Those emotions that had been endured for a long time, after Yun Jiaoran's verbal bombardment, were like fierce beasts rushing out.

There was no sound of speech on the other side of the phone, only a cry of extreme sadness, one by one, which pierced people's hearts.

Yun Jiaoran didn't cry, but at this moment, her tears were also broken.

"Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Qingjia, you still have me. There didn't seem to be any particularly effective words to say, and there were only one or two words pouring out of Yun Jiaoran's heart at this moment.

"It's okay, it's okay." The words of comfort were pale, but it was all there was to be, and she gave her a hug in the air.

"Hmm. I'll be fine, don't worry. I don't know when I'll be able to really be happy. Shen Qingjia said. Her voice was a little choked.

"The results will come out soon, and we will all have a new life." See, a new life is waiting to wave at us?

"Well, it's going to be fine." Shen Qingjia nodded.

Zhuang Zhou originally came to Shen Qingjia to ask her if she wanted to go out for a walk and familiarize herself with the surrounding environment.

But as soon as he came up, he heard heart-rending cries coming from the room. He stopped at the doorway. His heart was shattered into a pile of pieces. He stood at the door for two minutes, and Shen Qingjia was crying all the time for these two minutes, she didn't speak, just crying alone, crying all the time. Zhuang Zhou quietly went downstairs, feeling a thousand things in his heart.

Later, the two of them talked about their wishes after the college entrance examination, and also talked about their dreams for the future. Shen Qingjia said that she hopes to be admitted to Zilin University and wants to take the Chinese major, but she wants to study art, and she has not thought of how to choose yet. Yun Jiaoran said that she still didn't have anything special to do, so she just let it be, if she could be admitted to Zilin University, it would be the best, if not, she would go to the second choice of Stella University, she wanted to study English and become an English teacher in the future. That's all for now. These are the words of two people in unison. When he said this, Shen Qingjia showed a smile for the first time in a long time. Although she didn't see it, Yun Jiaoran also felt her temporary comfort.

That's fine.

*

I've been dreaming lately.

After waking up from the dream, the pillow towel was a little damp.

It was a trail of tears.

The heart is very clear.

The content of the dream is also very clear, it is nothing more than an endless fire, nothing more than a figure without a voice, which is the closest to them. Everything is so powerless.

*

June 25th.

The results of the national college entrance examination can be queried online.

Shen Qingjia clicked on the website with a complicated feeling, entered his exam number ID number, and then saw the shocking number. Not an ideal number. She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and seemed to let go of the burden she had been carrying for a long time. Such a result is indeed expected. A minute later, she received a text message from Zhuang Zhou.

"You've checked your results, right? How? ”

Shen Qingjia thought that Zhuang Zhou downstairs was sending a message to herself, she was really moved by his comprehensive thinking, and he was also afraid that she would be sad and difficult to face if she didn't do well in the exam. But in fact, after that incident, nothing could make her more sad, Shen Qingjia thought. What is more tragic in this world than the destruction of a family. A person lives alone in this world, without support and without love.

"Chinese 111, Mathematics 119, Literature 211, English 99"

Shen Qingjia didn't hesitate for a long time and replied to him with a text message.

Zhuang Zhou received the text message and forwarded it to Song Fusheng. Shen Qingjia only scored 540 points, which is indeed Waterloo. But whoever knew that she had encountered such a tragic thing on the eve of the exam would definitely feel very good. No one could bear to reproach her. As a sign of respect, Zhuang Zhou also sent his scores to Shen Qingjia - 140 in Chinese, 148 in mathematics, 290 in literature and 145 in English, with a total score of 723 points.

"Congratulations. As for Song Fusheng, he did well in the exam. Shen Qingjia replied.

"Floating: 148 Chinese, 150 Mathematics, 300 Literature, 150 English, with a total score of 748."

"Congratulations to him, too. I think he should be our national college entrance examination champion. Shen Qingjia replied with a smile. It's a genuine laugh, a joy from the heart. Although she failed, Song Fusheng tested his own strength, which is his real strength. Zhuang Zhou too. Zhuang Zhou also exerted his maximum energy, everyone is so good.

