It was a pity, but it had little to do with him, so Fang Ye didn't think much about it. Within a few days, he completely forgot about it.

When he returned to his alma mater, he saw that his high school teacher was hung on the wall of commendation for having trained two students of Yan University. Next to him were he and Wen Suisui, two outstanding students who entered Yan University.

Photos of students.

Wen Suisui...

...Yanda.

The two combinations put together are slightly shocking.

Under Fang Ye's big head was written his college entrance examination score of nearly 700 and his province's ranking. Wen Suisui's college entrance examination score was not available, so there was a line of small words written under her profile picture, the specific content of which was a gold medal in XX years.

Winner.

The year corresponds to when Wen Suisui was a sophomore in high school.

So, she actually didn't have to take the exam at all, because she was admitted directly during her sophomore year of high school.

Fang Ye: "..."

Then why should he feel sorry for her?

It turns out that the clown is actually himself.

Although Fang Ye learned that his classmates were also at Yanda, they were just ordinary classmates after all, so he didn't have any thoughts of meeting fellow classmates. What was in the past is what it is now.

Later, Fang Ye didn't know what day it was, but his classmate stood in front of him.

That time was the first time the life trajectories of Wen Suisui and Fang Ye overlapped.

They met for the first time.

The trajectories of each other's lives slowly extend from two parallel lines to a node towards the other person.

At that time, Wen Suisui was still cold and stern. She stopped him outside the playground, regardless of whether there was anyone else around him, and then spoke boldly and innocently about the little thoughts of her girl Huaichun. She had just spoken with an expression on her face.

At that time, Fang Ye thought that he had offended her in some way and she wanted to settle accounts with him.

But the words she spoke were totally inconsistent with her whole aura.

Her cold expression makes people feel as if she is the fine snow in winter. Although she looks very gentle, she is facing the biting cold wind.

And when she spoke, her girlish thoughts were like the warm sunshine of spring, gentle and giving people hope.

Wen Suisui said that she secretly admired him when she was in high school. She liked classmates who were good at Chinese. Later she realized that it was not admiration, but love.

Wen Suisui said that maybe that emotion was really just pure admiration. But after three or four years of accumulation, this admiration in the heart not only did not slowly disappear, but at a certain moment, it showed

I missed Fang Ye.

Wen Suisui thought, maybe this is love.

Later, Wen Suisui saw a sentence in a book that was very appropriate for this process of mental change.

It seems that quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.

"..."

Sure enough, people still need to read more.

After Wen Suisui finished speaking, she spoke directly. She raised her head and asked Fang Ye: "So are you willing to give me a try?"

Fang Ye did not agree immediately because he was thinking about what Wen Suisui said.

She said she admired him in high school...

Isn't this nonsense?

She didn't even have a few words with him when she was in high school.

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Suisui at the side interrupted Fang Ye's memories.

After confirming that the girl next to him was his wife who had been with him for decades, Fang Ye felt peaceful.

Fang Ye sighed: "I was thinking, if I had agreed immediately when you confessed your love to me, we wouldn't have had to take so many detours."

So Wen Suisui immediately became energetic.

She opened her eyes wide, moved her butt forward, and turned slightly sideways to look at Fang Ye.

"It's not too late. Come on, confess your love to me, and I will agree immediately." There was a little excitement in Wen Suisui's tone.

Fang Ye was weird and awkward, and said in a low voice: "I love you."

We are already an old married couple, and we are still talking about this.

No wonder it's embarrassing.
Chapter completed!