My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 107 A Farewell for a Reunion
"Uh, Senior Cheng Shuangjiang is doing very well in school, so we should take a picture of her too."

Yu Xin had a premonition that the atmosphere would be extremely awkward when he learned about the filming list, but when he actually arrived on set, he found that it was more than just awkward; he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Okay, so how exactly do we film it?"

Lu Bai was not surprised; instead, he asked the question quite naturally.

Yu Xin hurriedly pulled out a sketchbook and opened it, revealing the storyboards he had drawn.

It's surprising that this person has such artistic talent. Although the drawing skills are average, the composition of these storyboards is quite good, and it's clear that they have drawn inspiration from many classic film shots.

While they were filming Lu Bai alone, Zhou Heming stood aside and watched with a learning attitude.

Cheng Shuangjiang came to his side.

"good afternoon."

She gave a calm and unassuming greeting.

"good afternoon."

Zhou Heming responded with a sentence, his gaze still fixed on Lu Bai.

The summer sun shone through the window and fell on her long, slightly wavy, flaxen hair, which seemed to emit dazzling particles of light, sparkling brilliantly.

The white shirt and school uniform suited her perfectly, just like the first love that every teenager remembers when they wake up from a dream—cheerful, lively, always by your side, chattering away but never annoying.

After filming Lu Bai's part, Yu Xin asked Cheng Shuangjiang to come over.

Zhou Heming didn't check how her filming was going; instead, he took a bottle of water out of his bag and handed it to Lu Bai.

"Thanks."

Lu Bai gulped down two mouthfuls and handed the water bottle back to Zhou Heming.

"It's too hot, you should have a drink too."

Zhou Heming glanced at the bottle opening, took the bottle, and silently took a sip of water.

"Senior? Senior?"

Yu Xin reminded Cheng Shuangjiang twice before she came to her senses and opened the book as Yu Xin had instructed, somewhat absent-mindedly.

"Next, we're going to film male and female classmates sitting together. Senior, would you like to sit here?"

After shooting the solo shots, Yu Xin prepared to start shooting the duo shots, pointing to the seat next to Cheng Shuangjiang.

As someone who once shipped the "Shenzhou" couple, he could never accept this tragic ending.

"Let her come."

Cheng Shuangjiang suddenly stood up and gestured for Lu Bai to sit down.

Yu Xin looked at Lu Bai.

"no problem."

Lu Bai sat down next to Zhou Heming.

The two acted as if they were in class as usual. Lu Bai looked like a little girl who had a crush on Zhou Heming for a long time, her eyes full of the boy's image.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some kind of teen idol drama.

Cheng Shuangjiang watched silently from the side.

"Next, we'll go to the playground to film. It might be a bit hot, so let's make it quick."

Yu Xin said that he and two classmates moved the photography equipment. Zhou Heming wanted to help, but considering that he might accidentally fall and break someone's camera, he could only pick up the tripod instead.

playground.

Two classes are having physical education class.

The younger students in their sports uniforms quickly noticed the group of people taking pictures.

The main reason was that Lu Bai and Cheng Shuangjiang were simply too beautiful, and both of them were very famous in every sense of the word, attracting the attention of the students who were having free time.

Zhou Heming stared blankly at the two girls in front of the camera.

Because he had seen two people who looked even better than this.

Whether it's the girl patiently folding his clothes on the edge of the bed, or the girl nestled in his arms on the sofa at night.

"What, are you stunned?"

When filming came to a close, Lu Bai noticed Zhou Heming staring in her direction, so she came over and waved in front of him.

"I feel sorry for those younger students."

Zhou Heming pointed to the restless juniors on the other side of the playground, whose shooting posture had become deliberate.

"why?"

Puzzled, Lu Bai took the bottle of water from Zhou Heming's bag and took a sip.

"Because they may have met someone today who will amaze them for the rest of their lives, someone they may never meet again who can match them."

Zhou Heming took the water Lu Bai handed him and sipped it slowly.

Are you saying I'm pretty?

A smile appeared on Lu Bai's lips.

"The country will be conquered."