"yes. The champion of the national college entrance examination must be him. Fusheng has always been very powerful. Zhuang Zhou said, "Although you may feel uncomfortable, I still have to say that you are not very bad." Every road will have its chosen one. ”

It's embarrassing to say anything at this time. However, a few of them are good friends and good rivals who know each other and know each other, so they shouldn't care about these things. Zhuang Zhou thought so.

Receiving Zhuang Zhou's text message, Shen Qingjia smiled. She's so generous in his heart. It's really gratifying.

"All roads lead to Rome. I'm fine, don't worry. I also made my choice. Shen Qingjia replied to the text message, opened the door by himself, and walked down the stairs softly.

Zhuang Zhou told Song Fusheng all of Shen Qingjia's words, and said to Song Fusheng - maybe you don't have to do those things, since she already has her own choice. All you have to do is trust her and help her behind her back, not all of them.

After sending a text message to Song Fusheng, Zhuang Zhou left the room and came to the garden, but he didn't expect Shen Qingjia to be sitting there.

*

Originally, Song Fusheng had already contacted several schools for Shen Qingjia, but after Zhuang Zhou said so, he decided to believe Zhuang Zhou's suggestion.

"I'll make sure she's going to have a way out at any time. At no time would she be alone. Song Fusheng said to Zhuang Zhou.

Is the haze finally over?

Song Fusheng looked at the sunny sky in the distance and thought like this.

*

It was sunny in the garden.

Roses, moon flowers, calla lilies, hyacinth mountain cherry blossoms, daffodils, and many other flowers that Shen Qingjia can't name, each flower is competing for beauty, so happy. It's a beautiful summer, a season that is more beautiful than spring. Shen Qingjia loves this season. She went to sniff the moon flowers nearby, and there was a faint fragrance coming to her nose.

"Do you like it here?" Zhuang Zhou asked.

"I like it. These flowers grow very well. Shen Qingjia straightened up, and she smoothed a strand of broken hair from her ear by the way. It's Zhuang Zhou here.

"It takes a lot of time and money to cultivate these. A gardener comes to take care of it every day. Do you know all these flowers? These are rare flowers flown in from all over the world. This is a cannonball flower from Malaysia. Over there, it's Camellia. ”

"Camellia I know. She is known as the Queen of the Tea Clan. The golden flowers are huge and vibrant, and they are very graceful and luxurious. ”

"You know quite a bit."

"But there are many more that I can't name. I don't see that you like flowers and plants so much. Shen Qingjia said.

"Okay." Zhuang Zhou wanted to say that it was Song Fusheng's little interest. He is very patient and interested in planting these flowers and plants. He doesn't really have any special interests other than writing. "Have you been reading lately?"

"Look. The latest magazines were also bought. Shen Song's talent is still amazing. Speaking of his favorite writer, Shen Qingjia's face was a little more pink.

"Want to meet him?" Zhuang Zhou asked.

"Yes! He never appears to have been seen in front of the media, though. Shen Qingjia said with a little regret.

"I think he'll have a signing soon." Zhuang Zhou said.

"Really?! It's unbelievable. He doesn't look like the type to communicate with people. ”

"You're right." Zhuang Zhou snickered.

"But how do you know? I haven't seen any of this in magazines. Neither do other sites. Shen Qingjia was a little puzzled.

"Ah, I guess." Zhuang Zhou said.

"If it's true, then you're really super-god." Shen Qingjia gave Zhuang Zhou a thumbs up.

"That might be." Zhuang Zhou used his mobile phone to send a message to Song Fusheng as he spoke.

"I'm looking forward to it." Shen Qingjia said.

"I'm looking forward to it, too." "By the way, what the hell do you think?" Zhuang Zhou asked.

"Are you asking me which school I'm going to go to?"

Zhuang Zhou nodded.

"It's obvious. I can't be an alumnus with you anymore. I'm going to study art. When the time comes, choose an art academy according to the score line. I think there should be a school I can go to. Shen Qingjia smiled bitterly.

"Of course, it can be done. Do you want to be a painter in the future? That's good. Zhuang Zhou thought for a while and said.

