Give the rest of your life

He Siyu heard about Lin Yao's recent situation at a classmate's wedding.

This day, He Siyu put on a pure white sweater, tight jeans on her legs that have a strong sense of shape, and a pair of brown calfskin shoes on her feet. Looking in the mirror, she seems to have lost weight, and she really depends on clothes The horse rests on the saddle.

"He Siyu." The bride called her.

He Siyu looked at the woman in a white wedding dress in front of him, "Congratulations, we have been married for a hundred years and gave birth to a son soon."

He Siyu smiled and said polite words that have not changed for a hundred years.

"Long time no see. If I hadn't asked for your phone number from the monitor, I wouldn't have been able to contact you at all." The classmate smiled brightly, and the forehead lines almost appeared on his forehead.

He Siyuxin said that the person who has not been in touch with for almost ten years is now looking for me when he is getting married, and it is not because of the red envelope.

But there was still a polite smile on his face, "I've been running around all these years, changing my phone number all the time, and I couldn't get in touch with many of my classmates. Now thanks to your wedding, we're together again."

"Look at what you said, didn't the monitor say that from this year on, the students in our Class 1 get together every year, the friendship between classmates has been broken for so many years, how can it be said that it will be broken, what a pity!" The classmate held her hand Hands, clapping kindly, just like greetings from leaders.

He Siyu smiled awkwardly, "Yes."

The so-called class reunion is basically a celebration party for the winners and a banquet for the losers.

Therefore, He Siyu seldom participates in such activities, so just find an excuse to push it over.

He Siyu has graduated five years ago. He majored in Chinese in university. His grades in this major are not low. Although there are many counterpart jobs, the overall salary is not high.

He Siyu's parents wanted her to be a language teacher, and she was good at both elementary and junior high schools. At least she had a stable job and no worries about food and clothing.

He Siyu doesn't like the profession of a teacher, she wants to work as an editor in a publishing house.

When he was in college, He Siyu worked as an editor for the school newspaper. Although the manuscripts were very boring, whether it was news or beautiful articles, He Siyu still enjoyed the happiness that this student job brought to him.

Later, He Siyu went to several local publishing houses to apply for jobs, but all of them were rejected because they did not have the relevant certificates. The publishing houses said that they should start with proofreading, but the writing that He Siyu had always liked seemed to be possessed, and it was against her.

He Siyu failed the exam many times.

In the end, I could only compromise with my family and went to work in a school of my father's friend.

As a high school Chinese teacher, He Siyu feels that his life may be like this in his teaching work day after day.

In another two years, I will find a man whose family is satisfied with my eyes, get married, have a child, and live as a family of three.

Maybe a little boring, but my life has never been wonderful.

For more than 20 years, I have been telling you plainly that my ordinary self is an inconspicuous girl in every class.

There are girlfriends, friends, but unfortunately they are all like her, everyone is equally inconspicuous, so even if they get together, no one will care.

No one went to make a small report to the teacher—the teacher, He Siyu, and the others huddled together and gossiped all day long.

Occasionally, if someone did not come to class, almost no one would ask about it, unless it was the class teacher who would just ask casually.

For skipping class, He Siyu is timid and has always followed the rules. Naturally, her friends are also like her. How can there be a bad child who skips class.

If He Siyu has had outstanding and eye-catching friends over the years, he still has them.

That person is Lin Yao.

"By the way, Siyu, did you know that Lin Yao has returned to China?" The classmate's words brought He Siyu back to reality.

"Not sure." He Siyu lowered his head, grabbed the hem of the sweater with both hands, and subconsciously didn't want to have any more contact with Lin Yao.

The classmate didn't seem to realize that He Siyu didn't want to talk about this topic, and continued to ramble, "Didn't Lin Yao have a good relationship with you when I was in school? I still remember that Lin Yao was one of our top flowers. She was very popular and long-term. She is beautiful, good at studying, and able to talk to anyone, but her best friend is you. We were quite strange at the time, and thought that you and Lin Yao didn't seem to be able to play together very well, alas. Yu, don't be angry, I don't mean anything else, I just feel that you are a little bored, Lin Yao is so cheerful and alone, the aura of the two of you is always weird."

He Siyu smiled wryly, "No."

"After graduating from high school, Lin Yao went abroad with her family, and she hasn't come back for so many years. Haven't you two been in touch?"|The surprised eyes of the classmates made He Siyu feel uncomfortable.

"At that time, there was only a landline. After she went abroad, my family also moved and changed the number, so we lost contact."

The classmate nodded, "No wonder..."

