Wu Yingying only felt that her consciousness was slowly blurring, and the cries of the doctor and family and friends next to her were getting weaker and weaker.

She is a child who grew up in the countryside, the kind of remote rural area, accustomed to watching the adults farming and weaving women, she went to elementary school, junior high school and high school in the local area, except for a teaching building in the high school, the others are even bungalows. She can only see high-rise buildings on special occasions in her life. In her eyes, the five-story library in the county town is already the most luxurious place in the world. Until one time, she made it all the way to the finals in the competition because of her excellent math scores. So she took the hope of the whole school to take a car that only went once a day to the county seat, and then went through several turns from the county seat to the city where she was going to compete, and it was also the city where she met Han Yi for the first time.

It was Han Yi's first signing session.

Wu Yingying didn't know Han Yi at that time, but she only knew that the book building in front of her, which was five times higher than the library in the county town, would have a popular and famous new writer to hold a signing meeting tomorrow. She was very excited to love literature, so she stayed up all night in the book building, for fear of missing this opportunity to get in touch with a great writer, she used the money from two meals to buy a book by Han Yi in advance, she felt that after reading the other party's book and then going to the book signing was the least respect for the writer.

The story is very seductive and interesting, the love plot described in it is sweet, and the kind of life he never thought of written in the book made her yearn for it.

But somehow, with this yearning, when she saw the high-spirited Han Yi, the male protagonist in her heart naturally coincided with Han Yi's figure.

She took the book and followed the tone of other girls called Han Yi: "Big, please sign!" "Although I feel a little awkward about the word big in my heart, everyone else says so, isn't this what Uncle meant...... No matter.

Just as he was slamming into the nervous deer in front of Han Yi, Han Yi was stunned in front of it.

"Hmm...... What's wrong with you? ”

"Signed the wrong one."

Just as Han Yi was about to give him a new copy, Wu Yingying stopped him: "Didn't it be written in the big book that this kind of small imperfection that happens in life is the most precious." ”

It's that book, it's the book that has a "Yan" character written on it, and then a heart shaped on it.

Wu Yingying was very happy when she got the book, as if it didn't matter if she failed the competition, the book she got was unique, and after knowing that Han Yi was from the Normal University of T City, she vowed to be admitted to this university.

So a year and a half later, Han Yi became the president of the club in his junior year at that time, not only was he in the same department with Han Yi, he became Han Yi's pro-schoolmate, but also got Han Yi's recognition to become a member of their club, and even, he didn't have to go to the signing meeting this time, so he got the book given by Han Yi himself. So I stayed up all night and read him happily.

But this time, I heard that the president's new book has just been inspired, although I may not have had a chance to see it, but it is still worth it, so that Sister Ziqi and the president can be together...... In this way, I can let more people see the president's book, I'm just a little girl who was bullied and didn't know anything, but I saved the president, I'm awesome...... Wu Yingying smiled sweetly...... The heart rate drops to zero.

The line that has no more waves is the best explanation of her life to the world, like love for the world, meeting butterflies in the fragrance of the earth, and meeting you in the best youth.

The last one...... Let me be a confession to you...... President.

Wu Yingying's home was buried in the city because it was too far away, Han Yi funded a grand funeral for her family and sent it to the best cemetery, in fact, he knew that it was useless to do so, Yingying could not come back, the face in the photo would not be smiling, and she would no longer be shy or bullied. I won't jump anymore, lower my head, cross my fingers, and say, President, can you go and see Sister Ziqi...... will no longer stay up all night reading Han Yi's novels, nor will Han Yi rush everywhere to find someone to save Han Yi when he is in danger, nor will he block a knife for him and disappear like that...... Like Chen Xiaolu back then.

Han Yi was in front of Wu Yingying's tomb, this time he didn't cry, maybe he was mature or numb, the deceased was like this...... But it's still sad, but I still can't forget the past, Yingying...... Will it be a time that I can't forget?

Like Xiaolu......

……

It was Yan Shuang who had just left, and Han Yi's mood was lonely, although he didn't expect to be separated for so long, but at least the next college entrance examination review life meant that there was no Xiaoshuang to accompany him.

At this time, Hu Lei and the others ran over and said with a sad expression: "Xiaolu...... Something went wrong. ”

Time goes back to the evening two days ago.

Han Yi looked at the thousand paper cranes given to him by Chen Xiaolu again by the moonlight on the roof of the building.

It was a birthday gift from Chen Xiaolu to Han Yi when Han Yi celebrated his birthday, and each of the ninety-nine thousand paper cranes was full of love words to Han Yi.

He had just learned that Yan Shuang was going abroad, and he thought that if he had determined that he liked Yan Shuang, and there was no way to give Chen Xiaolu the answer she wanted, he should be ruthless and not leave this thought.

