Chapter 66 The Best of Us at the End (No.356 - No.357)

I didn't tell Luo Zhi the plan I had in mind, I just said, I guess she will be satisfied. The first scene is taken in the classroom. Luo Zhi, sitting at the table writing a composition, the skirt of the white wedding dress has been spreading along the aisle between the groups.The bride is holding the pen with her right hand wearing a white lace glove, tilting her head slightly, biting her lip and writing very seriously. Behind her, Sheng Huainan in a suit stretched his neck to look at the paper like a curious boy. The second scene is outside Sheng Huainan's original classroom. I also appeared on the scene, a Sheng Huainan who was dressed in a school uniform and handed a notebook to the groom at the door of the class with both hands.

In the distance, Luo Zhi, who is facing the photographer sideways, is turning her head to look at us, silently and humblely peeping at us as a stranger in a corner. The wedding dress on her body makes her the proudest and most proud of the whole picture. Spirited focus. The third scene is on the flag-raising platform. The newlyweds hold the flagpole and gently reach out to the man who is looking up at her from the stage. Will you never raise the flag like that again because of nervousness? Never again. ... The last scene is on the top floor of the administration building. Luo Zhi was the last one to walk up slowly accompanied by assistants and makeup artists.

She raised her head, and immediately saw Sheng Huainan standing in front of the message wall that had already been painted white. On the wall behind is a sentence he just wrote with the largest oil-based pen. "Sheng Huainan loves Luozhi, and the whole world knows about it." I was fiddling with the sun visor, when I looked up, I saw Luo Zhi's face turned pale with tears. My senior sister who is always in front of the mountain collapses without changing her face is still crying and wearing makeup in front of this line of words, holding up the corner of her skirt and stepping on high heels, like a sixteen-year-old girl, regardless of all the strangers present She ran up the stairs and threw herself into the arms of the man she had loved for ten years.

Yu Huai. At that moment, I only thought of Yu Huai. I remembered that night, Geng Geng, who once pushed his senior brother away, just like Luo Zhi at this moment, threw himself at Yu Huai who was next to him without hesitation, and kissed him shamelessly. He didn't reject me. The person who kissed him was not the cowardly Geng Geng sitting at the same table, that Geng Geng didn't have such courage. it's me.It is me who wants to kiss him, hug him, be with him, feel sorry for his persistence and compromise, and face the unknown with him every day. Can the past and the future really be so clearly distinguished?

I looked down at the palm of my hand, this hand did not solve the math problem correctly, but it was able to take the picture of time gone by, I never split myself into two parts, why should I figure out the source of love? I miss him, and I miss him so many years.Time changes us, but not love. I picked up my phone and sent Yu Huai a text message. "I'm in Late Autumn Heights." The last text message I sent to him on the morning when I got the answer for the college entrance examination, I re-sent it to him today with a new mobile phone number. Our story was interrupted after that text message, and today I will start again from here.

Those who I did not wait for in the summer of that year, I will definitely wait for them today. Things about us floated in front of our eyes in confusion. He pretended not to see my horrible papers, laughed at me for wrapping the book cover, and sent me home with a bag full of books. A sapling spans half of the city... In the end, there is a sentence that can't be done; there is me, don't be afraid. He used to like such an ordinary me. Now it's my turn. Yu Huai, there is me.No matter what happens in the future, I will always be by your side, don't be afraid. The meaning of love is two people together, twisting the fate of the wrist.

Together we are the best. I saw my boy approaching from a distance. At first, he still looked distant like that at the hospital gate, and then gradually, gradually, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face. Smiling like a bad boy who got his way. I know he will come. The boy with a disgruntled face standing next to the big-bellied uncle on the phone; The boy who stood in front of the red list and said to me, "The person on the left of my name is Geng Geng, and when combined with my name, it happens to be Geng Geng Yuhuai"; The boy who wrote "the best time" with a pen sideways, pretending to be casual;

The boy waiting alone in the corridor outside the parent meeting; The teenager who said loudly on the top floor, "You must continue to worship me"; The boy who stood at the door of my house and said "There will be opportunities in the future"; Or, the man who put down the handle of the red and white machine and said, "I can only do this"; Scratching his head shyly, he said, "I don't know when it started. Life is like a running account" that man; ... He came roaring with the years behind him. Like a flood of news seven years ago, it has passed through a whole youth, and it has finally spread before my eyes today.

Together we climbed up the hill to find the tree. While looking for it, I muttered: "I can't really die." "Not dead," he tapped me on the head. "I came to see it last week." I smiled and looked at the guy who said the word, until he blushed and turned his head, took my hand and ran to a tall poplar tree. Before I could react, he suddenly pointed to the tree trunk and said, "Look, the name of the person next to me is Geng Geng, and together with me, it happens to be Geng Geng Yuhuai." I looked at him with a smile and said, "I am Geng Geng."

That's where our story begins. So let's start over from here. It's not in vain that I have been brooding about it for so many years. (full text)