24 Little Things Between Gu Han and Me

The first time I "met" Gu Han started in an ordinary study group and started with a name. Just because of a senior's name that sounded like a girl, my heart "uncontrollably moved." Chunyu's writing is so real, it is very similar to those nonsensical heart-stirring moments in our youth. Maybe it's because of a nice voice, a pair of slender hands, a figure running on the court, or a special name. I don't know why this good feeling is there, it just makes no sense. I also followed the perspective of "Shu Yuan" and analyzed every "um", "383" and "get ready" that Gu Han said in the group just like reading comprehension. He talks little, is busy and mysterious, like looking at the scenery through a layer of frosted glass, blurry, but because of this he has all the wonderful possibilities. We who are in secret love seem to have often "imagined" such people! He is not a specific person, he is the collection of all our "beautiful" imaginations. "Climb upstairs to read group messages when you're exhausted from reviewing" "Observe his conversations with others like an outsider, smiling faintly through the screen." It's so like us in youth, carefully collecting everything about that person, but never easily disturbing... Later, Shu Yuan and Gu Han had "encounters" several times. Rubbing shoulders in the cafeteria, looking at each other from a distance on campus, and sitting at the same table at a wedding. Every time, she chose silence and distance. She didn't step forward bravely like many stories said, and didn't create a chance to get acquainted. She just watched quietly and then continued her life. It's like it has been played out thousands of times in my mind, but in reality it just stops at a nod. Then what particularly touched me was the scene of the collision in the cafeteria, "Our eyes passed by each other in the air, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment. I was dumbfounded and speechless, and he nodded to me and walked sideways." At that moment, my heartbeat accelerated and I was at a loss. After that, I thought about that moment over and over again, it was just amazing. Chunyu not only writes about her concern for Gu Han, but also about her pursuit of journalistic ideals. Postgraduate entrance exams, the hardships of preparing for the exams. A three-point and one-line life, every minute that is treated as a treasure, the anxiety of calculating scores, and the pressure of memorizing books to the point of going crazy. These details are so specific that everyone who has experienced postgraduate entrance examinations and college entrance examinations can relate to them. It's a pity that I am not as determined as Chunyu. What moved me even more was that "Shu Yuan" was also Chunyu's choice for his ideals. He gave up the engineering major he had been reviewing for half a year and started taking the journalism exam from scratch. "I feel like I'm gambling." How much courage there must be in this sentence! "There are 1.656 Million GRE candidates registered, and the country plans to recruit 517,000 people. This means that more than one million people fail every year, and it also means that one out of three people can pass the exam." I think Shu Yuan must have been shaken in those late nights, right? But dear Shu Yuan, you have really taken the leap and don't look back. "We insist on one thing, not because it will be effective, but because we firmly believe that it is right." Whether it is ideals or love. "Shu Yuan" went to Nanjing to take the postgraduate entrance examination not only to get closer to Gu Han, but also to get closer to his ideal self. A rented apartment for postgraduate entrance exams, a cramped room, cheap rice noodles, an alarm clock at five in the morning... But then illness interrupted all plans. From stomach problems to depression, it was really the darkest moment I experienced while growing up. But luckily I still have my parents with me. The father who is taciturn and gives silently, and the mother who is afraid and secretly sheds tears. On the day of the exam, my father got up early to pick me up and drop me off, and curled up in the car to wait. "I fell asleep in the warm quilt and he curled up in the car downstairs to sleep, unable to sleep, and he would call me when the time came." Just reading this makes my nose red. In addition to love and ideals, fortunately, there is also family support. May our parents be safe and healthy all the time. In Chapter 20 of the story, Shu Yuan and Gu Han really "met" at their second uncle's house in Urumqi. Later, Zhou Xiaoguang added his WeChat account in Ganzi and had a brief conversation. Then, there is no more. This may be the most realistic ending. Because of him, you want to become a better person, vow to be an ideal person, always be kind, and never say hurtful words. Because of him, you rushed to Nanjing and lived through a difficult and profound time. In the end, it's enough that you get to know yourself again because of him. Finally, I hope that like "Shu Yuan", I can always maintain my imagination of beauty and always have the courage to move forward. Ps: Although many, many years have passed, when I read Chapter 22, I still want to hug you deeply through the screen.

How should I put it? Reading Shu Yuan's writing always makes me feel like time has slowed down. I like it very much.

Many stories end like this. "I never saw him again."

Many people say that Li Chunyu is very pretentious, but I really like her. Sentimentality is not a bad thing. It shows that the heart is sensitive and delicate. Don't overdo it.

Every distant summer, I want to look into your eyes.

Actually I really want to see him again

I have a crush on a boy in junior high school, and it has been ten years now. I don't know if it's because I like it or because I'm obsessed with it, but luckily I've forgotten about my crush this year.

Every time I read Shu Yuan's articles, I feel that time passes very slowly, 2023.10.5

It seems to be true to that sentence, there will always be regrets on this road of life. So before I do anything, I will continue with the thought of failure, which will make me less afraid of the outcome.

The last thing I want is just one sentence The world is slow, I wish you peace