In the midsummer of that year, the math genius met the all-round science guru.
One is venomous and cold-mouthed, a bit unbeatable, and always likes to sleep on his stomach;
One is enthusiastic and magnanimous, a bit serious, and full of tenacity in doing things.
Some likes are never impulsive, but grow quietly during countless days of moving forward side by side.
If we could go back to that day, Jiang Ye might say loudly: "Lin Zhixia, I will definitely miss you."
Reader comments
The first time I wanted to write a novel was when I was in elementary school fourteen years ago. I wrote a few thousand words. After reading it once, I felt sick to my stomach, so I gave up.
The second time I wanted to write a novel was when I was in junior high school eleven years ago. I wrote a few thousand words. After reading it again, I felt sick to my stomach, so I gave up.
The third time I wanted to write a novel was four years ago in college. I wrote 30,000 words. I read it once and cried. The second time I read it, I felt sick again, so I gave up.
This year I quit my job on the Internet and I had some free time. A sentence from a friend brought my mind back to the past. But I have forgotten many things in the past, so I think I should leave some traces, not all of them, just part of them.
My goal now is no longer to become a writer, and I know that I can't be called a writer. Now I just want to finish writing.
The first time I wanted to write a novel was when I was in elementary school fourteen years ago. I wrote a few thousand words. After reading it once, I felt sick to my stomach, so I gave up. The second time I wanted to write a novel was when I was in junior high school eleven years ago. I wrote a few thousand words. After reading it again, I felt sick to my stomach, so I gave up. The third time I wanted to write a novel was four years ago in college. I wrote 30,000 words. I read it once and cried. The second time I read it, I felt sick again, so I gave up. This year I quit my job on the Internet and I had some free time. A sentence from a friend brought my mind back to the past. But I have forgotten many things in the past, so I think I should leave some traces, not all of them, just part of them. My goal now is no longer to become a writer, and I know that I can't be called a writer. Now I just want to finish writing.