Love has always been a mystery of the authorities, and the onlookers are clear, and the deeper the love, the more stubborn it is. Adults still can't figure out what true love is, let alone a little girl's house that has not yet opened its love.

Tang Yao did not sleep deeply that night, and had no dreams all night in a blur. Tang Yao woke up at the first bird call in the morning. Tang Yao didn't lie in bed, nor did she turn over and fall asleep again as usual. She got up, sat down at her desk, pulled out the plan she had written before, and read it silently twice.

Now that the old book has turned over new chapters, the plot of the story has suddenly created a new main line. Tang Yao had to take a good look at the current situation and adjust the next battle plan.

Tang Yao copied the collected shortcomings one by one, crossed out the ones that had been corrected, and then drew two exclamation marks at the end of the sentence with a red pen to improve the ones that needed to be improved.

But for some reason, there was always a faint sadness in a corner of my heart, and a faint sorrow was like a morning mist surrounding Tang Yao's body and refused to disperse. It's like a lonely wail, or a shallow outpouring. Those details that were often overlooked by Tang Yao sneaked in in the form of slides while Tang Yao was weak-willed, and played them in a loop one by one, making Tang Yao can't help but think of Wuhan City's face wearing a baseball cap and appearing in front of Meng Ran again and again. Tang Yao didn't dare to recall the expression of Wuhan City, whether she was looking forward to it or being determined, whether she was shy or happy. I didn't dare to imagine Meng Ran's appearance, for fear that any trace of emotion would be revealed, and I would be completely shocked. She doesn't want to be that superfluous person, guarding the beauty that doesn't exist at all.

Youth is a wonderful ode, the prelude and climax are celebrated by ourselves, no matter how ups and downs the content, how magnificent the mountains and rivers, in the end can not escape the end of the song, sighing and sighing. In the end, we have to comfort ourselves, and there will always be some regrets in life.

Tang Yao attributed all the storms since this semester to regret. What was missed, misunderstood, and slandered are all regrets that you can't avoid and must bear. Although the process is a little painful, and occasionally people want to struggle, it is not too desperate after all.

Tang Yao, a member of the literary and artistic committee, borrowed the light of Mu Sisi at the beginning of the school and exchanged the literary and artistic committee to Meng Ran. The reason is that at the beginning of the school year, Mu Sisi and Tang Yao's welcome edition of the newspaper was commented on by Meng Ran, and Queen Mu Sisi exploded in an instant. She turned around and rushed into Lao Yu's office, and fought with Lao Yu for two days, and finally Lao Yu compromised and transferred the class cadres in the positions of the literary and artistic committee and the propaganda committee to each other, Tang Yao switched from literature and art to propaganda, and Meng Ran changed from propaganda to literature and art.

Tang Yao is still very happy about such a change, otherwise with her current sluggish popularity, I don't know how the students will cooperate with the next cultural week. Tang Yao is happy, and the programming of the Cultural Week and the selection of repertoire have nothing to do with her. She is not even responsible for any promises made to someone last semester because she was out of necessity at work. For example, if Chen Shu quarrels, she only needs to spread her hands to express her sadness that she is not in place, and she is full of enthusiasm, but she can only love and helpless. Even if Chen Shu was unwilling, he had to find another way.

It is also an excellent thing not to partner with Chen Shu, or not to be favored by him, and to be concerned.