Miss Qianjin Chasing Diary

Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Memories
I disappeared.

I sat in the Ferris wheel, watching my feet slowly leave the ground, under the transparent floor, a person gradually became smaller...

Temporarily isolate yourself from the world, that's it.

When I opened the notebook that was always placed deep in the suitcase, but was never taken out, but always carried, tears fell instantly...

I laugh at my hypocrisy.

Most of the time, what makes people cry is actually memories.

The notebook is a bit old, and the off-white cover has turned a little yellow, which is a bit like the plot of a movie.I laughed and turned the first page. I thought the paper would have the same sense of age as the cover, but it was still as new and clean as the last time I saw it two years ago, and even smelled a faint smell of books.

My hands didn't tremble, actually.

There is a line written on the title page——

I think, I'm in love with you.

-June 2010, 6

The heart didn't tremble, didn't stop, didn't speed up.It was still beating so normally and purely.

This is the day before the college entrance examination, his birthday, the day I read this diary for the last time... I wrote it down in this notebook.

I was so excited that night, because I had worked so hard, because I was finally going to meet him.

My mother told me that as long as I was admitted to G University, she would let me go to Seoul.She must have never imagined that a sentence she said to encourage her daughter to work hard became the reason for her willful escape.

After a short circle around the sky, I isolated myself from this world, memories came into my mind bit by bit...

"Min'er, you are the first in the school again in this exam, you are amazing, if only I had half of you..."

I looked at the envious girl beside me and laughed, "You only want fifty cents?"

She was dumbfounded, and then glared at me, "I mean half as good as you! Dancing half as good as you, singing half as good as you, being half as popular... as long as that's all I'm content with."

I put my arms around her shoulders and told her seriously: "Yu Jing, I can assure you that you are definitely better than you imagined..."

She is a friend I grew up with. She is beautiful, she looks slender and slender, and she dances... In fact, in my eyes, she is better than me.It's just that she danced classical dances that fit her external image, while I learned various modern dances.

People always have a sense of admiration that outsiders can't understand for the fields that they can't reach, but they ignore their own strengths, and Yu Jing is like this.

It's not that she dances better than me, it's just that she dances in a different field, and they can't be compared at all.She sang, but always sang sad, tactful songs, and never followed the trend.She is as quiet as she sounds, and there are actually many people in the school who like her, but she feels sacred and inviolable, no one dares to cross the line...

Yu Jing is a very special person.

Special people always don't know where they are special. This is not humility, but ignorance.

Sometimes this kind of ignorance even becomes the unique charm of this special person, which is exclusive to oneself.

Yu Jing pursed her lips, her eyes lowered complicatedly, "Really? Right..."

"It's not 'really, right', it's 'yes'!" I glared at her.

She laughed, her long hair was blown by the wind, her side face was beautiful, "Yes, yes!"

While walking with her bag on her back, Yu Jing's phone rang, "An'an, where are you? Okay, wait a minute, I'll be right there."

(End of this chapter)