The world is now and time has passed,

Maybe it all exists in time and the future,

Time will be included in the past as time passes.

If time were always now, all time could not be saved.

- Elliot

The first year of university went smoothly.

Shen Qingjia didn't have too much communication with Wen Zi as he expected: Shen Qingjia avoided all the meetings and words that he could avoid. If it can't be avoided, Shen Qingjia will try to calm himself down, don't think about anything, just simple words. More often than not, Shen Qingjia touched the ring on the ring finger of his left hand and told himself that it was different now. Because of Song Fusheng. This ring seems to be the embodiment of Song Fusheng, a witness to their feelings, and her protector in times of unrest.

Flowers never came back again.

Shen Qingjia also didn't go to the school to look for flowers.

As for Song Fusheng, because Shen Qingjia has always refused him to come to the school to visit, he has always respected her opinion, and he really didn't show up until the end of this semester. Zhuang Zhou is naturally the same.

Everyone's life seems far away, but it is close.

Song Fusheng would come to Shen Qingjia's house every week. The three of them had dinner and a party together. Everything was calm. I always thought that life would go on like this.

*

This is March 15, 2007.

The New Year ends today. Azirabin University opened.

Every year, the first day of school is lively. It's March, the season of spring flowers, although the air is still a little cold and cold, but the enthusiasm of the students has not diminished at all. Song Fusheng is still the most favorite boy of the senior sisters and sisters in the school, and Zhuang Zhou's popularity is also very high, but he is ranked behind Song Fusheng.

Shen Qingjia didn't understand that Song Fusheng had to pull himself over to report with him.

"You're still so reluctant." Song Fusheng touched her hair, and her hair was rubbed a little messy. Today, Shen Qingjia didn't tie his hair, his long black hair danced lightly in the breeze. Beautiful.

"You." Shen Qingjia straightened his hair that was a little messy. She was reluctant, but she wasn't really that unhappy.

"Who made your school one year behind us? In exchange, I can also accompany you to the school to report. Song Fusheng smiled.

"No, no, no." Shen Qingjia hurriedly waved his hand.

"I've decided. Otherwise, you're always going to lose. I'm going to come. "Song Fusheng.

"I'll come too." Zhuang Zhou echoed with a smile.

"Can you two not be so tacit sometimes." Shen Qingjia shook his head. There's no way she can do anything about the two of them.

"Ahh Not again. Zhuang Zhou saw a girl with maroon curly hair walking towards them from a distance, and hurriedly patted Song Fusheng's shoulder and reminded.

"Who? Acquaintances? "Shen Qingjia didn't know who Zhuang Zhou's was. Could it be a classmate? So she also looked in the direction of Zhuang Zhou - it was a girl, very cute, and her short hair was also very sweet.

"Well, a class. But that's not the point. Ah, here, you'll find out later. Zhuang Zhou didn't finish his words and continued to sell Guanzi. The short-haired girl had already approached, and as if she hadn't seen Shen Qingjia, she ran directly in front of Song Fusheng-

President! Thank you for your continued attention!

She actually grabbed Song Fusheng's other arm directly! Is this when I'm dead?

Shen Qingjia's face immediately became gloomy.

"Who are you?" Shen Qingjia's tone was cold and murderous.

"Huh?" The girl reluctantly glanced at Shen Qingjia, a good-looking girl, but a little gloomy, not cute at all. "President. This is your friend. ”

"It's a girlfriend." Shen Qingjia walked over and directly took away the short-haired girl's hand, she pulled Song Fusheng to her side, and held Song Fusheng's other arm very intimately.

"I'm your president's girlfriend." Shen Qingjia emphasized again.