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Part 1
That year, Zifan was seventeen years old, precisely the flowery years.
A quiet life as usual, without too many waves. He even gradually fell in love with such a quiet and peaceful way of life. The campus, except for the noisy cicadas, has a feeling that is pleasing to his eyes.
Although there are ancient trees and trees in all directions, this is a school without a flower season. This made all the students, including Zifan, feel incredible.
A path under the shade of the forest is the route Zifan must take to go home. As usual, he walked slowly with a pace that belonged only to him on the camphor tree-lined path. Humming a self-written and self-directed sacred song, he flung his schoolbag one step at a time.
He was so obviously enamored that he was oblivious when he stepped on a vegan notebook under his feet.
It wasn't until around a corner that the slightly glowing notebook caught his attention. When he turned back to that path to pick it up, he realized that the plain white notebook had left an indelible footprint. In his eagerness to swipe away the smudge, a few lines of beautiful lowercase writing caught his eye.
He immediately judged that this is a notebook belonging to a girl, perhaps it contains all the secrets belonging to a young girl in her flower season. With this in mind he felt a sudden temptation to close the notebook, despite his efforts to convince himself to do so.
Obviously his persuasion did not work at this time, but he opened the title page of the notebook. A few lines of small letters were clearly reflected in his eyes: Some people are shallow, some people are not as good as others, but one day you will meet someone as gorgeous as a rainbow, who will make you feel that everything you've ever met before is just a floating cloud.
Zifan was slightly touched, he remembered that this is a line from "Thumping Heart". He thought what kind of girl would excerpt such a line?
However, he didn't find too much information in the notebook. Even the name is incomplete, only in the conspicuous blank space saw a similarly beautiful but more powerful "Su" character.
Perhaps this is her last name. It was not easy to find someone in a school of over 3,000 people knowing that last name alone. He felt a slight tinge of disappointment and a sense of frustration, but he was confident that he would find her soon.
Every time school was over, he walked up the path with a sense of anticipation. He hoped to meet her on the path, but after many disappointments, he grew to believe that she was not going to show up.
Who would search aimlessly for a notebook? So he locked the notebook in his drawer, and with the increasing burden of study, he gradually forgot about it.
Part 2
After the New Year, the school organizes a talent contest for the students. This is also a rare break from the hectic schedule of studies. However, for Zifan, the talent is not the most important thing, the important thing is that he can take a break.
Because as his name suggests, he is indeed too ordinary, and even more so in talent. However, because his roommate's girlfriend participated in a calligraphy competition, Zifan had to accompany his roommate to take a look at the works exhibited.
Among the many calligraphic works, a pair of calligraphic characters suddenly jumped into his eyes, and those beautiful fonts gave him an extremely familiar feeling.
However, he could not remember where he had seen it before. Just as he was getting tangled up in this, a girl with a plain white shirt walked over and extended her hand with a smile, "Hello, my name is Su Mengyao, this is my calligraphy characters, I hope you can correct them." Zifan suddenly remembered the notebook and blurted out "your notebook".
The girl frowned a little, with a puzzled look. Zifan immediately realized that he had said it too suddenly, leaving her at a loss for words, but he was happy because he had finally found her. "My name is Song Zifan, my handwriting is quite good." Zifan replied politely. "I picked up your notebook..." said Zifan in the silence.
But the other party showed the same puzzled look, it seems she really forgot.
Yes, with so much going on, who would keep remembering a lost notebook? "Hey, Zifan-" his roommate blossomed a wry smile at him, and he realized that the only way to say goodbye to this girl who made his heart flutter was to say goodbye as soon as possible.
Because he didn't want the secret that only belonged to him two to be known by others. Zifan politely said goodbye to Mengyao and quietly memorized her class.
Back at home, Zifan could not calm down for a long time, he opened the notebook locked in the drawer. The above because too long did not turn over has a thin layer of dust, he wiped dry above the dust, but there is still a shallow footprint. The line of words once again into the eyes: but one day, you will meet a rainbow like a brilliant person, she makes you feel that all the previous encounter is a floating cloud.
At that moment, a current seemed to pass through his body, making his heart beat violently. It was as if he felt a beam of light shining through the dark clouds around him.
The next day, he got up early, and after hurrying and thinning, he headed to the school, where he had always been slow in the past. So much so that when he arrived at the school, he reaped a lot of surprised looks. Yes, it had been a long time since he had arrived at school so early.
He brought the plain leather notebook to Mengyao's classroom, which was in a small building by the lake. It was the home base for the school's zero class students. He suddenly felt as if it was inappropriate to come here, just as he was about to return.
He saw Mengyao greeting him with a smile, and she remembered his name. While he was excited about this. He caught a hint of gratitude in Mengyao's eyes. "It's so surprising, I thought I'd never find it again." Mengyao revealed her childlike innocence, "Thank you, Song Zifan." Zifan was at a loss for words, his hand didn't know where to put it.
