Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"I used to just refuse to grow up, but now that I think about it, people can't always live in their own ideals."

Gracefully holding the water glass, Song Jiajia had a self-deprecating expression on her face, "Life is always unsatisfactory... Good night, I'm getting married, aren't you happy for me?"

Barely cheering up, Mu Wan'an looked at her, "What kind of person is he? How is he treating you?"

"I'm a doctor, and my job is good. My mother likes it very much. It should be said that people from that era like it very much. They have decent personalities and family backgrounds."

Speaking of this, Song Jiajia's eyes finally became lively, "Speaking of which, both of us are married, and within this year, both of us married ourselves. Are you going to marry me?" What should I do? You can't always spend the rest of your life alone, can you?"

After understanding what her friend meant, Mu Wan'an shook her head, and she sighed:
"I know your kindness, but if I can't get over this hurdle myself, no matter how much you say, I can't accept it. Thinking about it carefully, in the past few relationships, I have always made the same mistake. Wrong, I am too easy to invest in a new relationship. The so-called giving personality is what I am talking about. If I am still so tired, I don’t want to fall in love again. As you said, at this age, I still What are you fussing about?"

"Look, you just said about me... don't you do the same now?"

Can't help laughing, Song Jiajia looked at her, "You are different from me, I am forced by the pressure of life so I can't enjoy being in love. But now you are like the heroine of a fairy tale, your life is only a few decades, just treat it as a game, What do you have nothing to lose?"

"Those words you couldn't say before."

She couldn't help but look down at the cup of fruit tea in front of her, which she ordered for herself, and Mu Wan'an couldn't express the sadness in her heart.

After seeing off Song Jiajia, when she returned to the hotel by car, she saw the high school she had attended, couldn't help but stop the driver, and walked in by herself.

Because the new campus is going to be built, the old campus here is vacant. When people walk in it, even time seems to turn back. She stood in front of the classroom where she had been in the third year of high school, facing the empty classroom, and suddenly remembered own high school days.

Her high school was a little more cautious and reserved than others.The only luxury and relaxation in life probably come from his good friend Song Jiajia.

They are people from two worlds:
Song Jiajia is the cultural and entertainment committee member of the class. She comes from a wealthy family. She has a great father who is often mentioned by the teacher. Her mother is also elegant and generous. She is also very popular in the class. No one will not like a lively and cheerful classmate;

And she grew up in an orphanage. Although the head teacher didn't say anything, the classmates would discuss behind her back—there are too few children who can go to high school and grow up in the orphanage. Except for her, most of the orphanages went out to work after completing the nine-year compulsory education.

Occasionally, she wondered, where did the children who lived together go?Why is there no news after parting like water flowing into a river?
No one could tell her why, just like no one could explain why Song Jiajia became good friends with her.

One is a girl from the sky, and the other is an orphan who is low in the dust.

Later, in order to chat with her from time to time, Song Jiajia deliberately chose the seat next to her. She would often quietly hand over a small note when the teacher was teaching:

"Good night, do you know that boy in our class likes you?"

"Who?"

She glanced at the teacher who was impassionedly solving the problem, pretended to be taking notes, and pushed the note back.

"It seems that you don't know. If you don't know, forget it. But I have something to share with you. Ji Chen and I are together!!!"

She used several exclamation points, presumably very happy, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth, and then wrote:

"Is it the school girl who is a grade higher than us?"

"It turns out that you are not a nerd. You also know these gossips. Hahahaha yes, it is him. I thought he would be difficult to catch up, but I didn't expect it to be easy to catch up. But I think Xu Shuo is actually the leader of our class. It’s not bad, one Jichen and one Xu Shuo is simply the facade of our middle school!"

"Is it so pretty?"

She shredded her original note and wrote it on another piece of paper. Mu Wan'an knew that the teachers at this stage were strictly cracking down on puppy love, and she couldn't let her friend be caught by the teacher because of the small note.

The friendship between girls is extremely precious with the sharing of secrets. Mu Wan'an didn't know how her relationship with the school girl was developing, but one day, she suddenly handed over a small note during math class :

"Actually, I think love is the best when you can't get it. I used to think that Ji Chen was a high-altitude flower. Now when he says those nasty things to me every day, I wonder if he has changed. Core."

