Poor Moon

When the man I had a crush on for a long time confessed his love to me, I was so excited that I dropped the lunch box in my hand. His little childhood sweetheart Ji Caiwei exclaimed: "Song Yanyan, you are a poor student and you have such a good life! Did you fake the file to get the aid quota?" Lin Zimo, along with everyone else, instantly turned his attention to me. They obviously didn't say anything. But the suspicion and ridicule in his eyes almost overwhelmed me. I hurriedly explained: "My mother sent this to me... Can't poor students eat a good meal?" "Other poor students eat three steamed buns a day and wait for a week for their living expenses, but you can eat potatoes and roasted meat. I didn't expect you to be such a person of bad character, seizing other people's aid quotas for a better life." Ji Caiwei's voice was loud, almost completely covering my voice. Then she whispered in my ear: "His watch is worth 5 million, but you can't even cook potatoes and roast meat for free. You wouldn't believe his joke about confessing his love. Do you want to eat swan meat like a toad?" I slowly turned my eyes to Lin Zimo. But I saw a vague sarcasm on Lin Zimo's lips: "Why bother? If you want money, you can tell me." I deleted all his contact information and transferred to another school. I thought we would never get to know each other until we die. But later I heard that he had been frantically looking for me for nearly seven years.