When he was a child, Ye Yin watched the drama "The Second Handshake", a girl who is said to be seventeen years old plays Ding Jieqiong, which is naturally too good-looking to describe. So seeing that the school's troupe was recruiting, Ye Yin also wanted to join, so she signed up, but Huang Shan, as the head of the art troupe, rejected her, saying it very tactfully and for her sake, because she had to work and couldn't guarantee normal rehearsals. Actually, if you get out of class, you will have time to rehearse. But Huang Shan scheduled the rehearsal after dinner.

Ye Yin didn't say anything, feeling very lost.

Liu Shanshan said Ye Yin, what are you going to play, you have to be more beautiful than Fanyi in Shi Ping's clothes. Look at it, Huang Shan can cover all the roles.

Ye Yin didn't understand, can a person play Sifeng and Fanyi in the play at the same time? She didn't ask, and she didn't have time to think about it, it was time to go to work, and tuition and living expenses were the most important.

The school's art festival performed "Thunderstorm" for two years, the first year Huangshan played the four phoenixes, and the second year played Fanyi. A girl who resembles Yun Shu plays the role of Shi Ping. Liu Shanshan said to Ye Yin after watching the play, no wonder Zhou Puyuan didn't want to serve Ping.

Ye Yin suddenly realized what Liu Shanshan had said before. She suddenly felt stupid.

Tsinghua was also rejected by Huang Shan for reasons to join the troupe, she was very angry and complained to many classmates. Asahi also heard those discussions.

Tsinghua still stubbornly likes Xu, and when the poetry club is active, her eyes will chase Xu.

The girl who fell in love for the first time is shy.,Only the eyes can do it as if no one is around.,Or when everyone chats, they always lead the topic to Asahi.。 At this time, everyone will smile heartily, but no one will say anything.

Asahi is polite to everyone, but Tsinghua will be particularly excited about something, such as Asahi helping her lift the curtain on the door while she is fetching water for her to let her go first, such as Asahi helping her pick up a scattered notebook. It's not about showing off, it's about how gentlemanly Asahi is.

So, before she showed her heart to Asahi, everyone knew that she liked Asahi.

People always joke about the love affair that is only a layer of window paper, and everyone can see that Xu is not interested in Tsinghua.

Ye Yin sometimes wonders if he was like this to Xiao in high school. I laugh when I think about it, girls should be about the same. Therefore, she is often a listener of Tsinghua University. But after jokingly mentioning Tsinghua with Xu that time, Ye Yin didn't do anything again.

Tsinghua doesn't need anything else, just to implicitly let people share her thoughts.

The poetry club plays games and writes the shortest poems.

Ye Yin wrote that confiding is a hug before saying goodbye. Tsinghua saw and asked, and whom. Ye Yin said, and the wind.

Tsinghua writes that tears are water wrung out of the heart.

I don't know how Tsinghua confessed, and I don't know how Xu refused. In the middle of the night, when Tsinghua's sobbing was heard by the girls in the same bed, everyone guessed.

Qinghua rarely smiled, and Ye Yin always felt a little bad when she read her poems.

Actually, you're not a romantic girl

Because you don't like to play in the rain

Even though you often come and go in the rain

Explore an age-old topic

The beautiful moment is engraved with an eternal why

Too many of your memories belong to the rainy season

Even though the sun was soft at that moment

Warm tranquility hovers in the heart

The beginning of tranquility gave birth to something that could not be done

The tide is walking into the mist and rain

I don't like the rain in the woods, you still are

The rain went many times and you write a poem for each leaf

and with your clumsy pen with a song

Bounce up and freeze you, but over and over again

Let it whirl around in your small world

The forest turned yellow, green, green, yellow

You quietly pick up every fallen leaf

It's like collecting a haggard heart day by day

You moisten each piece actually

Air-dried leaves so that they do not deteriorate

A few circles on the leaves are shallow and you draw them with your heart

After looking at it for a long time, you want to stop talking

The dull notes still linger

The rainy season comes and goes freely, without giving or taking

That's how you pull your tireless handwriting

Everyone can see that this is written for Asahi, pure and sad.

Xu didn't know whether he really didn't know or pretended not to know, but he just commented on Tsinghua's poems on a case-by-case basis.

Ye Yin sympathized with Tsinghua and felt that Xu was cruel and helpless. More and more alienated Asahi. Xu also felt it, and always wanted to explain to Ye Yin, but he couldn't talk about it.

Perhaps, having seen Mori and experienced the burning thing, Asahi's mood is more complicated than Ye Yin, who can say.

In the eyes of others, Xu was depressed, but Ye Yin was busy with his livelihood, and he had no time to take care of it except for classes and part-time jobs every day.

Ping later sent a letter to Grandma Li to inform Sen of the true situation, but Rong did not tell Grandma Li, but fortunately, Grandma Li was confused and did not know how to investigate. Ye Yin lost his smile for the sake of the forest.

Many of the poems written by Xu for Ye Yin, even if they were published in the school newspaper, Ye Yin never knew about them, because she was too busy to read them. Asahi thought she should be able to see it.

Liu Shanshan once sighed in her heart, what can she do when she sees it? Ye Yin still has to earn his own tuition, and Xu still hides in poetry and hesitates.

Many years later, Liu Shanshan had a trace of regret, feeling that if she pushed this matter, maybe everything would be different. She said to Ye Yin that she doesn't want to put aside the burden of life, maybe Asahi is the best for you. Ye Yin smiled, all assumptions are ideal, and nothing can be left behind in life.