"That's too exaggerated."

As she said this, her smile grew even brighter, and she glanced behind her again.

"Then let me ask you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heming subconsciously touched the top of his head.

"what?"

Do you think I'm prettier than Cheng Shuangjiang?

The girl asked the same question she had asked the two of them when they first met.

She's not as pretty as you.

Zhou Heming answered.

"I can see through lies, you know?"

She asked a meaningful question, much like the host reminding Zhou Heming to choose carefully in the three-question series.

"Ah."

Zhou Heming did not change his answer.

"You pass."

Lu Bai chuckled and looked behind Zhou Heming.

Turning around, Zhou Heming saw Cheng Shuangjiang standing under the shade of a tree, looking in their direction.

You probably heard the whole conversation just now, right?
"Have we finished filming? Can we leave now?"

As Lu Bai spoke, he naturally put his arm around Zhou Heming's arm, which, to onlookers, seemed to carry a hint of asserting his dominance.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

"Yes, thank you for your help, seniors. I forgot to prepare some snacks and drinks, I'm really sorry."

Yu Xin apologized.

"Then let's go."

Lu Bai waved and walked towards the teachers' office building with Zhou Heming.

Cheng Shuangjiang followed behind them.

When I arrived at the Chinese language group office, Cheng Lingjun, Ding Kai, and Ms. Cai from the humanities class were all there.

When the three of them arrived together, the teachers' expressions were quite interesting.

The three of them went to their respective homeroom teachers to collect their graduation certificates.

Zhou Heming's photo still shows him with that blank expression.

"She's a little silly, but very cute."

Lu Bai leaned closer and offered his comments.

"Let me see yours."

Zhou Heming looked at the photo on Lu Bai's graduation certificate.

It can only be said that it would cause heated discussions online and become a representative of the pure and innocent ideal of a generation of internet users.

"Zhou Heming, come here for a moment, I have something to say to you."

Unexpectedly, after giving the graduation certificate to Cheng Shuangjiang, Cheng Lingjun called out to Zhou Heming.

He led Zhou Heming into the corridor.

Cheng Shuangjiang stayed in the office, looking out the window with Lu Bai.

"Two things."

Cheng Lingjun considered for a moment, seemingly deciding which matter to address first.

"First of all, I'm sorry about what happened with Shuangjiang. She may have caused you some harm, and I don't know why she did it. But since it has already happened, I hope you can live a good life."

"Yeah, I understand."

Zhou Heming glanced at Cheng Lingjun.

He could vaguely sense why Cheng Lingjun was only talking to him about these things now.

It wasn't about making amends after the fact, but rather a kind of emotion that's hard to express, much like a father's.

Besides, Cheng Lingjun had previously asked Ding Kai to contact Zhou Heming, but he didn't personally intervene at the time, probably because he still had some wishful thinking and room for maneuver—if Cheng Lingjun went directly to Zhou Heming, it would mean that his relationship with Cheng Shuangjiang was completely over.

Just like a young couple who can make up after a fight in bed, if their parents get involved, they might be heading straight for divorce.

Therefore, it wasn't until now that Cheng Lingjun finally spoke about this matter openly.

"Secondly, regarding your college entrance examination, regardless of whether you achieve your desired score, I hope you can make a choice that does not go against your heart, and I hope you can live your life in a way that you like."

"I will."

Zhou Heming nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

“Teacher Cheng, you have answered all my questions, taught me all the lessons I needed to learn, and passed on all the knowledge I needed to impart. Once a teacher, always a teacher. I will never forget your teachings.” “Know that in your youth you aspired to reach for the clouds and once vowed to be the best in the world. I hope that you will remain steadfast in your ambitions even in poverty and never lose your lofty aspirations.”

Cheng Lingjun patted Zhou Heming on the shoulder.

"But even if you can't do anything, accomplish nothing, make a complete mess of your life, and it's a failure, it's still a life. Before the inevitable end comes, keep going."

He waved.

"Go."

Zhou Heming bowed deeply to Cheng Lingjun.

