My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 102 April Story
"why?"

Zhou Heming walked beside Lu Bai, exhaling swirling white breath.

"Think about it, you and Cheng Shuangjiang are neighbors, right? You see each other all the time and often sleep together, almost like living together. But our homes are far apart, and we can only talk on the phone at night. For a couple, isn't that a bit too distant?"

Lu Bai said matter-of-factly.

"It's not that he's that dedicated."

Zhou Heming glanced at the girl wearing a woolen hat next to him.

"Besides, living together always feels a bit inconvenient, after all, we're not a real couple."

"Yeah, too."

Lu Bai agreed with Zhou Heming's statement.

They're just friends, and what they're doing now is just an act to make the script better.

Although it may seem very strange to outsiders, this kind of relationship is the most suitable for Zhou Heming and Lu Bai.

"but."

Zhou Heming paused.

"It wouldn't be a problem to stay there on the weekend."

"Okay, then come over Friday night."

Lu Bai nodded.

“In a film crew I worked on before, there was a cinematographer and his wife who were in a similar situation. They lived in different cities and could only stay together on weekends.”

"Even after getting married, you won't live in the same city?"

Zhou Heming's parents also frequently travel for work, but at least they have a house in Jiangcheng. He had never heard of a couple who got married but lived in different cities before.

"Since neither of us can quit our current jobs, we can only be a weekend couple. But according to them, our relationship is actually getting better."

The two walked out of the school gate, and Lu Bai naturally reached out and took Zhou Heming's arm. If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely assume that the two were a couple.

"What's this theory?"

Zhou Heming glanced at Lu Bai, letting her stay close to him.

Compared to the slender Cheng Shuangjiang, Lu Bai is still more delicate.

"Because you live together all the time, there will always be all sorts of mundane things like food and household chores. For many people, lovers are actually more like partners than people who need to be together all the time."

Lu Bai analyzed.

The two walked toward the bus stop.

At this time, Cheng Shuangjiang should be taking the previous bus home.

Zhou Heming was making plans.

Then he saw a girl wearing a light blue scarf standing on the outermost side of the bus stop, rubbing her hands together in front of her mouth while exhaling white breath.

"what."

By the time she realized it, Cheng Shuangjiang had already looked over.

Her gaze moved from Zhou Heming to Lu Bai, and then fell on the spot where Lu Bai was holding Zhou Heming's arm.

How to describe it.

Even though Cheng Shuangjiang usually had a cold and aloof demeanor, Zhou Heming still sensed that the girl's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Cheng Shuangjiang~"

Lu Bai raised his hand to greet him, but his other hand remained linked with Zhou Heming's, showing no intention of letting go.

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded and looked away.

Standing next to her, Zhou Heming felt a little awkward.

"You didn't even stay at home during the Spring Festival."

Cheng Shuangjiang suddenly spoke, causing the boy to turn his head.

"Uh, yes, because the air conditioner broke, I stayed at Lu Bai's place for a few days, and then I caught a cold."

Zhou Heming immediately explained.

Although he knew that he didn't actually need to explain these things to Cheng Shuangjiang.

"Ok?"

"what?"

"cold."

"It's ready."

Zhou Heming couldn't understand Cheng Shuangjiang's meaning.

“Cheng Shuangjiang, you don’t know, when he has a cold he talks nonsense and calls your name many times.”

Hearing their conversation, Lu Bai chuckled and chimed in.

Zhou Heming immediately fell silent and could only steal a glance at Cheng Shuangjiang.

"He wasn't calling me."

Cheng Shuangjiang responded quickly, glancing in the direction the car had come from.

"The car is here."

The bus arrived, and the three of them boarded. Lu Bai and Zhou Heming sat in the seats he and Cheng Shuangjiang used to sit in, while Cheng Shuangjiang sat behind them.

Along the way, Lu Bai chattered on and on, showing Zhou Heming cute pets he'd seen on short videos, new restaurants he'd found on review apps, and funny pictures he'd come across online, just like a girlfriend who loved to share.

Zhou Heming watched these things attentively with Lu Bai. In fact, not all of them were very informative, but he just found it very interesting to watch them with Lu Bai.

In a daze, he felt as if the person sitting next to him was Cheng Shuangjiang, who had been reborn.

However, Cheng Shuangjiang was now sitting behind him, silently listening to Lu Bai and Zhou Heming's casual conversation.

When they arrived at their stop, the three of them got off the train.

Zhou Heming and Lu Bai walked in front, while Cheng Shuangjiang walked behind.

Pushing open the door to his home, Zhou Heming invited Lu Bai to go in first.

At this moment, Cheng Shuangjiang passed by him from behind, seemingly glancing into the room.

Snapped--

Then came the sound of the door closing, giving Zhou Heming no time to speak.

"Please sit down."

Zhou Heming went inside, tidied up his things, and then went to the table and took out the book "Love in the Time of Cholera".

