A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

"You should still have an impression of the school flower of the Department of Foreign Languages ​​in our school? That's the dream lover of the boys of the whole school. The boys who chase her can line the school playground three times, but she didn't agree with anyone's pursuit. In that year, you are sure to come to Beijing. After learning the news, she ran downstairs to the boys’ dormitory, blocked you, and confessed to you..."

"At the time you happened to be back from playing with our team, so many people, the school spent nothing at all, said a lot of things to you, and even she planned your future, it sounds beautiful, and you are just a woman. It’s also quite decent, and to be honest, I also had a little meaning for the school flower at that time. The slender lady and gentleman were so good, but I thought at the time that you were so well-matched, and I like that you can be together. I think that time, many Everyone thinks the same way, but that day, after you said so much in school flowers, you returned to her, sorry."

"School Flower asked why you rejected her, what did you say at the time?"

Han Zhihui tilted his head and thought carefully for a while before speaking out: "... I have remembered your words for so many years in the past. You said that the reason why you are single is probably in your heart. Impossible person, or someone who will never look back."

At that time, he always thought that He Jichen just casually took a sentence to solve the entanglement of the school flowers.

That day, He Jichen returned to the dormitory, where he remained silent for a long time, and did not say anything until dawn the next day.

He thought he had been confessed and had a bad mood. Until now, he didn't know that He Jichen was not in a bad mood, but that sentence hurt his heart.

Thinking, Han Zhihui said again: "So... what about her? This woman number two that has kept you alone all these years, is in your heart an impossible person, or a person who will never look back ?"

He Jichen stared at the crystal clear liquid in the glass, looked at it faintly for a long time, then looked up, glanced at Han Zhihui, and said aloud, "The impossible."

With that, He Jichen dropped his eyes, and there were countless sorrows flowing out from between his eyebrows. He spoke softly, but he concealed a strong grief that couldn't be turned away: "If anything is possible, as long as she is , I will look back without hesitation, but she never gave me this possibility..."

After a pause, He Jichen said again: "...I never thought about giving me this possibility."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little heavy.

The two were silent for a long time. Until the wine in the glass was almost exhausted, Han Zhihui cleared his voice, spoke again, found something he was more interested in, and changed the topic: "Yes, today Is the girl who treated the wound on Nv No. 2 and later treated the wound on you, the doctor accompanying your crew?"

"No, it's a screenwriter, Cheng is not late."

"Cheng Weiwei, she is the author of "Three Thousand Fools"? So young, right, isn't she writing a book? How could she be treated?"

"Oh, her father's name is Cheng Weiguo."

Cheng Weiguo? Han Zhihui's fingertips clenched the stemware, and the tone of his mouth was slightly excited: "Cheng Weiguo? Are you saying that her father is the world-famous medical master, Cheng Weiguo?"

He Jichen nodded his head lightly and responded with a simple word: "Yes."