Have you ever found your name at the bottom of the list?
I have.
In the summer of 2006, 3,000 yuan was spent to send me to the County No. 1 Middle School. On the third to last line, my name is curled up there. What I didn't know was that on the same piece of paper, there was a boy at the bottom.
His name is Zhou Wenyu.
When he handed me the water, I forgot to breathe.
When he brought the steamed buns, I forgot to eat them.
When he made a move, I forgot to ask.
Later, the subjects were divided, he chose liberal arts, and I chose science. Later, when I repeated my studies, he went to the provincial capital and I stayed in the county town. Later, four years of college, 15 kilometers, one hour, no one said anything.
Later, he went to other places and I returned to the county seat. Five hundred kilometers away, we see each other once every six months.
Later on our wedding night, he asked me: Do you regret it?
Later, his daughter was born and he named her Zhou Shuyao.
Later, I finally asked him: What does that action mean?
He looked at me and suddenly smiled:
"I wanted to hug you, but I didn't dare. So I hugged myself."
Three thousand yuan bought a seat.
It took me a lifetime to understand one sentence.
Is it worth it?
What do you say?
From the third to last row to the wedding hall, we spent our entire youth.
Purpose: People who crawl out of the mud spend their lives proving that those things that make us feel inferior eventually become things that make us shine.