Breakup Notice

The whole school thought he was chasing me. After all, he is Jiang Xun from the photography department, and I am Zhou Mi from the computer department—one is romantic to the core, and the other is as rational as a precision machine. Everyone thinks that it was the boy who took pictures of the stars who used three hard drives to catch up with me who can only write code. Until the day of graduation, I saw on his camera a photo of me falling asleep during the freshman opening ceremony. The shooting date was a full three months before we met. It turns out that the person I fell in love with at first sight was not me. We have been in love for four years and are the sweetest couple in the eyes of others. He would boil brown sugar water during my aunt's period, put it in a thermos cup and send it to me downstairs. I would sneak into the darkroom when he stayed up all night retouching pictures, be his exclusive model, and be the first to comment on each of his award-winning works. At the graduation dinner, we clinked jars of Yakult. "Jiang University Photographer, congratulations on your graduation." "Happy graduation to you, Zhou Gong." Everyone thought we were going to get married. But at the end of the story, we let go in tacit agreement. It's not that we don't love each other, it's that our routes can no longer intersect. Later, he shot his Galaxy in the Yunnan-Guizhou Mountains, and I wrote my code in the laboratory on the outskirts of Beijing. We are two thousand kilometers apart, and each has a long way to go. I just never tasted such sweet candy again.