President, he must be me

Tan Shaochen looked at it for a long time, then folded the printing paper back according to the original crease, stuffed it back into the envelope, and threw it into the trash can together.He looked at the beautiful bouquet of roses again, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and thought to himself: Forget it, the flowers did nothing wrong.

"Boss, do you have a bottle?"

"Yes, there was a glass bottle before, my daughter bought it...it's in the warehouse, look for it." The boss took a feather duster to dust the dust on the bookshelf, and said slowly, "Hey, she had to learn before. Flower arrangement is just a fresh picture, I won’t play in a few days, and spend so much money to buy glass bottles, and put them there to collect dust..."

The boss probably loves his daughter very much, and he can't leave her in three words, which makes Tan Shaochen faintly envious.

He carried the roses to the storeroom to search for a while, only to find the glass bottle that was really covered with a lot of dust, rinsed it carefully, filled it with a small bottle of water; then he unwrapped the roses and found a large bottle Scissors, carefully cut the paper of the flowers, and put them into glass bottles one by one.

On Christmas Eve, a bottle of roses was placed on the checkout counter of a second-hand bookstore; the young man sat beside him reading a book and listened to the sound of the store owner reading the news.

It was as if everything had suddenly slowed down, just right.

The young man thought of the man's face as if it had happened in his previous life.

Within a few days, Tan Shaochen met the boss's daughter.It was a woman about his age, wearing glasses, who was intellectually beautiful and cold.She entered the store with her laptop in her arms, and after saying hello to Tan Shaochen, she ran to the depths of the bookshelf, found a thick historical biography, carried it to the cash register and sat there, flipping through it while writing notes Take notes on the paper and stick it to the edge of the page.

Tan Shaochen quietly glanced at her screen, the screen was full of literary words, like a research paper.

——Worthy of being the daughter of a bookstore owner, she looks like a cultural person in every gesture.

As he thought about it, the peeking gradually turned into looking openly.

Several groups of customers came in and out of the store, and there were also two or three students standing by the bookshelf reading; Tan Shaochen went to make two cups of milk tea, handed one cup to the owner's daughter, and said softly, "There is a typo here..."

"Huh?" She raised her head and glanced at the screen, "Oh oh here...thank you."

"Have a cup of milk tea, it's cold." Tan Shaochen said.

"Thank you."

Although the other party only said a few words, the taste of a cultured person was spreading wantonly, which made Tan Shaochen feel cramped and envious at the same time.Drinking milk tea, the boss's daughter re-checked what she had just typed, as if she was tired, she suddenly twisted her neck and looked at Tan Shaochen next to her.

"You like history?" she asked.

"No..." Tan Shaochen shook his head honestly, "What are you writing about?"

"Papers," she said, "graduate students write papers every day."

"Graduate student..."

"Graduate graduates are pretty common now."

Tan Shaochen scratched his hair embarrassingly, and said slightly bitterly: "But it's still very good, I didn't even go to college."

"You can go to university anytime you want, as long as you want to study," she said lightly, "just like you can study whenever you want to."

"..."

After waiting for a while, she didn't wait for Tan Shaochen's answer, so she looked aside curiously.The young man lowered his eyes, his expression was normal, but somehow he seemed pitiful.She suddenly realized that she might have said something wrong, and maybe the young people had some difficulties that prevented them from studying, and added: "...now you can go to university by self-examination, college entrance examination, college entrance examination, undergraduate entrance examination...it's not that difficult."

"...I can't afford the tuition."

"Work-study is available, night school." She said, picked up a pen and wrote a string of words on the paper, tore it off, and handed it to Tan Shaochen, "Our school is OK... If you have any ideas, you can call me, and I will bring it to you." You can go to the school and check with the teachers in the admissions office; or you can call and ask yourself."

The note said: Jingyuan University, Department of History, Shu Qing.

"Wow... Beijing University..."

"You can study at Peking University if you want."

Tan Shaochen didn't know much about these things, but he vaguely knew that continuing education was not that difficult.Although the diploma is still different from the normal college students who pass the college entrance examination, for him, the diploma is not that important.The most important thing is knowledge and learning - Tan Shaochen has always told himself that contentment is always happy, but deep down in his heart he does not want to be illiterate at all.

He is very envious of Shu Qing.

A few days later, he took advantage of his one day off every week to call Shu Qing and asked her to take him around Beijing University, and Tan Shaochen made a decision on the spot. In order not to waste his adult college entrance examination results, he wanted to come to study. Peking University.

Tan Shaochen slowly plans his next life - he dare not say it is the future, because he doesn't know how much future he can have.But he feels very comfortable. He has something he wants to do, and he makes plans and completes the plan for this matter. Every small step will bring him more or less satisfaction.

It's just that when he looks at the calendar every day, he will be a little dazed.

