Colorful years

If you, dear readers, think this way, then you have greatly underestimated Zhang Cong. You should know that Zhang Cong, besides having an extremely strong sense of self-respect, is also a man of integrity, upright and incorruptible, and with a pure and kind heart.

He was unwilling from the bottom of his heart to be the third party, to steal someone else's love, and thus to cause harm to another innocent man.

Zhang Cong's face was extremely solemn at this moment, and his eyes revealed a complex emotion, including helplessness, pain, and a hint of determination.

He took a deep breath, as if to inhale all the turbid air of the world into his body, and then slowly exhale, as if this would expel all the troubles in his heart.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Fine, since you've made your decision, I respect it." His voice was low and heavy, carrying an indescribable sense of weight, as if every word carried the pain and struggle in his heart.

After saying this, Zhang Cong resolutely turned around. His movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation; however, his slightly heavy steps betrayed his true feelings.

He walked forward step by step, each step seemingly weighing a ton. The sound of his footsteps was exceptionally clear in the silent space, as if it were a painful cry from his heart.

His silhouette was stretched long in the afterglow of the setting sun, appearing lonely yet resolute. From beginning to end, he never turned around, perhaps because he feared that if he turned back, he would no longer be able to leave so resolutely, or perhaps because he didn't want the other person to see the sadness and reluctance in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Cong felt as if thousands of ants were crawling all over his heart, and the excruciating pain and unbearable agony made him almost suffocate.

His brows were furrowed, like two deep ravines, which he could not smooth no matter how hard he tried. His clenched fingers were slightly white from excessive force, and the knuckles even made a "crackling" sound, as if protesting the pain in his heart.

Zhang Cong knew perfectly well that letting go this time might mean missing out on a lifetime of happiness. However, his reason told him that this was a choice he had to make.

There are beautiful women everywhere under the sun. Why should a great man worry about not having a wife?

He stood by the window, gazing at the azure sky outside, and made a decision in his heart—to completely let go of his deep feelings for Li Hua.

Looking back, they were childhood sweethearts, spending nine years together on their academic journey. Those nine years were the most beautiful memories of their lives.

Back then, they were innocent and naive, full of endless expectations and dreams for the future. Zhang Cong remembers that every morning, they would meet at the school gate, the sunlight shining on them and reflecting their energetic figures.

Back then, they both harbored feelings for each other, but they were too shy to confess their love.

However, reality is often cruel. As time went by and they grew up, the distance between them seemed to grow ever wider. Now that things have come to this point, the pain of severing this relationship is naturally unavoidable.

Zhang Congming said that life is full of helplessness, and some things cannot be forced.

Thinking about it carefully, although they had a deep affection for each other, they never made a passionate declaration of love, nor did they ever experience romantic moments under the flowers and the moon.

Their relationship was more of a tacit understanding, an unspoken agreement. However, this understanding proved incredibly fragile under the weight of reality. They rarely exchanged emotional messages, never even engaging in the most intimate physical contact between a man and a woman.

In this way, when he decided to let go, he didn't feel too much pressure.

Since you've already decided to let go, just let it go cleanly and decisively; there's no need to dwell on it excessively anymore.

Zhang Cong kept telling himself this.

Just like Li Hua, when she met the colleague who was pursuing her so passionately, she was quickly captivated by his enthusiasm and threw herself into a new love affair without hesitation.

Zhang Cong thought to himself, "As long as she is happy, why should I bother with her?" So he began to try to adjust his mindset and use this method to soothe the pain in his heart.

At first, this self-comfort didn't work very well. Whenever the night was quiet, Zhang Cong would involuntarily think of the past, and those beautiful memories would flood his mind like a tide, stirring up waves in his heart once again.

He would recall every moment they spent together, every view they saw, every word they spoke. Those memories were so vivid, as if they had happened just yesterday. However, now all of that was in the past, and could never be retrieved.

He knew that only by truly letting go of the past could he embrace a new future. He began trying to shift his focus to work, dedicating a great deal of time and energy each day to keeping himself busy. He hoped to numb his senses through work and stop thinking about those painful things.

Gradually, Zhang Cong found that this self-comfort was actually somewhat effective. As time passed, his wounded heart seemed to heal. He no longer thought about the past as frequently as before, and those memories that had once caused him so much pain began to fade away.

He seemed to have woken up from a long nightmare and regained his rhythm of life.

Now, he can move forward without a care in the world, devoting all his energy to his work. He has begun to face life positively and strive to improve his abilities. He believes that as long as he works hard enough, the future will be even brighter.

Although a faint regret still lingers in his heart, he has learned to accept reality and grow from setbacks.

Let's focus again on the Yuanguping correspondent training course.