Chengnan High School ranks second in City A. If you go to Chengnan, people will inevitably say, “Chengnan? You go to Chengnan? That’s pretty good.”
Not particularly outstanding, but not especially ordinary either. In the end, it all boils down to “That’s pretty good.”
Wang Yingying has moderate face blindness. She’s either on her way to eat or on her way to sleep. She loves sleeping and sweets, likes warmth and hates the cold, prefers quiet and dislikes crowds. Thanks to her signature waist-length braid, she’s achieved the feat of “everyone knows me, but I don’t know anyone.”
“Why do you ask if I speak Mandarin? Huh? I don’t know. No one’s ever asked me before.”
Sincerity is the ultimate weapon.
“Don’t you think eating together is such a hassle? You have to queue at the cafeteria, and by the time you get there, all the food you wanted is gone.”
Efficiency above all.
“You want to be friends with me? Sure! Of course.”
She gets along with everyone.
But is this really right?
“I don’t understand why people cry when they read books. When a character I like has to say goodbye or dies, I feel a little sad too, but it’s all made up. How can someone be unable to move on?”
“Miaomiao, being alive is such a hassle. Every day you have to eat and drink water just to stay alive, take care of yourself, and deal with other people.”
“Miaomiao, everyone’s going to find out someday that my grades are all thanks to luck. In reality, I can’t do anything. I’ll end up at the bottom of the class, and everyone will hate me.”
“Miaomiao, I’m so scared. If I... if I don’t get into a good second-tier university, the future will definitely be even worse. My grades are okay right now. If I cut my losses in time and let everything stop here, then would I...”
“I’m not sad. I’m perfectly rational. I reached this conclusion after careful analysis. Death is the best solution right now, the best ending I can think of. Death isn’t the end. It’s a new beginning.”
When the illusion shatters, flames consume the withered wood. When the walls come down, the morning sun shines on the wilted grass.
Who brings the hope of life?
The deadwood becomes a flame that lights the way for others, and the wilted grass becomes an endless green field.
“Last night, I read a book I’d read before. Back then, I finished it in just one day’s spare time between classes. It didn’t leave much of an impression. It was like I’d merely learned some information, and the next day I started a new book.”
“That book had a bad ending. Now I understand why people cry, why they can’t move on. That’s what it really means to be alive, to have vivid emotions.”
This story is a long, fortunate journey of redemption.
Theme: Face life bravely.
