaxed, and the evening self-study was also finished early. The teacher reminded me to go to bed early, so that I could prepare myself for the next day's exam.

Most of the classes went out to have dinner on the day of the exam. When they returned to school, most of the students' eyes were red, obviously crying.

There are no torn paper pages flying all over the sky, and there is not even much noise. Everyone either misses or says goodbye to each other casually, marking the end of their high school career.

Doing nothing makes it easy to think wildly. Song Qikun didn't let himself relax. A few days after graduation, he started to go out early and return late to work as a summer job. During the day, he worked as a cashier in the dessert workshop.

Every day is full and exhausting, and he almost falls asleep when he gets home, and he doesn't have any messy dreams.

Song Qikun's college entrance examination score was five points higher than expected, which was a surprise.He topped the list with exactly 700 points, becoming this year's liberal arts champion.

He didn't feel too excited when the admissions office of the ideal school called to ask for someone. After all, it was the expected result.In contrast, it was the scene he encountered on the way home one night that made him unable to calm down for a long time.

That night after finishing tutoring, two men came over to share a table with him when he was having supper at the noodle shop. The slightly shorter Song Qikun had met him once, but he didn't remember it at first until the other party spoke.

Speech is very slow, occasionally slurred words.

Most of what they talked about was trivial matters in life, or some interesting news, and the voices of both of them were very gentle, and the atmosphere was harmonious and warm.

Song Qikun tried his best not to listen, but it was hard to avoid being so close, and he could always hear something.

He originally thought the two were brothers, because they mentioned family members in their conversation, and there was no distinction between you and me in their titles.

Until I left the noodle shop, I saw their fingers clasped together like no one else.

The pedestrians passing by had different expressions, but they did not let go of each other's hands.

The summer night was hot and dry, and the dim street lamps were like the sun, which hurt Song Qikun's eyes.

He missed Shen Yan again.

Although the dream university life is different from what I imagined, it is not difficult to adapt.Song Qikun actively participated in club activities and student union affairs after studying, and lived a busy and fulfilling life.

In the second semester of freshman year, the student union was re-elected, and Song Qikun was elected as the chairman of the student union, and went out to have a meal with the newly formed bureau members.

His excellence in all aspects is obvious to all. Over the past year, there have been an endless stream of suitors, but he has always been single, and he has never been ambiguous.

Many people are curious about his criteria for choosing a mate, what kind of person can catch his eyes.

Naturally, it was unavoidable to be interrogated on such an occasion. Song Qikun couldn't help them being soft-spoken, and smiled and said a few characteristics: "Short hair, fair skin, tall, not too thin."

"Stop fooling people, the senior from the history department who confessed to you two days ago is this model, and I didn't see you agreeing to it!"

Song Qikun gave him two skewers of barbecue, "Eat yours."

"My best friend is also this type, why don't you introduce me?" The head of the organization department followed suit with a smile.

"Sister, please forgive me. Count how many girlfriends you introduced to me this year." Song Qikun couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's because you have never had a partner that I am always entrusted."

This is still to be blamed on him, Song Qikun sighed helplessly, and said: "I have someone I like, love...I just want to talk to him."

"Who is it? From our school? Which department?"

Everyone's eyes lit up immediately, like a group of hungry wolves who haven't eaten for a long time, making Song Qikun feel uncomfortable.

He said vaguely, "My former classmate will take the college entrance examination in a few days."

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone talked about it with each other.

"Good guy, I just said why you are so difficult to deal with, it turns out that you already have your own heart!"

"If this word gets out, how many girls will be heartbroken!"

"Who is it that can capture the heart of our President Song?!"

"Do you have a picture? Show us!"

"..."

Song Qikun was one head and two older, so he had to quickly end the topic: "That's the end of this matter, wait for me to find... wait for me to catch up with someone."

Song Qikun found three "Shen Yan" in this year's freshman admission list, according to the geographical information of the high school he graduated from, none of them was the person he was looking for.

He couldn't accept this result at all, and ran to the reporting offices of the three departments on the day of the orientation with the last hope, and met three completely unfamiliar faces.

It's not his Shen Yan.

Obviously we have an appointment.

He told me to wait for you, but you didn't come.

Song Qikun was full of despair and was out of shape all day. At night, he went to the track and field and ran more than ten kilometers masochistically.

His breath was filled with the smell of thin blood. He knelt down on the ground, his back was deeply bent, and his forehead was about to touch the ground.

His mind was already blank, and Song Qikun dialed the string of familiar numbers with a strong unwillingness deep in his heart. The rough voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end of the phone, pulling him back to reality from the illusion of self-escape.

"Sorry, I made a mistake." Song Qikun said.

827 days after being separated from Shen Yan, his heart began to die.

The author has something to say:

Young people are easy to learn, old people are hard to achieve, and an inch of time cannot be taken lightly.

——Zhu Xi's "Once Upon a Time"

53. Inscription

At the end of October, Song Ye was hospitalized due to acute appendicitis, and he informed Song Qikun of the incident after he was discharged from the hospital.

Although it was just a minor operation, and there is no serious problem now, Song Qikun still needs to see it with his own eyes before he can rest assured.

He bought a plane ticket and flew back that day, arriving home at two o'clock in the afternoon.It happened to be the weekend, and there were some relatives and friends who came to visit at home, and the lively conversation could be heard when the door was opened.

The adults chatted in the living room, the tea table was filled with fruit and snacks, and the children sat in the corner reading storybooks, with candy wrappers and dinosaur toys scattered beside them.

Song Qikun greeted his elders, walked behind Song Ye and squeezed his shoulders, "Dad."

The muscles and bones in the palm are thin, and it can be clearly seen that they have been thinner.

"It's all right now." Song Ye recovered well after the operation, full of energy, with a gentle smile in his fine lines: "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Qikun replied: "I ate it on the plane."

"Sit here." Song Ye patted the seat beside him.

"it is good."

After Song Qikun sat down, he became the focus of everyone's attention. He has long been used to this kind of scene, and he can handle it with ease.

The room is well heated, and Song Qikun is still wearing a thick coat