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"Lao Jiao, have you fallen for Wei Ziyang?" Zhou Tong suddenly asked after finishing his shower.
"Shut up," I snapped back at him.
"What's so pretentious about it? If you like her, you like her; if you don't, then you don't," he said, putting on his sportswear and standing on the balcony to enjoy the breeze.
"None of your business," I thought to myself, annoyed at the idea of him wanting to see me embarrassed.
"We're best friends," Zhou Tong turned to look at me. "So I'll only ask you this once. I can tell you that I like Wei Ziyang, but if you also like her, I can back off. However, if you say you don't like her, then after the exams, I'm going to pursue her. Think carefully before you answer; don't regret it later."
"..." My heart twisted in knots as I managed to say, "Why would you give up?"
"Because she seems happier when she's with you. You don't know; she hardly smiled in the past few months."
"I don't know. Maybe I like her a bit; it's hard to say." I answered honestly.
"Then seize the opportunity," Zhou Tong said, patting me on the shoulder. "She's a good girl."
That night, I couldn't sleep at all. At eighteen, love was still a vague concept for me. My mind was filled with thoughts of how to approach it. I had fantasized about sex before, but those were just due to hormones.
Did I like Wei Ziyang? Did she like me? These two questions felt like the final exam question that kept me tossing and turning.
By morning, I found my answer: those heartbeats couldn't lie.
I liked Wei Ziyang, and I was going to confess my feelings!
On the night after our college entrance exams ended, we had a farewell dinner in our dormitory, and everyone drank quite a bit. Under the influence of alcohol, I mustered up my courage and hailed a taxi, reeking of booze, heading to another restaurant—the one where Wei Ziyang was having her farewell dinner. I pulled her out from the private room.
"What happened to you?" Wei Ziyang pinched her nose.
"Don't talk, let me speak." Damn, my heart felt like it was about to leap out of my throat.
"Wei Ziyang." I shouted loudly.
"What's with the drunken craziness? Do you want me to take you home?" Wei Ziyang tried to come over and support me.
I stubbornly stood across from her, looking into her eyes, and almost yelled my confession: "Wei Ziyang, I like you."
That sentence drained almost all my energy. The world around me swayed, and Wei Ziyang's figure seemed to multiply into three.
After a long silence, Wei Ziyang coldly replied, "You've had too much to drink. Just go home."
"You... don't like me?" I pressed on stubbornly.
"No," Wei Ziyang said as she hailed a taxi, trying to push me into the back seat. I shook off her hand and jumped out of the car again.
"If you don't like me, then why did you give me gifts? Why did you spend New Year's with me? Why did you that night..." I was nearly beside myself with frustration.
"Are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are for me to like you?" Wei Ziyang's eyes were red; she was genuinely angry this time. After saying that, she turned and walked away. As she reached the corner, I saw her wiping away tears.
I sat by the roadside, lit a cigarette, and started laughing uncontrollably. Passersby looked at me as if I were a monster.
I thought I was the protagonist of a romantic drama, but in reality, I was just a lovesick loser.
I laughed until tears streamed down my face, stumbled to my feet, and recklessly crossed the street. In the end, I was knocked down by a motorcycle. I heard many screams before losing consciousness.
What should have been a relaxing holiday turned into days spent in bed with a fractured leg and a bruised face. While I was in the hospital, Zhou Tong and the others came to visit me. Zhou Tong pointed at the door: "Wei Ziyang is outside; she doesn't dare come in."
I smiled with a sense of relief. "It's fine, let her come in."
Wei Ziyang timidly walked to the side of my bed. Perhaps my recklessness had made her feel guilty. I reassured her, "It's okay, the doctor said I'll be able to get out of bed in half a month."
She seemed even thinner, looking somewhat haggard with puffy eyes. "I'm sorry, I should have taken you home," she said.
"What does it have to do with you? It was my own carelessness. No, it was that idiot on the motorcycle who was blind, speeding up while turning."
Wei Ziyang fell silent until my parents came in. She turned to leave, but I called her back and handed her a box from under the bed. Inside were the wristband she had given me, a guitar pick, and the photo booth pictures we took together.
"I'm sorry, we really are better off as friends," I said.
Wei Ziyang shuddered slightly as she took the box and left silently.
It was over; this was just a farcical love story from my youth, with me as the protagonist and no leading lady.
Let me recall—did I see Wei Ziyang again after that? It seems there was one more time. Just before I boarded the train to attend university in another city, I spotted Wei Ziyang on the platform. She wore a white dress, her hair long enough to cascade over her shoulders. In the golden sunlight, she wore beautiful makeup; her skin was fair and her figure tall. The corners of her eyes curved like a bridge, and her smile was radiant as she waved goodbye to me.
I was stunned by her appearance; she was more beautiful than any girl I had ever seen. Even Gu Yueyue, often called the pure school beauty, would pale in comparison standing next to her.
Just as I opened my mouth to say something, the train started moving, and her figure slowly faded from view.
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