Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Another graduation season.

Wang Zihao and Liu Qianqian returned to Taohua Lake Middle School, the place where they first met.

The sunlight shines through the lush treetops and falls on the paths across the campus, creating mottled shadows.

The students, dressed in school uniforms, some smiled and some expressed their feelings, leaving their final memories in every corner of the campus.

On the steps in front of the library, a few open books lie quietly, as if they are still waiting for their owners to continue reading, while those who once buried their heads in their studies are gradually walking away.

Next to the playground, the graduates sat in a circle and took graduation photos. Their smiles were bright and relieved, and their eyes were shining with anticipation and longing for the future.

Under the basket nearby, the basketball occasionally bounces and makes a crisp sound, as if bidding farewell to the youth that is about to leave.

Inside the teaching building, the corridors were empty, save for the occasional sound of desks being tidied. The hustle and bustle and playfulness of the past were now reduced to echoes.

On the blackboard, the mottled chalk writing outlines a series of shared memories. The fallen leaves outside the window are slowly falling, symbolizing the end of this period of time.

The windows of the school cafeteria are still open, the familiar aroma of food wafts in the air, and the laughter and conversation that used to take place while eating still seem to linger in everyone's ears.

Every corner of the campus is filled with the atmosphere of farewell.

After the college entrance examination, when they return to school, some young couples no longer need to hide their feelings and walk hand in hand on the campus.

The willow trees swayed gently in the wind, as if seeing them off.

As time passed, the sun slowly set, and the lights on campus lit up one by one, adding a gentle light to this chapter that was about to end.

The students stood in front of the school gate and looked back at this palace of knowledge, with both infinite longing for the future and deep nostalgia for the past in their hearts.

Graduation season is an end, but also a beginning. Every student will embark on a new journey with these heavy memories.

In a classroom.

Liu Qianqian is like a flower blooming alone in spring, pure and elegant, with eyes sparkling with bright light, gentle and clear.

Although she is already a mother, her skin is still as white as snow, her nose is straight, and her lips reveal a faint rose color when they open and close, like a flower bud about to bloom.

She was wearing a long dress, as white as frost, draped lightly on her body. She sat on the desk, and as her legs swayed, the hem of her skirt swayed gently, making her look like a fairy in wonderland, detached from the mundane world.

The hem of the skirt is embroidered with silver threads and dotted with stars, like the brightest stars in the night sky, mysterious and distant.

She has a jade belt around her waist with golden bells tied to it. When she walks, the bells make jingling sounds, as if there is fairy music accompanying her.

Wang Zihao stood in front of the table, took off the golden bell and put it aside.

Sitting on the podium, Liu Qianqian looked at Wang Zihao with a smile on her face: "It would have been better if it were six or seven years ago, right?"

Wang Zihao felt a little guilty: "Be serious."

An hour later, the two walked out of the school gate, crossed the road, and climbed onto the arch bridge from the Taohua Lake wooden trestle.

Four years after graduation, the two met again on this arch bridge.

"Give me a tissue." Wang Zihao was about to express his feelings when Liu Qianqian reached out to him with a resentful look in her eyes.

Her bag was hanging on Wang Zihao's shoulder.

"Oh." Wang Zihao quickly rummaged through his bag and found a tissue in the zipper bag containing Liu Qianqian's transparent clothes.

Liu Qianqian held the railing and looked at Lushan Mountain.

There was no one around. After she stopped playing the piano and singing, the arch bridge gradually became deserted and returned to being an ordinary bridge. People passed by it in a hurry and no one paid attention to it anymore.

"Hurry up, it's almost at the calves." Liu Qianqian lifted the hem of her skirt.

Wang Zihao squatted down quickly.

After finishing his work and getting up, Wang Zihao sighed, "Your temper is not as good as before."

"I just helped you fulfill a dream of your youth, and now you're turning against me?" Liu Qianqian took the ball of tissue from Wang Zihao's hand and held it in her hand.

"I don't dare." Wang Zihao explained quickly, "I'm not quarreling with you. I'm just complaining."

"Do you regret it?" Liu Qianqian smiled.

Wang Zihao nodded: "I regret why I am so busy and can't rest for a day."

Liu Qianqian leaned on Wang Zihao's shoulder and looked towards Lushan: "Sister has recovered and is waiting for us at Feng Zhiyu's house."

Wang Zihao was surprised: "Isn't she going back to Wangcheng tonight?"

"She won't go back. From now on, she will live in Fengzhiyu or Jinhu Mansion." Liu Qianqian pinched the flesh on Wang Zihao's arm.

Wang Zihao grinned and said, "It doesn't matter where Yueyue lives. I only stayed at her house in Wangcheng for two nights, and she came there by herself."

But he didn't dare to say it, which was quite heartless.

After playing with Liu Xingchen, Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingyao in Jinhu Mansion for more than half an hour, Wang Zihao and Liu Qianqian returned to Wind's Whisper.

As soon as they entered the house, they saw Liu Yueyue who had been waiting in the living room for a long time.

She is very gentle, as if she can melt the whole world. Her long hair falls on her shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand of hair seems to tell of her tenderness.

She was wearing a light blue nightgown, with a soft and elegant temperament. The hem of her dress was embroidered with exquisite little white flowers. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if the flowers were quietly blooming, complementing her gentle temperament.

Liu Qianqian said hello to her sister and went upstairs.

After her sister went upstairs, Liu Yueyue poured a cup of tea for Wang Zihao.

