People are born to face joy and sorrow.
Our attitudes toward the world and life change with age and circumstance.
Cherish the present. If you regret something later, there's no need to blame yourself. Face it with grace.
A person's life seems to be laid out in advance. We don't have God's-eye knowledge,
so we only need to do the right things at the right age, without worrying too much about the future.
Things will work out.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Song Yi. I just transferred here from Xicheng, so I'm still unfamiliar with a lot of things. I hope you'll all be patient with me. Thank you." He bowed as he spoke.
As soon as Song Yi spoke, several girls in the class were captivated by his deep voice. They gazed at him dreamily. Then again, someone like Song Yi would draw attention wherever he went. He was just that handsome.
Su Daqiang smiled and stepped forward to pat Song Yi on the shoulder. "All right, Song Yi, that'll do for now. Go find a seat." Song Yi nodded and slowly walked toward Xu Zhiyi. A few disappointed sighs rose from the class as he passed.
Xu Zhiyi rested her head on the desk with a book held up in front of her. She cautiously peeked over it, watching him approach, and started to feel nervous. "No way, no way. He's not going to sit next to me, is he? Please don't. That'd be so awkward. The seat on my left is empty, but..."
Song Yi stopped beside her and bent down, leaning closer to look at her. "Is anyone sitting here? Can I sit here?"
Two lines intersect, then slowly move apart, then slowly intersect again, then separate once more.
They go their separate ways.
Theme: Stubbornness
Come on, it looks pretty good