When he was in junior high school, Zhao Luzheng ranked first in his age group in almost every exam.
At that time, the student in the class was the first in grade, and the whole class was honored.
"You have realized your dream."
Zhou Yao smiled.
"very nice."
He wasn't surprised at all.
In his memory, Zhao Luzheng's achievements have always been outstanding.
And like him, Zhao Luzheng also established his goals early.
Today, Zhao Luzheng has achieved his goal.
But he fell down halfway.
Covered with bruises.
I no longer have the courage to move on.
…
Finally, he changed his path.
…
Zhao Luzheng opened his mouth.
But I don't know what to say.
Sometimes, he really envied Zhuge Yun.
It would be great if he could also speak good words.
…
"What a coincidence."
Zhou Yao's expression returned to his natural state, with a slight smile on his face.
"I didn't expect that we would meet in Yanjing."
"We haven't seen each other since we graduated from junior high school..."
…
"Um."
Zhao Luzheng also laughed, "Fortunately, you haven't changed much, I recognized you at a glance."
"Yeah?"
Zhou Yao touched his face and said, "It is said that women have changed over the years, but boys may not have changed at all."
"When you looked at me, I recognized you immediately."
"I still remember the former monitor very well. He was the first in age."
"I just didn't expect that the squad leader would also remember me."
"As expected of the monitor."
I remember everyone.
…
"I remember your drawing-"
Zhao Luzheng's voice stopped suddenly.
At first, he wanted to know what happened to Zhou Yao after graduating from junior high school that made him give up painting.
But those two words Zhou Yao just said explained everything.
Talent...ah...
Although he was surprised that Zhou Yao couldn't do it even with his talent?
But Zhou Yao's performance made him unable to bear to ask any more questions.
As a result, I stepped into a "minefield" again.
Zhao Luzheng was a little annoyed.
…
"……Ha ha."
Zhou Yao laughed twice and said, "I think so."
"My paintings must have left a deep impression on you."
"I have been drawing blackboard paintings for three years."
"When I graduated, everyone still took pictures in front of my blackboard painting."
Thinking of the happy times in the past, the look on Zhou Yao's face softened a little.
"Monitor, do you have time?"
Zhou Yao seemed to have made a decision, "If you have time, let's find a place to sit down and chat?"
"good."
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
…
There is an outdoor coffee shop nearby.
Zhao Luzheng and Zhou Yao chose a corner position.
After the waiter left, Zhou Yao sighed, "I didn't expect that after so many years of graduation, the first junior high school classmate I met would be the class monitor."
Moreover, the monitor still remembers him.
In fact, if he hadn't recognized him when he saw the monitor, he might not have called out to the monitor.
After all, for him, who is about to graduate from college, junior high school... is really a memory from a long time ago.
…
"I'm a little surprised too."
Zhao Luzheng smiled.
When he was in junior high school, he never played with Zhou Yao. He didn't expect that a few years later, they would meet again and sit together drinking coffee and chatting like they do now.
Sometimes, the fate between people is really wonderful.
…
"Since it's such a rare encounter..."
Zhao Luzheng is a very responsible monitor.
He is very good to his classmates.
My own grades are really good and I have won many honors for the class.
Speaking of Zhao Luzheng, everyone in the class was impressed.
Zhou Yao is no exception.
He admired Zhao Luzheng.
Therefore, at this moment, he suddenly had some desire to talk.
That matter had been weighing on his mind for a long time.
I didn't want to tell anyone before.
No one could say anything later.
Now, he finally met someone who could talk when he was willing to talk.
Maybe after this time, he can truly let go of the past.
"Are you wondering why I don't draw anymore?"
…
Zhao Luzheng's eyes lit up slightly.
He guessed right.
Zhou Yao really wanted to tell him about this.
He nodded.
Yes.
He is very strange.
…
"You may have guessed the reason."
Zhou Yao smiled bitterly.
His previous performance was also somewhat obvious.
"……talent?"
Zhao Luzheng murmured.
"Yes."
Zhou Yao lowered his eyes and looked at his hands on the table.
"I……"
Zhou Yao took a deep breath and said, "I'll tell you from the beginning."
"It's a rather long story."
"It may take a lot of your time."
…
"I have time."
Zhao Luzheng noticed the waiter walking towards him.
He motioned to Zhou Yao to wait a moment.
…
Zhou Yao took a sip of coffee.
A bitter taste filled his mouth.
It seemed to have spread to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
And in the heart.
"I really don't like coffee."
Zhou Yao looked disgusted.
"too bitter."
He opened the sugar bowl on the table, took a lot of sugar cubes and threw them into the coffee.
Then his face showed a bit of embarrassment.
"I don't like sweet things very much either."
"But isn't sweet better than bitter?"
Zhou Yao explained.
After all, is it a joke for a grown man to put so many sugar cubes in his coffee?
really……
"Monitor, don't laugh."
Zhou Yao didn't know for a while whether he should put the sugar cube in his hand into the coffee.
…
"no."
Zhao Luzheng waved his hand, "I didn't mean to laugh at you."
"Aren't your hands tired?"
"Put the sugar cubes in."
…
The sugar cube fell into the coffee and caused ripples.
…
"I just thought of one of my roommates."
Zhao Luzheng smiled and said, "He also likes sweets."
"Every time I go to a cake shop, I almost empty out the cakes."
All right.
He also knows.
The main reason why the third brother bought so many cakes was to feed the monsters.
But the third brother himself does like sweets.
Even now, he still can't remember whether the third brother originally liked sweets? Or was he influenced by a monster who likes sweets?
…
"so smart?"
Zhou Yao was a little speechless.
He doesn't like suffering.
But I don’t have a craving for sweetness that much.
But knowing that Zhao Luzheng was not laughing at him, his movements and demeanor relaxed.
He picked up a few more sugar cubes and threw them into the coffee. When it felt almost ready, he stirred it with a spoon and took a sip.
Well!
He frowned.
Still very bitter.
…
Zhou Yao put down his coffee.
"...I only started learning to draw in the first grade of junior high school..."
Zhao Luzheng's expression became serious.
"Um."
"Everyone in our class is watching your painting skills getting better and better."
"You're making rapid progress."
"Because I have a good teacher."
Zhou Yao raised the corners of his mouth.
The outline of the smile revealed a bit of trance.