Yes, he was too excited. She remembered his name, and although there were many words he wanted to say, his throat seemed to be stuffed with something. He just mumbled, head bowed and whispered, "That...it's getting late, I have to go back to class first."
In fact, until now, there were still not many people who came to school, and there was still almost an hour before the morning study. When Zifan left Mengyao's classroom, he suddenly felt like such a loser. Why did not dare to say a few more words, why be so timid.
He returned to the classroom with a sense of indignation towards himself, feeling an unnamed depression. But after calming down a little, he felt more excited. He saw her bright smile and childlike innocence.
But when the talent contest was over, there were endless exams and homework. The feelings that sprouted in his heart were slowly festering and gradually went beyond what he could control. He felt that if he didn't tell her what was on his mind, maybe he would go crazy.
However, as for the thing of feelings, no one can control it effectively, but can only let it slowly torment himself
These days, Zifan was spending in a kind of bitterness. Bitterness was rare in his memory. Perhaps whether it is pain or sweetness, only in the body can y understand.
Fortunately, this kind of time did not last too long, in the strong insistence of the students, the school broke ranks and organized a spring trip to see the cherry blossoms. Who let this school does not have flowers that can suppress the students' eyes? Zifan seemed to smell a ray of hope, perhaps, he could see her during the spring tour.
Part 3
After a lot of fussing in and out of school, a time was finally set for the trip. It was a bright morning, and the school's rented buses were packed with students of all colors.
Just as the bus was about to start, a teacher stopped Zifan's class bus, saying that the bus was too crowded, and that for safety reasons, he wanted to arrange for ten students to be on the zero class bus. Zifan happened to have scored the bottom ten on his last exam, and when the teacher slowly read out the names of the bottom ten students, Zifan had long since left his class's bus.
He knew his teacher all too well, and other than going by the names he probably wouldn't be very innovative. This was the first time that Zifan felt the benefits that taking the countdown brought him. At least he could be in the same car as the goddess of his heart. Zifan jumped onto the class zero bus with such a picture of worthlessness.
To his surprise, the seat next to Mengyao was empty. He pretended to notice Mengyao without realizing it, and greeted her with a surprised look.
When the bus started, he gradually felt the breath of spring. He remembered that every early spring of the year, there would be a patch of rosy cherry blossoms quietly blooming in the hazy smoky rain. Mengyao seemed to enjoy chatting with Zifan, and he told Zifan that she liked the feeling of cherry blossoms.
The cherry blossom's colorful and elegant gesture is very enjoyable to her, although the cherry blossom's flower season is not long, and when the cherry blossom falls, it will also make her feel a kind of sentimental. But this does not affect her love of cherry blossoms.
So he said, "Let me accompany you to see the cherry blossoms." She did not answer, just shyly blushed. There seemed to be slight snickers emanating from the surrounding area, but Zifan didn't care about that, just took it as her acquiescence.
The bus quickly arrived at its destination. Sure enough, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. The other students all unspokenly gave them a space to be alone. Zifan was touched by this, but his face was still a bland gesture.
Finally, when they reached the depths of the cherry blossom forest, there were no people around. Zi Fan summoned up the courage to say to Mengyao the words hidden deep in his heart. Meng Yao red face, silent for a long time.
In the end, she said that if we are still classmates in college, then we will be together. Zifan is hard to understand why we need to wait for those results that we can't predict. Meng Yao said that there are some bumps in the road that we can't get through, so we won't be able to be happy together.
If we still have the courage to join hands at that time, we meet under this cherry tree. After that, Mengyao left with a face of sadness, leaving Zifan in the bushes with his head down in deep thought.
That day, it seems to be the day when the cherry blossom forest is dying, the cherry blossoms fall down one after another, leaving a place of sadness lingering in the hearts of Zifan and Mengyao.
Zifan gradually stopped being indifferent to anything, and he was no longer tired of arranging and combining. In the late night he still recites difficult ancient texts, and in his sleep he spits out the words he memorized during the day.
Perhaps, time never fails to honor those who put their hearts into it. Zifan in this year is not ordinary, because of his dedication, he went to a well-known academic institutions. On the day before the departure, Mengyao and he came to the cherry blossom tree where they met.
But at this time, Zifan y felt that Mengyao and him are not suitable after all. At the time he did not perceive it, perhaps it was just a nameless impulse. But time also gave him a satisfactory answer, because after a period of hard work, he understood what he was really pursuing.
He also y understands what really suits him, for Mengyao, he only has endless gratitude.
Yes, in the big stage of life, we will meet a lot of people who make our hearts sing.
However, there is only one who can be with us. It's not that we're bad, or that the people we meet aren't good enough. It's just that in our world there is only one person who can live in the heart, so there are bound to be some gorgeous figures like cherry blossoms fading away.