"Are you here to abuse single dogs?"

"No, I'm really complaining to you!"

After this sentence, Song Jiajia also drew a distressed emoji. Mu Wan'an couldn't help but smile, but immediately kept her usual calm appearance, and replied:
"Didn't you still think this relationship was very good before? Why did you suddenly feel this way?"

"Actually, I have always felt that we are all students now, and we are mostly emotionally liking, so we can't talk about love. I have only known him for a long time, and he said he loves me. I think it is too unreliable, and I suddenly feel a little bit Speechless."

Seeing Song Jiajia's words, Mu Wan'an sighed in distress. She didn't know how to relieve this kind of girl's mind, so she could only comfort her clumsily:
"I think you think too much. Isn't it a good thing that he likes you? It's not good if you are the only one who pays!"

"you're right!"

Encouraged by her friend's words, Song Jiajia was immediately full of energy. Seeing that her friend seemed to be recovering, she quietly tore up all the notes before continuing to study.

Song Jiajia's relationship didn't last long. Not long after the two of them chatted, she said with a frustrated face while having lunch:
"I'm single now too, I just broke up with him this morning."

"why?"

Somewhat curious, Mu Wan'an looked at her suspiciously, "Didn't you like him very much before?"

"I used to think he was the flower of Gaoling, a god in the sky, but now that the gods have descended to earth, I'm naturally not interested."

Quite bored, poking the food in the bowl with her own chopsticks, Song Jiajia looked up at her, "By the way, good night, haven't you ever thought about falling in love? How many people in our class are talking about it, besides, how old are you?" You look good and your grades are good, I don't know how many people like you."

"I don't have those thoughts for now."

Thinking of her own situation, Mu Wan'an couldn't help showing a hint of helplessness. The environment forced her to grow up. When she thought of the caring people who kindly offered her study, her expression became more determined:
"It's not that you don't know my situation. I'm different from you. I can't live up to the help of others."

"That's right, you'll meet better people when you're admitted to university!"

Song Jiajia's face was full of encouragement. She reached out and gave Mu Wan'an a high-five. After cheering up, she remembered what she said about going to college, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Well, I don't know what kind of person I'll be with in the future... But no matter what the future holds, I must find someone I like. Otherwise, what's the point of life?"

……

From before to now, the girl she thought would never compromise with life finally lost to life.

Mu Wan'an walked past those desks, followed her memory to find her own, and sat down slowly. She looked at the dark green writing board that hadn't been replaced with a dust-free blackboard, and looked at it in the darkening room. Not clear.

She has been sitting here until another figure appeared at the door, and she came back to her senses:

"It's you."

The two haven't seen each other for a long time. The former high school classmates, the lovers who treat each other sincerely, and the couple who share weal and woe, can't say anything else after meeting.

Mu Wan'an had mixed feelings in her heart. She didn't know how he knew she was here, but she didn't intend to delve into it further. She sat in her seat without getting up, but just looked at the familiar blackboard:
"Actually, I've known you since high school."

One Ji Chen and the other Xu Shuo were influential figures in middle school. Ji Chen was still a little far away from her life, while Xu Shuo was a classmate. Read sage books.

"I thought you had no impression of me at all."

The hands on the blanket became a little stiff, Xu Shuo looked at her, her figure looked so unreal under the dim yellow sunset, "At that time you rarely talked to anyone except Song Jiajia, I remember you always bowed your head Reading, doing questions... Others hate that political teacher because she asked the top ten people to go on stage to endorse, but that time is the time I look forward to the most. You stand on the stage and face us with a straight voice, It's like watching me talk."

"I am very grateful to you."

She looked back at him with some surprise, but that surprise was only for a short moment. In the past, she didn't know how to deal with this love that started when she was young, but now she can finally deal with it calmly:

"Thank you very much. I used to think that no one paid attention to me and no one liked me, but now I finally know that I am also liked by someone."

"Why do you think that?"

Can't help showing a wry smile, Xu Shuo stared at her closely, he finally understood something in his heart:

He lost her.

irreparable.