It turns out that the school god has a crush on me

Chapter 427 Bian Yixiu x Xia Zhizhi (End)

At the end of the party, in the corridor of the teaching building, the corners of Cheng Xuan's mouth rose, "I thought you would reject me, but no, I'm really happy..."

"Senior Brother Cheng."

Mi Xia put the bouquet of flowers back into Cheng Xuan's arms, "I just accepted it because I can't lose face in front of so many people."

"I really appreciate your liking, but I'm sorry, I can't accept it."

Misha has always spoken slowly, as if to make every word of her words clear.

The corners of Cheng Xuan's mouth were slightly stiff, and he pulled his lips, "Do you have someone you like?"

Misha was taken aback, "...No."

Her heart ached slightly.

"Then why can't you try to be with me? Is it my fault?" Cheng Xuan slightly grasped the flower in his hand.

He didn't understand why so many people liked him, but the girl in front of him was not even willing to accept his liking.

Misha bit her lip, "Brother, you are very good, you are the best person I have ever met, and you have a good personality."

"You will definitely have a girl who likes you very much in the future, but that person will not be me. I am really sorry."

She bowed slightly and left the corridor.

Cheng Xuan sat on the steps, looking at the flowers next to him, they were all alone, just like himself.

It turns out that no matter how much you are sought after by others, as long as it is not that person, everything is meaningless.

...

Back in the dormitory, under cross-examination by several roommates, she denied the date and only said that they were not together.

Misha opened the drawer, took out the crumpled note, stroked it slightly with her fingertips, and finally dialed the number.

The two chatted for a long time, and at the end of the semester, she dragged her suitcase and set foot on the road to a different city.

She knew that after her departure, maybe when she came back, she would no longer be Misha, and the things she had been brooding about would become clear.

Cheng Xuan's confession at that time made her understand that some things, even if they are procrastinated, will still have a result in the end.

The other party is a student of psychology, and the current doctoral topic is memory retrieval.

Through various methods, it helps people retrieve lost memories in the brain in a short period of time.

Before Misha, most of their experimental subjects were men and women who had quarreled and settled old accounts and so on.

The topic has been studied for nearly a year, but there is not much progress.

I am very grateful to Misha who is willing to be a subject experimenter.

The experimental process and the information of the experimental subjects, etc., are kept confidential.

Misha was a little nervous at first, but then gradually relaxed a lot.

The experiments during the day didn't have much effect, and I could recall some bits and pieces, but when I went to sleep at night, various dreams flooded my mind like memories.

Some memories of childhood, some memories of junior high school, some memories of high school.

In my memory, there is the good-looking Shi Qi, the cheerful Xu Future, and the rich and generous Yang Xiaoling...

They go to school together, do homework together, play together, celebrate New Year's Eve together, and eat hot pot together.

And that tall figure... the most important person in my life.

Tears spilled out of the eyes unconsciously, slipped from the corners of the eyes, and wet the pillow...

Misha opened his eyes again, looking at the white ceiling, his eyes were red and swollen.

Why, I forgot such an important Teacher Bian.

She hugged the quilt and leaned against the bed, crying all night, feeling guilty, distressed, uncomfortable, grateful, and joyful.

What makes her feel guilty is that she shouldn't forget them, what makes her feel distressed is that Teacher Bian can't let go of herself, and what makes her feel uncomfortable is that he is standing in front of her, but she can't remember... What makes her happy is that every year in the future, she will always remember her. You can also say Happy New Year to him.

All the injustices in the past are fulfilled at this moment when the memory is flooding.

With trembling hands, she logged onto the wechat account that she hadn't used for several years.

The notification tone keeps ringing.

Shi Qi and the others continue to send birthday and New Year greetings every year.

News from high school classes from time to time.

There are also some students who regard themselves as the object of confidance and tell their secrets...

Also, that profile picture from the back, there are countless messages that can't be read in a short time...

good Morning.

good night.

It's cooling down today.

The food in the school cafeteria is a bit salty today.

Today I learned how to make dumplings, but I can't cook them like you.

Zhizhi, come back and see me.

I miss you so much.

happy New Year.

How about I take you to see the fireworks next year during the New Year?

...

Knowing that the other party will never be able to reply, he still keeps sending messages, as if he never left.

Misha burst into tears, covering her mouth and crying bitterly.

I dare not imagine, if he is like this, spending decades like this...

She Xia Zhizhi He De He Neng.

With trembling hands, she pressed the nine keys and sent it...

...

At the gate of the Beijing Hotel, a gentle and elegant man in a suit stood there, looking at the photo of the bride and groom on the roll-up banner at the door, he couldn't help but smile.

The man is still bookish, but the years have left traces on his face, and he is no longer young.

At some point, the sky began to snow. He stood there for a long time, until the street began to accumulate some snow, and then he left. Footprints were printed on the snow one by one, just like back then.

It's just that beside him, there is no small figure who lowers his head when he sees him.

The snow is white, as if his hair has been dyed white, and he is alone.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and it seemed like there was nothing left.

He walked back to the familiar neighborhood step by step, and saw a girl in a thin sweater standing there in the vast white snow, rubbing her little hands as if because of the cold.

Bian Yixiu's lips trembled slightly, and he called out, his voice was slightly hoarse and trembling, "Zhizhi..."

The girl turned her head and ran towards him, wanting to cross time, distance, life and death...

"Teacher Bian, I'm back."

Familiar embrace.

It was snowing heavily, the man took off the scarf on his body, bent slightly, and wrapped it around the girl.

He gently took the girl's hand and walked in the snow, with big and small footprints in the snow.

The white snow fell finely on the hair of the two of them...

I waited for two lifetimes, and you finally appeared.

This time, we can grow old together.

...

Nov. 2024, 12

Bian Yixiu: Today, you left, when will you come back?
Nov. 2025, 12

Bian Yixiu: You left for a year, why didn't you come back?
Nov. 2026, 12

Bian Yixiu: It's been two years, maybe you really won't come back...

Nov. 2027, 12

Bian Yixiu: I'll take you to watch the fireworks next year, okay?

Nov. 2027, 12

Xia Zhizhi: Good.

...

Bian Yixiu: I hope you can have a new life, if possible, I hope that person can be me.

I'm always worried about handing you over to someone else.

...

Xia Zhizhi: What I'm glad is that even if I forget you, I will still fall in love with you hopelessly when I first see you.

　This is the end of Xia Zhi Zhibian's episode~
　　There will be some small plots in the book later.

　　There are some details of the new book at present, and I am discussing with the editor to revise it, and the original title of the book also needs to be revised~
　　It is estimated that it will take about a week to meet with you~
　　When I open a new book, I will notify you as soon as possible in the introduction and comments of the old book, in the book group~

　　Or you can also pay attention, so that when the new book comes out, everyone will know~

　　Looking forward to new stories that can bring you a different touch
　　
　
(End of this chapter)