Because of my mother's affairs, I hung up two classes in a row, which made my inferiority complex even heavier, and I was even more closed to myself, only knowing day and night every day, only knowing the classroom, dormitory and cafeteria, no one wanted to talk to me, and I was too lazy to talk to others, so much so that it was the second semester of my junior year, and it was a hot summer.

The classrooms had no fans and were extremely hot.

I lay down on the table and fell asleep for a while, but then I dreamed of that terrible scene, and suddenly I woke up to see that the diary on the table was soaked with tears, and I don't know when I had learned to cry silently like this. I quickly wiped it, but fortunately there were not many students in the classroom.

Closing the journal, I went out and washed my face. When I came back, I saw a mess on the desktop, and I quickly ran over to look through it, but I couldn't find the diary, and I was suddenly scared into a cold sweat. The diary writes all the things between me and Ruan Ming, and also writes about my sadness, pain, melancholy and confusion in the past year. If you can't let others see it, you can't.

However, I was a little panicked when I didn't see the diary that I had deliberately made a little old. I was in a bit of a trance all afternoon, forcing myself to walk around and peek around, but I didn't find any trace of the diary.

That night, I had insomnia. I thought of every possible possibility, maybe it was sandwiched in a book, maybe someone threw it away as garbage. Even if it's thrown away, what I'm most afraid of is that someone will see it, and if he hypes it up with ulterior motives, then, what should I do?

Who the hell is it? This is the second time I've asked myself that after my mom died, asking the night sky.

The next day, I arrived at the classroom early and was relieved to see the diary lying quietly on my desk. I opened it and looked at it, there was no trace of destruction, and the tears from yesterday noon were still there, perhaps picked up by well-wishers. I crossed my heart, patted my chest and said, "It doesn't matter, even if someone sees it, even if the whole school knows, I don't care, my ears are closed, my eyes are lowered, can't I still live? Yuexi, what are you afraid of?" In fact, these words are just two points of courage, and I have slowly gotten used to comforting myself like this over the past year.

It wasn't long before I realized that these words of mine had been heard. I often wonder if this is fate, whether all the love disasters have already been arranged, and I can't help but go through the disasters.

The abandoned office building of the school was actually a year before I entered the university, and I decided to tear it down and build it into a library, but then I put it on hold for some reason, and over time it became a study room for graduate students.

There is a staircase on the east and west sides of the building to reach the roof. Now the staircase is blocked, and the roof door is locked. When I first came to school, I could still take Ruan Ming to the east stairs to watch the sunrise in the morning, the west stairs to watch the sunset in the evening, and sometimes sneak to the roof of the building to watch the stars at night, chatting, reminiscing about the past, and looking forward to the future, which was my happiest time.

Now, with great difficulty, I climbed over the fence at the top of the staircase, went up to the highest floor, sat down quietly, and watched the rows of trees crowded together, and when the wind blew, there would be a rushing sound, which looked like the sea and sounded like a waterfall, just enough to overshadow the depression in my heart, and I wrapped my curled legs, rested my head on my knees, and watched the sun gradually sink, and I felt as if I had suddenly removed my heavy armor. Before I knew it, tears flowed out, and it was okay if there was no one here, so let myself be presumptuous again.

"Da~Da~Da......"

Someone came, and I opened my eyes suddenly, only to see a boy in a small floral shirt and black pants standing at the bottom of the stairs a few stairs away from me, staring at me, and my tears were still on my cheeks. This is the scene where Cheng Muhui and I met for the first time.