As Lu Bai and I walked downstairs hand in hand, we heard the sound of a chorus coming from the main building. I wondered which class was rehearsing for the arts performance.

It is "Farewell".

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the fragrant grass stretches to the horizon, the evening breeze brushes the willows and the sound of a flute fades away, the setting sun shines beyond the mountains."

Many senior high school students who came to receive their graduation certificates stopped and took out their phones to record the school building and the singing.

now.

The wind rustles through the treetops, and the sycamore trees flourish.

Midsummer is short, but the cicadas sing a long, drawn-out song.

Zhou Heming suddenly realized that his chaotic yet colorful adolescence had quietly come to an end.

Once in a lifetime, there is no turning back.

*
evening.

Zhou Heming and Lu Bai arrived at the restaurant where the teacher appreciation banquet was being held.

This is a rather sturdy hotel located near the school.

Normally, people only come here for weddings or baby showers among relatives.

The flavor is typical of Jiangcheng, and it's actually not bad.

"See you later."

Lu Bai waved goodbye to Zhou Heming and went to the tables in their class.

Zhou Heming watched her leave, and then saw Cheng Shuangjiang arrive late.
Cheng Shuangjiang simply nodded to him before heading to the dining table for the advanced class.

"Waiting for you for a long time."

Qiao Jinchen noticed Zhou Heming and immediately pulled him to the dining table of Class 7.

Although Ding Kai was sitting at the table, the atmosphere was not heavy; on the contrary, it became more lively.

Xu Youyou was also sitting here, right next to Qiao Jinchen.

Zhou Heming wasn't really good at handling these kinds of meals. At the funeral company, when customers invited him to dinner, as the youngest, all he could do was eat his fill of rice, devouring all the seafood and other dishes that others couldn't enjoy due to gout or other middle-aged ailments or drinking.

But once they started eating, everyone relaxed a lot.

They chatted about all sorts of gossip that hadn't been circulating before, about what was happening at school, who liked whom, and who was planning to study where.

Since the exam scores haven't been released and college applications haven't been submitted, everyone is still enjoying the afterglow of high school life, as if tomorrow will be another normal day of classes.

The next table had already started serving drinks and became noisy. Students were going around toasting each table, which looked very street-smart.

"How about we have some drinks too?"

At this table, someone tentatively asked.

Everyone looked at Ding Kai.

"Make yourselves at home. If you want to drink, I can have a couple of drinks with you."

Ding Kai waved his hand and ordered a few bottles of beer.

Zhou Heming thought for a moment and decided not to pour any wine, but instead to use cola.

The squad leader poured the wine and looked at Zhou Heming.

"Zhou Heming, you have the best Chinese score, so give a toast!"

When asked to speak, Zhou Heming didn't refuse. He considered it for a moment, then stood up and picked up his cup.

"Yes, the book says that all good things must come to an end, and that we will meet again in life. So, I raise this glass to the courageous and passionate journey ahead, to the journey to tomorrow, and to the parting that will lead to our reunion."

He downed the entire glass of cola in one gulp.

"it is good!"

Qiao Jinchen, who was standing next to him, also stood up. He glanced at Xu Youyou beside him, raised his glass and spoke.

"Then I toast to my first deskmate, to my closest friend, and to my favorite Xu Youyou."

"Oh~"

The crowd at the table immediately started to cheer, making the bespectacled girl pinch Qiao Jinchen's waist in embarrassment.

"Youyou, why don't you say something too?"

Qiao Jinchen took a sip of beer from his glass and then urged the girl next to him to join in.

Xu Youyou adjusted her glasses and picked up her juice.

"Well, this cup is a toast to the boy who didn't see the winter rain, a toast to the fireworks rising over the riverbank, a toast..."

She paused, drank her juice in one gulp, and then spoke softly.

"A toast to my favorite Qiao Jinchen."

The jeers grew even louder.

Even Qiao Jinchen's face was flushed, it was hard to tell if it was from the alcohol or from Xu Youyou's confession.

Zhou Heming smiled happily.

Their actions made the atmosphere at the table even more lively.

The squad leader took the lead and also raised his glass.