So, Han Yi slowly turned those thousand paper cranes into pieces, and then tore faster and faster, faster and faster.

Ninety-nine broken thousand paper cranes were scattered in the air by Han Yi at the same time, and Chen Xiaolu, who happened to be passing downstairs, looked up, like a sudden snow. For Chen Xiaolu, this snow is undoubtedly the coldest snow, cold to the most fragile point in the depths of his heart, like a sharp blade cutting his soul.

The scraps of paper fell lower and lower, and Chen Xiaolu's eyes, which were full of suspicion and resistance at first, finally burst into tears when they saw the handwriting on the shredded paper.

However, Chen Xiaolu did not despair of Han Yi, no, it was her already desperate heart that came back to life with the news of Han Yi and Yan Shuang's breakup. And she thinks that Yan Shuang's going abroad is a good opportunity given to her by God.

Back to today, even though it was pouring rain, Chen Xiaolu still ran excitedly in the direction where Han Yi was. However, just as she rushed towards Han Yi with hope, an oncoming car smashed her dreams and destroyed her smile. Time seemed to slow down, and he could hear the exclamations of pedestrians on the side of the road, the screeching of the wheels, and his own faint breathing. But she couldn't hear her own voice, because she no longer had the strength to speak, all she could do was to fight with her last bit of strength and hold the box in her hand, which was the box to be given to Han Yi.

Chen Xiaolu fell in a pool of blood, and she fainted.

In the hospital room.

She tried her best to open her eyes, but she could only rely on a vague consciousness to feel Han Yi who was called over by everyone.

Han Yi opened the box, and in the most conspicuous position, there was a note.

"Han Yi, I know you hate me very much, but I'm not afraid, I will always follow in your footsteps, and one day, you will recognize me. - Xiaolu

Han Yi's mood became more complicated after reading this. The girl who fell in front of him liked him deeply, but he couldn't help at all, and even because he liked Yan Shuang, he couldn't even say a word to lie to her when her life and death were uncertain. I only sat helplessly and prayed that she would be safe,

Han Yi just sat on the side like that, looking down at the contents of the box again, but it made him fall into a stupor again.

It was the thousand paper cranes that Chen Xiaolu spent two days rebuilding and was torn apart by Han Yi, each one of them was so hard and touching.

Han Yi's eyes were glazed as he held up a thousand paper cranes with one hand and hugged the box tightly with the other.

In the end, Chen Xiaolu left forever.

On the day of Chen Xiaolu's funeral, it rained heavily again.

Like the day of her accident, the rain covered everything, and the tears that God shed for her were frozen by sorrow.

Chen Xiaolu's cold body is like a flower bud that will not bloom again after withering, poignant and sad.

They said that Chen Xiaolu died with a smile.

Perhaps, at the moment when her consciousness was about to disappear, she saw Han Yi holding the box tightly.

Chen Xiaolu on the portrait is still smiling very brightly, reminding people of her during military training, the one who stood up bravely, and the one who made everyone admire.

Han Yi offered a bouquet of flowers to Chen Xiaolu without saying a word, and sat in front of the portrait and looked at the smiling Chen Xiaolu sluggishly, and memories surged like a tide. It devoured his reason and made him cry silently in front of everyone.

Fang Siyi walked over and squatted next to Han Yi, it was the first time she saw Han Yi crying so heartbreakingly, she understood that Han Yi was sorry for this girl who had done so much for herself because of guilt.

And what worries Han Yi the most is that she is looking for something on her way, and when she falls, she is holding the thousand paper cranes that have been torn to pieces by herself.

If she could do it all over again, Han Yi would definitely be kind to her, pay more attention to her, and be less indifferent; If he could do it all over again, Han Yi would definitely put away those thousand paper cranes and keep them well, even if he didn't look at them; If he could do it all over again, Han Yi even hoped to die for her, as long as she could come back to life and smile at herself again, he would be willing to do anything.

This girl who died for herself seems to have a more special meaning for herself than Yan Shuang.

If she left behind those thousand paper cranes, would she not die, and if she was not so ruthless, would she not die.

So many ifs, alas, no ifs.

Chen Xiaolu's grandfather walked over and put his hand on Han Yi's shoulder.

"Kid, it's not your fault."

"Grandpa, do you hate me?" Han Yi asked with a sob.

"No, it's not your fault, it's Xiaolu that this kid is too stubborn."

Chen Xiaolu's grandfather's flat and gentle tone was filled with sadness that was difficult to hide.

Han Yi looked at Chen Xiaolu's portrait and was silent for a while.

"Then you say, will Xiaolu hate me?"

"No!" Grandpa Xiaolu said firmly, "She only hopes that you can be happy." ”