"Painter, I think. I'll try. Maybe in the future, I will have the opportunity to give Shen Song's calligraphy and painting an inner page illustration or cover. Haha, it's just me talking about it casually. The way I am now, I'm daydreaming. Don't laugh at me. Shen Qingjia was a little shy when he talked about his dream, because he suddenly hooked up with his idol, which was a great but difficult thing. She didn't know much about Shen Song, except for the shining words, she didn't know anything else. Just like Hua Bijin once joked, maybe Shen Song is a married uncle. Or just a delicate little woman. No one knows what he really looks like.

Shen Qingjia didn't think what Hua Bijin said was wrong, no one had ever seen Shen Song's true face.

"One writes and one draws. Well. That's a good idea. I think it's doable! Very doable! Zhuang Zhou's words were a bit like saying to Shen Qingjia, and they were also a bit like a person talking to himself. Shen Qingjia didn't understand Zhuang Zhou's deep meaning, she thought that Zhuang Zhou was laughing at her, she really didn't know how thick the sky was. But if Zhuang Zhou really thinks so, there is nothing wrong with it.

And so it is.

"In short, even if you don't have the qualifications to paint him, you have to keep going. As long as you are willing to work hard, I believe that you will not always look up to him. Shen Qingjia is still very optimistic.

"I'm sure you can do it." I'm waiting for you to help me draw the illustrations. The words that Zhuang Zhou almost blurted out were finally swallowed back into his stomach. Don't mess up before the time comes.

"Thank you for believing in me." Shen Qingjia's face was flushed.

*

Hua Bijin sent a message to Shen Qingjia, which was the first message after the results came out.

"I missed out on Azusa Lim. Prepare to fill Stra University. "I originally wanted to tell Shen Qingjia about my score, but I didn't know whether Shen Qingjia was higher or lower than me, or decided not to say that. Hua Bijin has an intuition, she and Shen Qingjia University should not be together.

"I didn't get enough grades for Stella University. I'm going to apply for an art academy at random. Shen Qingjia said truthfully.

"Trust your choice." After a few minutes, Hua Bijin said to Shen Qingjia.

"Yes. No matter what, we must go on firmly. Let's do it together. Shen Qingjia didn't know if he was still worthy of saying this, everyone had to work together. She used to be poor, too. Now that he has become a person, he may only have countless sympathies left.

"Come on." Hua Bijin said.

*

Night.

Shen Qingjia lay on the bed and thought a lot.

Song Fusheng has not made a phone call or sent a text message to himself. Perhaps he was worried that no matter how much he asked, it would hurt her self-esteem. Because they could have stood under the same sky. Now she's lagging behind alone. It's better not to say anything than to say anything wrong. Shen Qingjia didn't blame him for ignoring her.

I don't know how. There is another thought that pops up very suddenly in my heart - do you still like him?

I like it.

In the darkness, there was still a silent answer without hesitation. No matter what happens, her love for him is undeniable. She's always liked him. Once upon a time, and still is.

But now this liking is even more indescribable, she has nothing to rely on, she can't give him anything, she can't be his help, she can't even stand on the same horizon as him.

I can only hide it deeply and continue to hide this heart.

Sometimes people start to think too much and inevitably have cranky thoughts, and when you start to think cranky, you start to lose sleep. Shen Qingjia couldn't sleep no matter what, she gave up struggling after turning back and forth on the bed a few times, and simply turned on the light. She draped a thin shawl and picked up a magazine on the bookshelf to look at. She easily flipped to Shen Song's column, an essay she had read many times. "Even one person can amaze the time". O one, everybody has a person, it's your powerlessness, and no one can really save you from the darkness except yourself. yes, yes. No one can really save you. But there must be someone who can light your lamp and be your light.

In the past, her home, her family was her light, Shen Song was her light, and she was also her light, and everyone in her life, warm people, were her light, more or less illuminating her life path. Now the lights are fading, and some of them have even gone out, but the warm heart is still warm.

This is the power of love.

After reading the book, I still didn't feel sleepy. Shen Qingjia decided to paint a few paintings to pass the time.

*

It was twelve o'clock in the evening.

Song Fusheng called himself. Zhuang Zhou really didn't expect it. He smiled and said to Song Fusheng: "Today is not my birthday, why are you calling me so much?" Do you miss me? ”

"Miss you. Seriously, why do you suddenly want to hold a readers' meeting? ”

"It's not that I want to do it. I think you can do one. ”

"Reason."

"Shen Qingjia is your loyal reader."

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