"This toast is to the youthful years without regrets, to every night spent studying late into the night, and to the dawn that we will all eventually welcome."

He drank it all in one gulp, his cheeks flushed.

The sports committee member hurriedly poured himself a glass of beer mixed with Sprite, took a sip, and then remembered that he was supposed to speak.

"This cup of mine is a toast to the game-winning three-pointer that missed, a toast to the soda bottles after school in summer, and a toast to the boys and girls who are always running."

Everyone was infected by the sentiment and raised their glasses to speak.

They didn't pay attention to literary style, rhythm, or allusions; they simply described the scenes that left the deepest impression on them during their three years of high school in plain language.

"A toast to the drowsy math class, a toast to the never-ending English class, and a toast to the joyful Chinese class!"

A cheerful girl with average grades shouted, leaving Ding Kai momentarily unsure whether to applaud.

"A toast to the piles of test papers on the desks, a toast to the unpalatable food in the cafeteria, a toast to the school bell that I long to hear again."

A boy who usually seemed very focused on his studies whispered.

"A toast to the sunset outside the classroom window, a toast to the sunrise on the playground in the morning, a toast to the dazzling reflection on the blackboard."

A girl who usually didn't talk much raised her voice slightly.

At this moment, a quiet and unassuming boy mustered up his courage and stood up. He raised his glass, glanced casually at the girl a few seats away, and then spoke.

"To the name on the draft paper, to the group photo taken for her, to the unspoken crush."

Just as the boy was about to give up and finish the beer in his glass, the girl picked up the glass of juice.

"Respect always looks back at the desk in front of me, respect waits for someone to invite you to take a photo together, respect, I want to continue to accompany you through the youth."

Her face flushed red, and she sat down amidst the cheers and jeers.

The boy, who had been standing there, looked dazed and incredulous until a classmate patted him on the shoulder, at which point he turned around and met the girl's gaze.

"Oh~"

The jeers started again.

Finally, Ding Kai raised his glass.

"Fellow students, I won't say much more. This cup is a toast to your soaring success on this day next year, a toast to brewing new tea with newly kindled fire, and a toast to having no friends on the road ahead."

As the teacher appreciation banquet progressed, perhaps due to the effects of alcohol or the right atmosphere, many people began to weep with red eyes, their hearts filled with sorrow and longing. Even those who were usually cheerful and carefree became melancholic.

Many people are only now vaguely aware of why Wang Wei (the monk Wei) urged the man to drink another cup of wine.

Once you leave Yangguan Pass to the west, you'll truly find no more old friends.

Xu Youyou also burst into tears for no apparent reason, and Qiao Jinchen had no choice but to let her nestle in his arms and keep comforting her.

Zhou Heming got up and went to the restroom. Instead of returning to the table, he went to the terrace on one side of the lobby. In spring and autumn, this area could be used as an open-air seating area, but now that the weather was hot, there were only empty tables and chairs.

He casually found a chair facing the street, sat down, and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down for a while.

Zhou Heming wasn't good at these emotional occasions. It wasn't that he was cold-hearted, but rather that he didn't know what kind of expression to put on.

He could maintain a professional and solemn demeanor at a funeral home, but at this teacher appreciation banquet, he felt somewhat at a loss.

He found it difficult to immerse himself in the tears of his classmates, yet he couldn't remain detached and indifferently watch the impending farewell.

Sometimes, he would envy his classmates who could laugh heartily or cry uncontrollably.

So Zhou Heming chose to hide in a corner.

He remembered reading in a book that some people would sneak out of the crowd during parties, letting others know they were there by being absent.

The book also says that sometimes, love is simply knowing that I'm not there.

Although he didn't have such thoughts, Zhou Heming was indeed a little curious whether anyone would notice his disappearance.

The moment Zhou Heming realized this, his phone vibrated.

It's news from Lu Bai.

[Lu Bai]: Where are you? I didn't see you at any of the tables in your class.

Just as Zhou Heming was about to reply to the message, he felt someone standing in front of him.

I looked up and saw Cheng Shuangjiang.

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