The petite beautiful waiter brought the dishes on the menu to the table one after another. Zhang Yan asked Yuanyuan what drink she wanted. Yuanyuan shook her head and said, "I don't like drinks. You like it, right?"

Zhang Yan said: "Okay then, Fangyuan Yuan, let's eat the food while it's hot. Be easygoing among friends and don't be polite."

Yuanyuan said: "Okay, I'm eating." Sitting alone to eat with a literary friend whom she met for the first time, Yuanyuan was still a little cautious. Recalling Zhang Yan's speech at the symposium, it was also very good. At that time, she

It feels like meeting a close friend.

After a period of silence, Yuanyuan asked Zhang Yan: "Is your sister in high school now?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan just lowered her head to eat and didn't speak for a while.

Yuanyuan asked him: "What's wrong with you? You're not talking?"

Zhang Yan raised her eyes and looked at Yuanyuan who was looking at him and said: "My sister Zhang Nini is no longer here. During the summer vacation after I graduated from junior high school, I drove her up a steep slope on a bicycle. She fell off and knocked her head together.

On the glass...I, I, I..." At this point, his chest could be seen rising and falling rapidly.

Yuanyuan said: "Zhang Yan, want to eat quickly? Come and eat vegetables." As she said that, Yuanyuan hurriedly put a piece of braised chicken nuggets in his bowl. She mentally blamed herself for talking too much and revealing the secrets in other people's minds.

scar.

Zhang Yan calmed down and said, "My sister's death has been a huge blow to our family. My mother wiped her tears all day long, and my father was dejected. I blamed myself and felt so guilty that I didn't want to live anymore. I once cut myself with a fruit knife."

My mother saw that I was in so much pain that she hid her sadness and cared about me meticulously. The long summer vacation passed.

When I returned to school, I felt like a different person, dumbfounded. When I heard a female voice speaking, it was as if I heard my sister's voice, and a girl's voice calling her brother. I would look back and go.

Looking for it, I will laugh softly and cry softly." At this point, Zhang Yan took off her glasses and gently wiped the corners of her eyes, her breath was low and she could not speak.

Yuanyuan listened carefully while chewing, and helped Zhang Yan pick up a piece of tofu. Listening was the most friendly way of communication at this moment.

Zhang Yan continued: "In a daze, my grades gradually declined. One day during composition class, the Chinese teacher read us a sample essay. There were a few sentences in it that touched me very much. I still remember:

You may encounter the worst things in the world, and you may also encounter things you least want to happen, but no matter how many tragedies there are in life, you must understand that after going through the darkest years, the future will be bright.

...Please believe it!..."

Hearing Zhang Yan emotionally reciting the essay "Please Believe" she once wrote, Yuanyuan felt excited. It has been several years since this article was published in a journal. She said timidly: "

Hey, you make me embarrassed by your reading." She wanted to change the subject.

"Fang Yuanyuan, your writing is very good! Later I asked the Chinese teacher to copy the sample essay in my notebook. From then on, I began to like Chinese classes and writing essays. Of course, I also started to give

You write to talk about some things about writing articles. In the world of literature, thoughtful voices

Music, the power of life, the sun shining on the earth, the pursuit of light, and the profound thinking and discussion of life. These are the reasons why I am obsessed with literature, and they are also the panacea for my self-salvation." Zhang Yan

As expected of a student of the Chinese Department, he talks endlessly.

After hearing this, Yuanyuan felt extremely pleased. This kind of heartfelt words came from her soul. She praised: "Your language description is wonderful, your writing must be very good, right?"

Zhang Yan said: "I say one thing and do another. I still have to learn my writing skills from you. Do you think the letters I wrote look ugly? I feel like I need to study harder."

After hearing this, Yuanyuan said thoughtfully: "What you wrote is not bad, don't be too modest." She wanted to make the topic more relaxed.

Zhang Yan smiled and said: "Listen to you, we will learn from each other and make progress together in the future. Today I told you my thoughts. You won't blame me for writing to you in a girl's tone, right? Because, because I

I miss my sister so much. At that time, when you wrote back, you thought I was a female student, and I thought I was Zhang Nini... Well, even now I seem to be living for myself and for my sister."

Yuanyuan said: "Every today is beautiful. We should spend it in happiness, put down our heavy worries, relax, and live every day well, okay?" She scooped up the spoon as if comforting a little brother.

He put two spoons of egg soup into the bowl where Zhang Yan had finished eating and said, "Have some hot soup!"

Zhang Yan said repeatedly: "Thank you! You are so good at taking care of others!" The corners of his mouth were raised, and he was in a good mood. He walked to the counter to pay the bill, and Yuanyuan stood up and walked out of the restaurant with him. It was dinner time.

At that moment, people in twos and threes crowded in. A girl glanced at Zhang Yan, stared at her, and whispered to her partner: "This pair is really a match made in heaven!"

Yuanyuan said: "Thank you for your expense!"

Zhang Yan said: "You are too polite. It's still early. Shall we go out for a walk?"

Yuanyuan said a little embarrassedly: "Just take a walk in front of our school?"

Zhang Yan replied cheerfully: "Okay, what activities do you usually like to do?"

"I only love running and playing badminton. My favorite thing is reading."

"That's good!"

"What about you? What activities do you usually like?"

"My hobbies are playing basketball, running, and playing chess. Now I also fall in love with reading."

"Then your life is very colorful!"

"Well, not bad!"

In this way, the two of them walked twice along the road at the school gate. The topics they talked about were all interesting things about campus, and the relaxed and happy feeling between friends was born.

Yuanyuan said: "Zhang Yan, I still have a lot of information to sort out today."

"Oh, it's okay. I'll come see you when I have time. Don't work too hard." He adjusted his glasses and said, with friendly and joyful eyes.

"Uh, I know, you should also pay attention to get more rest. Goodbye."

"Goodbye!" Zhang Yan waved her right hand and watched the round figure disappear around the corner of the campus, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.

As soon as he walked back to the dormitory, Zou Yali, who was in the same dormitory, asked Yuanyuan: "Hey, Ji Sanlang, are you going on a date today?"

"What's the date for? My boyfriend is at home." Yuanyuan said calmly.

"I saw a tall, handsome boy walking with you."

"That's a pen pal from the Chinese Department of W University. We used to correspond. His name is Zhang Yan. I always thought he was a girl. The photo he sent me also showed a girl. Who knew he was a boy."

Yuanyuan said.

"Does he want to approach you as a girl? You have to be careful."

"No, it was me who first mistook him for a girl. He told me about his sister today, and I understand his mood." Yuanyuan wanted to sort out the information, but because she had to talk, she had to make the bed while doing so.

, while telling Zou Yali Zhang Yan’s sad past.

After hearing this, Zou Yali sighed and said, "It's so tragic! This must have left an indelible shadow on his heart as a brother."

Yuanyuan also nodded sadly and said, "Well, when I saw how heartbroken he looked, I had to help him pick up the food. Fortunately, he calmed down his emotions. Otherwise, I would have blamed myself.
Chapter completed!