Upon turning to the first page, Zhou Heming saw a description of the aroma of bitter almonds.

Just like love that has been thwarted.

He turned a couple of pages, and suddenly, Zhou Heming noticed that there seemed to be something tucked inside the pages.

He immediately opened the book, and soon the boy saw two brand-new one-hundred-yuan bills and a note tucked in the center of the pages.

The note was written in Cheng Shuangjiang's neat handwriting.

Happy birthday, Ah He! Use this money to buy a lemon mousse cake!

I can't be by your side, but I believe Lu Bai will definitely be there for you. Take good care of her!

Ah He, live your life well and love those who love you.

In an instant, he felt as if he had been struck by something, and his mind went completely blank.

If it weren't for the previous incident...

Zhou Heming probably didn't have the time or inclination to read "A Hundred Years of Solitude," so he wouldn't have realized that the description of that sentence wasn't here, let alone open "Love in the Time of Cholera" beforehand.

Therefore, he should have followed the plan Cheng Shuangjiang had made and only started reading these books after the college entrance examination.

Later, around the time of her birthday, she saw a note left by Cheng Shuangjiang, who had been reborn.

This was the birthday surprise Cheng Shuangjiang left for Zhou Heming.

His lips trembled slightly as he stared blankly at the banknotes and the note, even his breathing seemed to become difficult.

until.

Lu Bai seemed to notice that Zhou Heming hadn't made any noise for a long time, so he curiously went into the bedroom and saw the boy standing there blankly, not moving at all.

"This is."

Lu Bai saw the note and the money, and suddenly understood everything.

She said nothing, but gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and embraced the boy tenderly.

The two remained in this position for a long time.

"Sorry, I'll finish cleaning right away."

Lu Bai only slowly released his hands after Zhou Heming spoke.

"Well, if you want to be alone, I can go back by myself later."

The girl said.

"I'll be fine soon."

Zhou Heming said.

"Then let me help you."

As Lu Bai spoke, he began to help Zhou Heming fold his clothes.

Her method of folding clothes was different from Cheng Shuangjiang's, and the folding techniques were also different.

Yet they were equally earnest and focused.

Ten minutes later, they finished packing their things and went out.

"hand."

Zhou Heming said.

Lu Bai obediently extended his hand.

Then, the boy took her hand, and their fingers intertwined. "Why are you being so proactive today?"

Lu Bai smiled.

"Because we need to live well."

Zhou Heming gave an answer that seemed to be irrelevant to the question.

"That's it."

Lu Bai pursed his lips, a bitter expression flashing across his face for only a moment before he broke into a smile.

"Let's go downstairs and buy a cake later, as a way to celebrate living well."

*
In fact.

By the second semester of his senior year, Zhou Heming had very little time left to daydream, and even the script had to be temporarily shelved after the outline was completed.

The academic workload became heavier, with exams coming one after another, and everyone felt unprecedented pressure.

For these teenagers who are only seventeen or eighteen years old, an exam seems to determine their fate.

Of course, if we look back many years later, everyone's impression of the college entrance examination will probably be completely different. There may not be that many people whose fate was truly determined by it. But as Zhou Heming saw, many difficulties are only difficult when they are encountered.

The mock exam in March was extremely difficult.

Zhou Heming only scored 522 points, which made him think that he had wasted the whole year.

However, he felt much more at ease after seeing that his ranking had improved.

Cheng Shuangjiang still scored 721 points in this ridiculously difficult mock exam, and for her, the exam seemed to be a piece of cake.

As for Lu Bai, he was still at the bottom of the class in exam room number twelve.

They go home separately from Monday to Thursday, only keeping in touch via voice call each night.

On Friday nights, Zhou Heming and Lu Bai would stroll around the supermarket downstairs from her apartment to buy groceries for the weekend.

Lu Bai's kitchenware and seasonings began to become more abundant, and Zhou Heming's belongings also increased, including changes of clothes, toothbrushes, towels, cups, bowls and chopsticks, coats and shoes.

The daily hugs continued. At first, because they were going to their own homes, they couldn't find a place to hug, so they tried a few times in a corner of the school.

Zhou Heming wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but when they secretly hugged at school, Lu Bai was extremely nervous, his heart was racing, and his cheeks were even redder.

Later, Zhou Heming simply took the bus one stop longer on his way home, stopping at Lu Bai's stop. After the two hugged downstairs at her apartment building, Zhou Heming walked home while memorizing vocabulary words.

He began to understand why Qiao Jinchen had taken the train one more stop.

However, although Zhou Heming and Lu Bai were already familiar with each other's presence, their relationship did not progress at all; they still only hugged and slept in the same bed.

In April, the grass grows and the orioles fly.

The city of Jiangcheng has entered a season where rain is always a possibility.

The second mock exam was quite easy. Zhou Heming scored a respectable 648 points, but his ranking dropped by ten places, causing the boy some anxiety.