New Year's Day is over, and the new year is here.

The New Year's Day holiday is over, and office workers and students are busy again.

Half of January has passed, and the [-]th will arrive soon.

...It was the day when Shen Yanwen was about to leave Jingyuan.

The life of clothes, hands, food, and mouth is far away from him, but Shen Yanwen is still in Jingyuan, not that far away from him.

Therefore, even if he deliberately forgets those things, he will always suddenly remember them inadvertently.Tan Shaochen was firm that he would not go abroad with Shen Yanwen, but once the time and distance lengthened, everything would become tedious, always grinding him and causing him to hesitate.

No matter what he is thinking or doing, time still maintains its exact pace, moving forward slowly.

After the store closed that night, Tan Shaochen went home as usual, took a shower, cleaned up, had dinner, and then lay down in bed to sleep.But he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, his mind was inexplicably chaotic, and all kinds of things came out and swayed.What to eat for breakfast tomorrow, the new book in the store, the plot of the novel he is reading recently, the boss said that the store will be expanded next month... The young man hugged the quilt, No. 11 turned over, still no sleep at all.

He forced himself to close his eyes and fall asleep quickly, but for some reason, a heavy sentence suddenly sounded in his ear.

——"I, Shen Yanwen, depend on you in my life."

"!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, and in front of him was the small apartment he was already familiar with, with old and yellowed walls.And there was no Shen Yanwen by his side.

Tan Shaochen let out a long sigh "ah", with his eyes half closed, he felt more depressed.

Why does he always think of Shen Yanwen? Did Shen Yanwen curse him.Obviously, as long as Shen Yanwen boards the plane going abroad and leaves Jingyuan, they will not have the chance to meet each other for a few years, and then the relationship will fade away, and the previous likes and dislikes will gradually return to nothing.When Shen Yanwen comes back, maybe one day when they meet, both of them can easily treat each other as a complete stranger.

This is actually very good and is the best way to deal with it.

But why, he just felt vaguely annoyed, bored, and felt that he was holding his breath and had nowhere to vent.

The young man rubbed his eyes, grabbed the phone beside his pillow to check the time; "00:52,1, January 20th" was written impressively on the screen.

——It turns out that NO.20 is here, and in a few hours, Shen Yanwen will be leaving.

And he will definitely not go to the airport, he will just go to the bookstore to open the door as usual, pack up those books, and sit at the cash register to make himself a cup of hot milk tea.

That's when... it's time to say goodbye.

Really, the word "goodbye" is outrageous. Saying goodbye may not mean seeing you again. Most of the time, "goodbye" means "never see you again".

He was thinking wildly, pressing the screen of the phone repeatedly, and watching the time slowly increase, as if he was keeping time.

"Buzz-buzz-"

"what……"

Very suddenly, the phone vibrated, and Tan Shaochen was so shocked that he didn't catch it. The poor phone hit the edge of the bed like this, then slid down, and fell to the ground with a "click".

Tan Shaochen was so distressed that he quickly turned over to pick up the phone and check whether the screen was broken.

However, a familiar name appeared on the screen.

It was Shen Yanwen calling.

At this moment Tan Shaochen's mood was very strange.Eerily calm.The panic of dropping the phone just now was soothed by this name, his breathing sank, but his heart was beating violently and chaotically.

Ten seconds later, the young man pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear.

"Shao Chen."

It was just over a month of no contact, the man's voice somehow became a little strange, wrapped in indescribable fatigue.

His lips twitched, but his voice couldn't come out, it was muffled in his throat: "Mmm."

"Come with me." Shen Yanwen still likes to get straight to the point, and doesn't like to go round and round.

The young man thought for a while before saying, "Bon voyage."

He heard the man smile bitterly.

Shen Yanwen said: "I will wait for you at the airport."

"...I said 'bon voyage'."

"But I don't want to," the man said, "I don't want to see you for two or three years."

"I'm sorry..." Tan Shaochen apologized subconsciously, and after apologizing, he reacted, "No, why do I apologize... I won't go, I really won't go, I'm doing well now, so I don't want to go either. You go, Good voyage... um, Gong Xi Fa Cai? Oh no, work hard..."

"..."

The young man was talking nonsense to disturb the atmosphere, but it had little effect, and there was still a gloomy atmosphere on the other end of the phone.

We can't talk any more, his intuition was telling him that if he said a few more words, he might turn his back on him suddenly, and then he couldn't help but look for Shen Yanwen.

While the man was speechless, he hastened to say again: "Goodbye...not really, see you again if you have a chance."

After the young man finished speaking, he hung up, put the mobile phone on the bed, turned himself No. 12 times, lay directly on the small window, buried his face in the pillow, and used the physical suffocation to fight against the dull pain in his heart.