I can't remember when, or why, but I stubbornly decided that weeping in front of people was a very spineless thing.

Although I have heard similar sayings from others many times: parents and teachers are the last to see us crying, so there is no problem that cannot be solved by tears, but I have never been willing to exchange weak tears for sympathy.

That being said, even the strongest people will have moments when they can't bear it. For example, when the enormous and violent chaos caused by the mixing of various emotions instantly destroys all reason and faith, the tears can no longer be held back.

As far as I can remember, I have had one of the few times I have cried in front of everyone, and today's action can be regarded as the most puzzling of all.

Even the homeroom teacher, who has more than 20 years of teaching experience, could not understand the reason why I was so sad, so she could only comfort me while stuffing tissues into my hands.

I tried desperately to stop my tears, but the more I pushed myself, the more sad I felt. Perhaps I couldn't bear to see me in such a pitiful way, but the head teacher allowed me to go home early so that I could have enough time to discuss with my parents about changing my choice.

Under the escort of the homeroom teacher, I left the school without any problems. However, I wasn't going to waste half an hour of my windfall of freedom on meaningless conversations with my parents.

After all, like many parents, my parents only talk about studying hard and getting higher grades, and never think about how they can help their children plan for their future, such as what universities to apply to and what majors to choose.

Thanks to Uncle Jing Yehang's friend's treat, I was able to save money that I was going to spend on last night's fun.

With money in my pocket, I decided to sit quietly at the coffee shop I visited not long ago, and sort out the messy thoughts in my head by myself.

Before I could think about what school to go to, I had to choose the right major for me. As for how to choose a major, it is nothing more than to follow two guidelines, one is one's own ambition, and the other is the desire of others.

I don't need to look at myself to know that I'm just a mediocre person, with no hobbies and no specialties.

Due to the limitations of his vision, he often only knows how to follow the crowd and go with the flow. In this era where everyone can talk about their dreams, I don't know where to start even if you give me back the right to speak.

In short, I don't have any idea what I'm going to do in the future. Of course, I fantasized about opening my own coffee shop like Xu Yinyao's mother, working leisurely in the wonderful world of music, coffee and desserts every day, occasionally in a daze, enjoying a moment of leisure, however, through the Internet, I was surprised to find that Mo said that it was the start-up capital for opening the store, and the cost of studying related majors alone was enough to dissuade me from quitting.

When it came to career choices, my parents showed little tolerance. Finding a job that is stable and able to support my family is all they ask of me.

After all, with all they know about me, it's unrealistic to expect me to achieve something in my career.

As for what a stable job is, I am afraid that even they do not know. The waiter brought me a steaming cup of coffee and woke me up from my contemplation.

Looking at the empty seat opposite, I couldn't help but think of the night flight. We spent a lot of time discussing the volunteer, but ironically, I still don't know what his final choice was.

I didn't ask, but he didn't want to tell him. It dawned on me how stupid and ridiculous I was, to wishfully apply to a university in a strange city without knowing anything about Jing Yehang's future plans, just to see him often.

Not only that, but I also felt very aggrieved that I was not rewarded for my efforts, but I didn't know that he was very likely to be dismissive of my so-called efforts, and even thought that it was a great problem for him.

In all fairness, if I could start a new life in a new city and make new friends, who would be a rare friendship?

Thinking of this, I was sad again, and tears dripped down the coffee. If my old acquaintances in the string orchestra knew about my thoughts, I don't know how they would laugh at me.

Somehow, this thought popped into my mind. I remember that when we were discussing the choice of subjects in the past, Xin Tian was also worried about whether to choose physics like Yang Fan.

The troubles are similar, however, I am not as natural as Xin Tian to confide in others, after all, in Jing Yehang's heart, I am nothing but an ordinary friend of his.

If it were Xingyuan, the problem would be much simpler. I am convinced that she will choose to practice medicine like her parents, and even if she has to be separated from Xu Yinyao because of this, she will not change her decision.

In retrospect, it was this firmness in her heart that made everyone involuntarily trust her, and even the girls who were as arrogant as the string orchestra surrounded her with joy and convincing.

As a good friend of Xingyuan, I naturally hope to carry on her last wish and become a life-saving healer, however, as we all know, the admission score for medicine has never been high for students like mediocre students.

Even with Xingyuan's counseling, I still don't have full confidence that I can get in, let alone now I can only fight alone.

Before I knew it, the coffee in my cup had bottomed out, and as the twilight was falling outside the window, I sighed that it was time to go home.

Otherwise, you should apply for a local normal university instead...... No matter who you are asking, you can't go wrong with this answer......