The words written on the last page of the notebook showed that she would understand.
This semester, Zhuo Yu'an has figured out that a good girl like Ting Lan will not respond to him in high school. Her goals are very clear, and her main task is to study hard.
What he likes is his own business, and he will try to restrain himself and not disturb her study. Anyway, there is still such a long way to go in life, so there is no rush.
However, when waiting for it to blossom and bear fruit, he did not dare to take it lightly. He needed to sow some seeds in her heart, water them slowly, and provide nutrients from time to time, at least to make her understand his intentions.
So he chose such an obscure way, a way that only she could understand, to silently confess and protect him.
She is getting better, and he is also working hard to make himself better. After school, he keeps learning and developing his own interests and hobbies.
The only Friday he was absent from a broadcast program was June 29 of that year. He was abroad, queuing up all night in a strange country and on a strange street in order to buy the latest mobile phone.
It was a young man's feverish dream. He had seen product introductions in some magazines before, and he knew how the launch of this product would bring about earth-shaking changes in people's lives.
The young man has the same persistence and love for feelings and dreams, and the thought of them all can make his heart boil.
After traveling thousands of miles and queuing up all night to buy a mobile phone back home, Lu Kuo thought he was going to lock it in a cabinet and worship it as a treasure, but it didn't happen. After studying its various functions and software for a week, Zhuo Yu'an calmly put the phone away
It was dismantled and a pile of parts were placed on the table. Lu Kuo was heartbroken.
: "Don't give it to me!"
He replied calmly: "After I finish researching, I will assemble it and send it to you."
Like a Frankenstein.
It was also that day when Lu Kuo said sincerely: "Zhuo Yu'an, your dreams will definitely come true in the future."
"I know."
Such confidence made Lu Kuo choke. But looking at the light flashing in his eyes, Lu Kuo reflected on himself for the first time. Compared with Zhuo Yu'an, he seemed to have no goals in life and no love. Could it be that he
Do you have to work hard too?
But what he said when he opened his mouth was:
"When you become successful in the future, I will rely on you to support you, brother."
Zhuo Yu'an was really heartless, and he didn't know what a joke was. While assembling his mobile phone, he answered seriously: "I will only support my wife and children in the future."
After saying this, the hand holding the screwdriver trembled, because what flashed in my mind was Shu Tinglan's face, and I suddenly felt that my heart skipped half a beat.
Wife?
Before this, he had never thought about it at all. What high school student would think about this problem?
But once this idea came up and took shape, I was inexplicably sure that it was her, and the tips of my ears turned red again.
Lu Kuo saw through him: "Just chatting casually, can you still think of scenes that are not suitable for children?"
"Get out!" Zhuo Yuan said in a concise and comprehensive order to expel the guests.
I told him to get lost, but he refused: "I'll wait for you to install your mobile phone and send it to me. You can think about whatever you want. I can't see it anyway, so just think about it."
Zhuo Yuan really thought about it, and asked him after a while: "Are you sure whether you will study liberal arts or science next semester?"
Lu Kuo replied directly: "You shouldn't be interested in me studying liberal arts and science, right? Tinglan Daily's liberal arts."
"She chose liberal arts?" Zhuo Yu'an stopped what he was doing, a little surprised. Because judging from her grades in all subjects in the first grade of high school, her science subjects were no worse than liberal arts subjects.