Huang Yiyi looked at me desperately and said sadly, "Zhuge Xingliang, where are our dreams? What should we do with our dreams? We said we would go to high school together, go to college together, study abroad together, get married together, and slow down together.
What should I do with my dream of growing old slowly?”
I was a little ashamed, and this shame made me panic, and I lowered my head.
dream?
The dream of Huang Yiyi and I, we once had the same dream, and we worked hard together. I turned around from a poor student to the second best student in the city. I also gave up a lot for our dream.
, including my status as the top dog on campus, including those little brothers who follow me around.
If everything goes smoothly, Huang Yiyi and I will continue our dream without any distractions. However, Zhang Miaomiao's sudden death and Teacher Zhu's dejection and madness forced me to give up this tiring dream.
"Zhuge Xingliang, what are we going to do with our dreams?" Huang Yiyi asked again, her voice a little sad.
"I'm sorry, Yiyi. It turns out that I really can't do it. I thought I could, but I can't. Now my mind is full of no dreams, only hatred. It turns out that we are not suitable."
When I said the last sentence, I fell down directly on the bench. Oh my god, do you know how much determination I have to make to say such a sentence? But, there is no way, I have to do this.
Say it.
I want to have a decisive battle with Xu Hongyang, and I don't want to drag Huang Yiyi down like this.
I am a rogue student. Although I tried to change it for a while, I can't change what is destined.
Huang Yiyi is a school beauty with excellent academic performance. It turns out that we are not from the same world.
Once upon a time, our worlds intersected, but now, our worlds have begun to diverge. In the future, our worlds are destined to be parallel.
Huang Yiyi said desperately, "Zhuge Xingliang, you finally said this, you finally want to be who you were before, you are still the rogue student."
I lowered my head dejectedly, and I heard her words in my heart.
Huang Yiyi stretched out her hand, pulled me up from my seat, and stood up. She hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear, "Liangliang, don't say anything.
Let’s not think about the future anymore. Let’s read a book quietly with me tonight, okay?”
I know that the same dream brings us together. Without this dream, we will be separated. We understand each other too well. She is a good student and I am a bad student.
She has always been a student with excellent academic performance. I have always been a rogue student. Although I once took the exam and ranked second in the city, the blood of bad students flows in my bones.
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It was also the last night of my junior high school career when I accompanied Huang Yiyi to self-study. It was as if nothing had happened to the two of us, as if we still loved each other as before, as if our dreams were still there, as if, we
Still passionate love.
Read books, endorse, ask questions, and write from memory.
Finally, the doorman came up and urged us several times, but we had no choice but to go back downstairs.
The moonlight that night was really beautiful. Walking on the empty street, we held hands and walked slowly.
Walking under the street lamp, she suddenly stopped, turned around, faced me, and asked me softly, "Will you come to class tomorrow?"