"Does it take so long to go to school?" She moved gently, and both her words and the gently swaying of her skirt revealed a silent tenderness.

"To fulfill my dream." Wang Zihao said in a low voice.

"What dream?" Liu Yueyue's voice was gentle, her face was delicate, her skin was as white as the finest porcelain, and her cheeks were slightly rosy, like newly blooming peach blossoms.

After Wang Zihao told her, her eyes flickered, and after a moment she said, "I will sleep with Qianqian tonight."

Wang Zihao was about to say yes and go up to the third floor, but Liu Yueyue said again: "Don't go to the third floor." Wang Zihao was surprised: "What?"

"Don't you want to sleep on the second floor?" Liu Yueyue smiled slightly, looking extremely charming.

Wang Zihao hesitated: "It's not about not wanting to... It's not about whether I want to or not, I..."

"Don't think about doing that every day." Liu Yueyue's smile became even gentler and more charming.

I don’t want to. I just want to be alone right now. Wang Zihao swallowed and said, “Qianqian won’t kick me off the bed, right?”

Liu Yueyue said, "You won't climb up again?"

After half an hour.

After taking a shower, he saw Liu Qianqian and Liu Yueyue half lying on the bed in the bedroom, browsing their phones and chatting. Wang Zihao quickly picked up his phone and ran out to sit in the living room.

I looked at the message and found it was sent by Ma Tengfei.

He said his son was about to be born and wanted Wang Zihao to help him choose a name.

Without even thinking, Wang Zihao replied with two words: "Ma Chao."

a long distance away.

Liu Xiangxiang is in the city where her father Liu Haidong works. The summer breeze blows by. She stands on the open-air balcony of the villa, supporting her lower back with one hand. She often suffers from back pain and cannot sleep well. It's really a pain.

She patted her belly gently, her eyes gentle and clear, yet full of curiosity. She didn't know what the baby would look like when she was delivered.

There was a hint of expectant joy between her brows. The little life had brought changes to her body and also added a bit of mature charm.

Her long hair was lightly draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind, adding a sense of elegance to her.

She was wearing a loose cotton long skirt, which was comfortable and simple, but it couldn't hide her bulging waist.

Now no matter what she does, she moves very slowly and carefully protects the little life.

Suddenly, Wan Qianqian came up from behind her, smiling, and handed her the phone: "It's Zihao's call."

Liu Xiangxiang took the phone and said coquettishly, "When will you come to see me?"

"If you're in a hurry, I'll go there tomorrow." Wang Zihao's voice came from the other side.

"Then bring a name here. I don't like the name my parents gave to the baby." Liu Xiangxiang pouted.

"Then you take it yourself?" Wang Zihao said.

"It's not Liu, it's Wang, you choose!" said Liu Xiangxiang.

"Actually, I have already thought of a name. I will bring it to you tomorrow." Wang Zihao said with a smile.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me if you've made up your mind, otherwise I can't wait. Tell me quickly, what's your name?" Liu Xiangxiang asked hurriedly.

"Wang Jian!" Wang Zihao said.

"Which one?" Liu Xiangxiang asked.

"Front Feather Scissors." Wang Zihao said.

"What's the meaning?" Liu Xiangxiang asked curiously.

Wang Zihao said: "More than two thousand years ago, except for Han, the other five countries were destroyed by Wang Jian and his son. He was a fierce man who was listed as one of the four famous generals of the Warring States Period along with Bai Qi, Li Mu and Lian Po."

"Then let's choose this name." Liu Xiangxiang heard Wang Zihao tell the story of Qin's unification of the six kingdoms.

"Isn't it time for you to go to bed?" Wang Zihao coaxed.

"I want to sleep with you." Liu Xiangxiang said aggrievedly.

"Your mother took you over because she was afraid that you would like to play more," said Wang Zihao.

"Hmph, you're the one who likes to play." Liu Xiangxiang pretended to be angry.

Xu Meili is so mean. She deliberately posted the double-row video of West Lake Bay on Fengzhiyu’s computer desktop.

Not only did she see it, but her third sister and the others must have seen it as well.

"Your second sister came to Fengzhiyu tonight, and she wouldn't let me sleep on the third floor alone." Wang Zihao said.

Liu Xiangxiang's eyes lit up: "What do you mean?"

"I want to sleep on the third floor by myself." Wang Zihao said.

Liu Xiangxiang snorted, "Xu Meili put the video on the computer desktop, don't think I haven't seen it."

"What?" Wang Zihao was confused. He didn't know about this.

Xu Meili put the video on the computer desktop in the study on the second floor. Wang Zihao had not used the computer in the study on the second floor during that period.

After all, he was a very busy man. He either went to the famous families in Wangjiang, Xihu Bay, Jinhu Mansion, or South Bank.

Sometimes he didn't reply to Wind's Whisper for several days.

After chatting with Liu Xiangxiang for less than ten minutes, Wan Qianqian went to the balcony again, told her daughter not to make any more phone calls, and urged her to go to bed.

Not long after hanging up the phone with Liu Xiangxiang, Wang Zihao received a message from Liu Yueyue: "You can come back now."

Wang Zihao took a deep breath. Xihu Bay and Wangjiang Mingmen have become harmonious.

Tonight, it's Windwhisper's turn.

Pushing the door open and looking inside, Wang Zihao's heart was filled with emotion.

It is as if the moon is covered by the light clouds, and it is like the snow covered by the flowing wind.

(End of the book) (End of this chapter)