Feng Qingyi casually flipped through a page and glanced at it. Those few daily sentences recorded her entire high school life and half of her college life.
June 5, 2017: Feng Qingci fell for the prettiest girl in the neighboring class. He used his pocket money to buy her a bouquet of sunflowers, but she ended up giving the flowers to the boy she liked, and the two of them got together smoothly. Feng Qingci was upset and asked me to go get the flowers back. I thought it was embarrassing and didn't go, so we had a big fight in the classroom. I didn't win, and we ended our friendship.
June 5, 2018: Today I rubbed Feng Qingci's face in the dirt because he drew a fat cat on my school uniform, causing the whole school to stare at me.
June 5, 2019: Two days before the college entrance exam, I went home to lie around. Played games all day and successfully ruined my phone.
June 5, 2020: Facts have proven that sometimes you can't be too insistent on your own ideas, otherwise you'll end up like me, a clown standing out like a sore thumb, socially dead.
Looking at these records, even Feng Qingyi found them somewhat amusing.
After taking a shower, Qin Yuchuan, wearing the pajamas Feng Qingyi gave him, strolled out leisurely.
He always felt that wearing these clothes didn't quite suit him.
But clearly, Feng Qingyi didn't think so. She heard the movement and looked up to see Qin Yuchuan wearing panda pajamas.
The round, chubby panda on his front looked lively and adorable, making his whole appearance softer.
Feng Qingyi crawled out from under the covers and stood on the bed. "Come here for a moment."
Qin Yuchuan walked up to Feng Qingyi. "What is it?"
Standing on the bed, Feng Qingyi could easily reach Qin Yuchuan's head. His long hair was loose and still dripping water.
Feng Qingyi took the towel from his hand and roughly rubbed it on his head.
In no time, his hair was a mess from Feng Qingyi's rubbing.
Looking at his bird's nest-like hair, Feng Qingyi sat down laughing, "You can do the rest yourself!"
Qin Yuchuan helplessly took the towel, "Was that fun?"
Feng Qingyi pouted, "Hmm, it felt pretty good. You dry it a bit more yourself, I'll go find you a hair dryer."
After finding the hair dryer, Feng Qingyi handed it to Qin Yuchuan, "Here you go."
"Won't Qingqing help me?" Qin Yuchuan asked.
"Your hair is too long, it's too much work to dry. I've taught you before, there's a socket next to the dressing table, go ahead!"
Qin Yuchuan took the hair dryer to the dressing table, plugged it in, and turned it on.
The sound of the hair dryer filled the bedroom as Qin Yuchuan operated it somewhat clumsily.
Feng Qingyi watched his awkward movements and ran over to teach him.
Qin Yuchuan learned quickly, and Feng Qingyi, seeing this, returned to the bed reassured.
Feng Qingyi sat cross-legged on the bed, leaning back and looking at her phone. Soon, she smelled something burning.
She looked around and finally her gaze landed on Qin Yuchuan.
She hurried over and unplugged the hair dryer. Could it be that his hair got burned?
Qin Yuchuan turned his head, "What's wrong?"
Feng Qingyi took the hair dryer from his hand and looked at it. Fortunately, there wasn't a big problem, just some hair tangled inside.
Feng Qingyi carefully untangled his hair, "I'd better help you dry your hair, otherwise you might ruin it."
"Okay," Qin Yuchuan responded softly.
Feng Qingyi held the hair dryer, slowly helping him dry his hair. After it was mostly dry, she took her comb and started combing his hair.
Just as she had combed a few strokes, Feng Qingyi found her hand being held by him, and the comb was taken away.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Yuchuan stood up with the comb and started combing Feng Qingyi's slightly messy hair.
Qin Yuchuan's movements were very gentle, a hundred times more tender than when she combed her own hair. Immersed in his gentleness, Feng Qingyi didn't make any move.
After a while, he patted her head, "Go lie on the bed, don't catch a cold."
"Okay." Feng Qingyi leaned on the bed and covered herself with the blanket.
Qin Yuchuan combed his own hair, then leaned against Feng Qingyi's side.
Both of them were under the covers, leaning against the headboard.
Qin Yuchuan reached out and took the diary from the bedside table, "Come, let's read it together."
"...Alright!" Feng Qingyi opened the diary.
Qin Yuchuan had one arm around Feng Qingyi's shoulders, and the other hand holding the left side of the diary.
"Today I wore a fluorescent jacket, and was mistaken for a ghost on my way home at night. How could there possibly be a ghost as good-looking as me in this world?" Qin Yuchuan read Feng Qingyi's diary entry with a smile.
Feng Qingyi: "...Am I not good-looking?"
"Mm, Qingqing is the most beautiful," Qin Yuchuan said.
Feng Qingyi: "There was a period when these fluorescent clothes were popular. My brother and I bought several sets of clothes, they were very eye-catching at night, we didn't worry about losing each other when we went out."
"But after we wore them out for a few days, everyone on the street was wearing this kind of clothes, so we lost interest after a few days and put them away in storage."
Qin Yuchuan: "Clothes that glow?"
Feng Qingyi: "Actually, it's because there's fluorescent powder on the clothes, commonly known as glow-in-the-dark powder. Usually, the powder on clothes is light-storing glow-in-the-dark powder."
"Light-storing glow-in-the-dark powder stores energy when exposed to natural light, fluorescent light, ultraviolet light, etc."
"After the light source is removed, it slowly releases the stored energy as fluorescence, so it can still be seen glowing at night or in dark places, lasting for several hours to more than ten hours."
Qin Yuchuan listened attentively to Feng Qingyi's explanation, "Qingqing is so knowledgeable!"
"It's nothing, I just read some books casually. You can continue reading!"
At first, Feng Qingyi felt a bit awkward about Qin Yuchuan reading her diary.
But gradually, she found it quite interesting to introduce past events to him this way.
After reading a few pages of the diary, Feng Qingyi turned her head to look at Qin Yuchuan.
"If we had known each other a long time ago, would we have gotten together earlier?"
Qin Yuchuan flipped through the diary, "No."
"Why?" Feng Qingyi asked.
Qin Yuchuan: "Meeting you was at the most suitable time. I was about to return triumphantly then, the remaining enemy forces were not worth worrying about, and I had enough time to communicate with you."
"If it had been earlier, I would have been practicing martial arts and swordsmanship daily, leading troops into battle, with almost no leisure time. How could I have chatted with you every day?"
"I imagine at that time, you would have been working hard on your studies too, going to and from school on time every day. If that had been the case, we wouldn't have had a future."
Feng Qingyi thought for a moment, "You're right, I guess we could say we met the right person at the right time."