In addition, Zhou Heming might not admit that it had an impact, but Lu Bai took on a short drama in April and left Jiangcheng for more than a week, which indirectly made Zhou Heming uneasy.

He has completely gotten used to life with Lu Bai around.

No one reminded him that Zhou Heming had spent more time with Lu Bai than with Cheng Shuangjiang.

Zhou Heming could still occasionally run into Cheng Shuangjiang on his way to and from school, or when he went to the cafeteria.

But he gradually stopped feeling suppressed and embarrassed, and was able to greet her normally and generously, and sometimes even chat with her for a while.

Friday.

After a sunny day, Jiangcheng suddenly started to drizzle during evening self-study time, and it showed no sign of stopping until the end of the self-study period.

"Shall we go now?"

Xu Youyou adjusted her glasses and said goodbye to Qiao Jinchen and Zhou Heming.

"Okay, I'll leave when the rain gets a little lighter."

Watching his friend leave under the same umbrella, Zhou Heming stood on the first floor, gazing at the rain with a slightly bored expression.

The rain showed no signs of letting up even after ten minutes.

Most of the students had left, and the classroom lights were turned off, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Zhou Heming sent a message to Lu Bai, who was still at the filming base. He looked up, sensing something, and saw a young girl walking down the stairs.

It is Cheng Shuangjiang.

"It's raining quite heavily, and I didn't bring an umbrella."

Zhou Heming shrugged and explained with a self-deprecating tone.

Cheng Shuangjiang didn't say anything, but simply opened her schoolbag.

Then, the action froze.

"You didn't bring an umbrella either?"

Zhou Heming noticed her embarrassment.

"I thought someone like you would always carry an umbrella in your bag."

Where is Lu Bai?

Cheng Shuangjiang ignored Zhou Heming's teasing and instead asked a question.

“She went to film a drama and will be back on Sunday. Perfect timing, the drama she starred in before, the Pianist Girl, also airs on Sundays, so we plan to watch it together.”

Zhou Heming answered generously.

"Are you two dating?"

Cheng Shuangjiang asked again.

Zhou Heming looked over, but in the dim light, he couldn't see the girl's expression clearly, and he didn't know why Cheng Shuangjiang was asking this question.

"No, we just lived together."

The boy spoke the truth.

His biggest flaw in life is that he can't lie.

"Living together."

Cheng Shuangjiang repeated the sentence.

She didn't seem to understand what Zhou Heming meant.

Although the girl was indeed a bit rigid, Zhou Heming had to admit that the relationship between him and Lu Bai was really hard to explain.

How's your piano playing? Are you still practicing?

Zhou Heming asked again.

After spending a lot of time with Lu Bai, he seemed to have picked up some of Lu Bai's habit of not letting his words fall to the ground.

He is getting closer and closer to his 35-year-old self.

"Ah."

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded.

The rain was still falling. On the quiet and dimly lit first floor of the teaching building, Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang chatted idly.

Unlike his unspoken understanding and close intimacy with her after her rebirth.

She is also different from the aloof and unapproachable woman she was before.

The two people are like ordinary classmates or friends with a slightly distant relationship.

Before we knew it, the rain had lessened considerably, leaving only a light drizzle.

"The school is about to close, should we hurry to the station?"

Zhou Heming suggested.

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded.

The two of them covered their heads slightly with their hands and ran out.

However, Cheng Shuangjiang's physical strength was really not good. He was out of breath as soon as he left the school gate and could not run much.

Then, the rain suddenly intensified.

"You'll catch a cold."

Seeing this, Zhou Heming grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her to run wildly in the rain.

When they arrived at the station, both of them had flushed faces and wet hair.

They sat down in the two seats they had been sitting in before, continuing their conversation from downstairs in the teaching building.

By the time we arrived at the station, the rain had completely stopped.

The night sky was clear, and the wind was much gentler.

They walked side by side, passing the cherry blossom tree where they had kissed for the hundredth time, passing the cake shop where college students worked, passing the breakfast shop where they usually bought breakfast, passing the small shop selling twelve-piece Spring Festival snacks, and then went upstairs.

"See you next Monday."

Zhou Heming said as he opened the door.

Cheng Shuangjiang didn't answer immediately, but nodded instead.

After returning home, Zhou Heming immediately took a hot shower to avoid catching a cold like he did during the Spring Festival.

When he finished washing up and came out, he saw several videos shared by Lu Bai on his phone, as well as a QQ message from Cheng Shuangjiang.

【Cheng Shuangjiang】: Good night.

at the same time.

next door.

Cheng Shuangjiang, who had just taken a hot shower and was about to blow-dry her hair, had her phone vibrate. She picked it up to check.

[Zhou Heming]: Good night, remember to dry your hair.

After staring at the message for a while, the girl put down her phone.

Then he opened his backpack.

I gently placed the umbrella, which I had put in my bag that morning but hadn't taken out to use, on the table.

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