Kuai Chuan is crying by myself every day

Chapter 235 After Amnesia
She thought about taking a photo for Shen Ji to see, but it was just Bai Cha's whim. She remembered the photos in high school, so she tied a ponytail, as if to help Shen Ji recall the past.

After she sent this message to Shen Ji, he also seemed to calm down, and didn't send her crazy messages about safety.

Baicha has nothing to do, and she is not interested in TV dramas, so she decides to clean up.

In fact, Shen Ji had already arranged the things in the house very well, and Bai Cha didn't dare to mess with his things, so she simply swept and mopped the floor.

What she didn't expect was that she found a cardboard box under the bed.

The cardboard box lay quietly on the ground, as if it was constantly tempting her to open it and have a look.

Bai Cha had checked Shen Ji's computer before, and although Shen Ji didn't show any concern that time, she felt that it would be a very bad behavior to touch his things without other people's consent.

She took out her mobile phone and found the contact with the note "my object".

【Mr. Shen, I found a cardboard box under the bed. 】

After a while, a message came back from there.

【Want to see it? 】

[Want to see. 】

[Let's see then. 】

With his consent, Baicha couldn't wait to open the cardboard box.

There were a lot of things neatly placed in the box, not messy, and she saw the student ID card on the top at a glance.

His photo was posted on the student ID card. At that time, he looked younger and more indifferent than he is now.

Baicha always thinks that if she hadn't lived for such a period of time, she would never have imagined that this man is actually gentle to the bone.

She stared at his student ID card for a while, feeling more and more regretful. She forgot what happened in her student days and how they got along with each other before.

The things in the box should be from Shen Ji's student days, but to her surprise, there was a set of his high school uniform in the box.

The school uniform has the typical characteristics of the flower planter public high school uniform, which is blue and white baggy sportswear.

She took out the school uniform and opened it. On a corner of the clothes, she found a little red mark, like paint. Because of the age, this mark has been integrated into the fabric of the clothes. It is estimated that it is difficult to wash it off.

She couldn't quite understand why Shen Ji didn't wash this school uniform at the beginning, and why he kept this school uniform specially.

Then, she saw a diary.

A sentence suddenly popped into Bai Cha's mind: Which serious person can keep a diary?

She shook her head, drove out the strange thoughts in her mind, picked up this diary, she was not sure if Shen Ji also agreed to let her read this.

Forget it, let's not watch it.

No matter how close the relationship is, you should give each other some private space.

Bai Cha casually put the diary aside, she continued to look at other things with great interest, when a gust of wind blew up outside the window, the diary, which had not been placed in the first place, flipped and stayed on one page.

Bai Cha just looked over subconsciously, and then saw the words recorded on that page.

[April [-], sunny day.

She was sick today, and she didn't look very well. She was still dozing off during math class, and I didn't even notice that I touched the end of her hair quietly.

I said from the bottom of my heart, Shen Ji, you only dare to approach her quietly when no one finds out.

Indeed, I am timid, like a coward. 】

When writing the word "coward", the handwriting became heavier and almost cut the paper.

Bai Cha should have covered the diary and put it away, but she continued to read it uncontrollably, and made a clumsy excuse for herself in her heart.

It is the hand of the wind.

[When the fourth class was over, she fell asleep on the table, but she woke up soon, remembering that today is a student on duty, she is responsible for cleaning the blackboard, there are no other people in the classroom, she When I saw me on the podium, I was a little surprised.

I have to admit, I'm not a helpful person, and even, I'm still thinking despicably, she will only look at me when I'm in a space with only the two of us.

I wiped the blackboard.

She said thank you to me.

This kind of polite attitude is the same as she treats other students.

What should I do to make her look at me more? 】

Before he knew it, Bai Cha was lying on the bed with the diary in his hands. The words on the paper seemed to have a peculiar charm, and the young man who was deeply in love with him seemed to have jumped out of the paper.

Shen Ji's indifferent appearance in the photo appeared in her mind again. If she hadn't seen this diary, who would have thought that in his youth, he was like many ordinary boys in adolescence, Worried about the girl you like?

She turned a page back.

[April [-]th, sunny day

She still had a cold, and her voice was a bit hoarse, but when other students handed over the spicy sticks, she ate them happily.

Then she coughed harder.

The person next to her passed the water for her, and she smiled and said thank you.

Different from the thank you to me, she looked better when she smiled this time. Maybe, in her eyes, I just have a code name of "the person sitting in the back". 】

[April [-], sunny day.

The monthly exam results came out, and she was still No.1 as before.

Someone found her and asked her for advice. She was very patient, but too patient.

The paper in my hand was crumpled by me, and I didn't have the courage to walk over it. Like everyone else, I asked her generously how to do this question.

I was very afraid that she would spy on my ulterior motives.

It's so strange, even the sunshine that can fall on her body openly, I started to envy. 】

[April 22, rainy day.

There is an art class today, I should be thankful this time, the seats in the art room are allocated according to the grades, and I finally have the opportunity to sit next to her.

She smiled and asked me what I wanted to paint. I had a lot to say, from color to composition, and I could talk to her for a long time, but in the end, somehow, I just said something casually.

After that, she withdrew her gaze and didn't look at me again.

I was swallowed up by annoyance, and I didn't write for a long time.

Finally, she asked me quietly again, did I not bring tools?
Brazenly, I nodded.

She lent me her watercolor paints and accidentally stained my school uniform.

I said it's okay.

I think, I will keep this school uniform for the rest of my life. 】

(End of this chapter)