The banquet was over, high school students clamored to go to ktv to sing, He Siyu didn't want to join in the fun, said that she had to leave first because of something at home, the monitor said she was a disappointment, He Siyu laughed and said next time she would play till the end.

When He Siyu left the hotel, the biting cold wind poured straight into her neck, and the hem of the sweater got in a lot, making He Siyu shiver from the cold.

Standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus, the 3 bus usually runs every 201 minutes, but it never came.

In the end, He Siyu really couldn't survive the weather, so he reached out to stop the taxi. Perhaps it was really a coincidence that the empty cars that appeared frequently just now disappeared one by one, and all of them were occupied.

An hour later, He Siyu arrived home, and finally she stopped a taxi. Although there were five or six No. 201 buses just after getting on the bus, He Siyu still comforted herself, taking the taxi to be warm, warm.

He Siyu went home and took a hot bath before going to bed early.

That night, He Siyu had a dream, in which he returned to when he was 17 years old.

A transfer student came to the class, and it was said that he was transferred from No. [-] Middle School in the city.

He Siyu heard from her deskmate that the day when the transfer student came to pick up the books, He Siyu happened to be ill. As soon as she arrived at school the next day, her deskmate mysteriously held her hand and said, "He Siyu, you are new to the class. What a beauty, look at the boys in our class, tsk tsk, it's like you haven't seen a girl in your life."

He Siyu was a little embarrassed, he was not good at talking, he didn't know how to reply so as not to offend others and obey the wishes of the tablemate, so he nodded after a while, expressing his agreement.

The tablemate saw that He Siyu was still looking like he was dying, and sighed, he knew that he couldn't expect this boring gourd to say something constructive.

The second period was mathematics class. The transfer student entered the classroom. The head teacher called two boys to move the desks and chairs in at the door. Half of the face can be seen as a beauty embryo.

He Siyu has never been interested in gossip about transfer students, but he is at the same table, asking others about this transfer student every day.

"He Siyu, this girl used to be the monitor of their class, so she's doing well in her studies." The deskmate said, gnashing her tendons.

"You wipe the oil from the corners of your mouth before you speak..."

"Why are you so boring, cut, I won't talk to you." The tablemate saw that He Siyu was not interested in this topic, and was a little unhappy, so he took a tissue to wipe his mouth before turning to the back table to chat.

"Her boyfriend is the party secretary of their school. I heard that he is handsome and has money at home, just like someone who came out of a novel." The deskmate said enviously.

"Have you met her boyfriend?"

"No, I heard from the class next door."

"..."

He Siyu stopped talking, opened the Chinese book and memorized the text.

This was He Siyu's first impression of the transfer students.

All from the mouth of the same table.

The "little secrets" of the transfer students, the "love history" of the transfer students, and the "brilliant deeds" of the transfer students all come from other people's mouths.

It was May when the transfer student transferred, and swimming lessons were about to begin.

He Siyu hates swimming lessons.

She hates exposing her body in front of others.

Even in a bathing suit, I hate it.

He Siyu felt a little inferior. She looked at her moderately large breasts, almost no curve waist, and even though her stomach was flat, it wasn't even a trace of fat.

The only good thing is probably He Siyu's skin.

He Siyu has fair skin, like her mother, but her skin is not good, and she is allergic, which is like her father.

While changing clothes for swimming class, He Siyu found her relatives had come.

I clearly remember that I didn't come until a week later, why didn't I come to play early, but I came during the swimming class.

Already standing in the locker room, and there were no sanitary napkins available, He Siyu was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, there was no one in the whole locker room, and he didn't know where to borrow sanitary napkins.

"He Siyu?" It was an unfamiliar voice.

He Siyu turned her head and saw the transfer student looking at her curiously.

"Need help?" the transfer student asked her.

"I... my aunt is here, do you have sanitary napkins?" He Siyu asked her in a low voice.

The transfer student smiled, took out a pack of sanitary napkins from his cabinet, and handed it to her, "Here, can I help you ask for leave for the teacher?"

He Siyu took the sanitary napkin from the transfer student, and lowered his head in embarrassment. He always felt shy to get along with such an unfamiliar person. Although he had been in class with this girl for more than half a month, he still hadn't said anything about it. In a word.

"Well, thank you." He Siyu nodded.

When the transfer student was about to leave, He Siyu called her to stop, "That... that... thank you."

The transfer student looked at He Siyu's flushed face and smiled, "Lin Yao, my name is Lin Yao."

Went out after saying that.

Lin Yao, such a common name?

Thinking of this, He Siyu feels a little guilty. She has been in her class for so long, and not only does she not know the other person's name, but she has not spoken a word to her. If she didn't help her today, I am afraid that I will never have any interaction with her in my life, right?