1
There are only three kinds of people in this world who won't fall in love with Shen Jingqiu: the blind, the deaf, and the mute.
The blind have no eyes, so how could they see Shen Jingqiu's handsome, dashing charm?
The deaf have no ears, so how could they hear Shen Jingqiu's lazy, resonant voice, enchanting enough to linger for three days?
The mute have no lips, so how could they speak of Shen Jingqiu's wild, irresistible youth, surrounded by admirers yet possessing unmatched beauty?
2
We were classmates for thirteen years. I initiated a conversation with Shen Jingqiu exactly 121 times. A hundred of those were in eighth grade, when I got my period and was late to class with him. Our math teacher made him do a hundred push-ups and told me to count.
3
I realized that from first grade through eleventh grade, aside from He Ming, Zhang Huaiyu, Li Mao, and He Min, I was the only one who had been in the same class as Shen Jingqiu all the way through eleventh grade. Maybe twelfth grade too, and then... university, and the future? (blushes)
That was the diary entry Xu Yang wrote in eleventh grade, when she had a cold and a fever and was too dizzy to think straight. She mixed up her notebooks and accidentally handed her diary to the class representative. When someone found it, they read it aloud in front of the whole class.
It was the most embarrassing moment of Xu Yang's life.
She lay face-down on her desk and cried all afternoon.
Having a crush on Shen Jingqiu was the bravest and most pathetic thing Xu Yang had ever done.
That same day, the usually carefree young master Shen Jingqiu seriously pondered a question for the first time: just how many tears could a person's body hold?
Perhaps Meng Jiangnu really could have cried down the Great Wall after all!
Theme: Cast aside all worldly conventions and seek the essence of love.
