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The next day, I brought the composition book to school, planning to ask Chen Wu about it.
“Chen Wu, why does this composition book have my handwriting and name in it?” I asked, holding up the book.
“Hmm?” He looked up at me.
“Look, it’s filled with my name,” I said, pointing to the writing in the book.
He took the book and glanced at it, his expression changing slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked curiously.
“Oh, nothing,” he quickly regained his composure.
“Where did you get this composition book?” I inquired.
“Guo Li gave it to me after the college entrance examination, saying I should study it,” he replied.
“Oh,” I responded without suspicion.
After all, Guo Li is our Chinese teacher in the senior year, and during class, he often used my compositions as examples for the students to reference and learn from.
“Did you notice that it’s filled with my name?” I asked again.
“I... I didn’t pay attention,” he said.
“Really?” I stared at him.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Well, never mind then,” I said, pouting a bit.
Although I felt a bit disappointed, I didn’t dwell on it too much.
After all, it wasn’t that important.
In the evening, when I got home, Chen Wu and I cooked hot pot together.
We bought a bunch of ingredients and laid them out on the table, enjoying a steaming meal together.
“It’s so delicious!” I couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Mm." He responded.
"I think my appetite gets better when I eat with you," I said with a smile.
Hearing this, a smile appeared on his face.
After finishing our meal, we cleaned the kitchen together.
"Are you going back to school to grade papers this time?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," I nodded.
"I'll go with you," he said.
"Sure," I replied.
"Aren't you having a class reunion next month? Can I attend as your plus one?" he asked.
"Of course," I smiled.
"Great," he said with a smile.
That night, I lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep.
The figure of Chen Wu kept appearing in my mind.
How could he not have noticed that my name was written all over the composition book?
Suddenly, I remembered that in my sophomore year, my Chinese teacher had used me as an example, allowing Chen Wu and a few other classmates who performed poorly on the Chinese exam to learn from my essay.
Could this composition book be the one from that time?
Thinking about this made me laugh.
I was quite funny back then.
Because I was so playful, my essays were always a mess, yet the teacher happened to like them and said I was creative.
As a result, my essays were used as examples for other students to learn from.
I remember that during that time, Chen Wu would obediently sit next to me, copying my essays in his notebook.
His handwriting was neat and meticulous, forming a stark contrast to my messy scrawl.
"Chen Wu, can you remember all that after copying it so many times?" I once couldn't help but ask him.
"I can remember." He nodded.
"Wow, you're amazing," I said admiringly.
"Not really," he replied with a humble smile.
"Well, since you remember, can you tell me about my essay?" I asked with a grin.
"Sure," he nodded.
Then he began to talk about my composition. He spoke with great enthusiasm, while I felt myself getting drowsy.
"Lin Wan, you should try writing some deeper articles in the future," he concluded.
"Oh," I responded sleepily.
"You need to remember that writing isn't just random; you have to think deeply about it," he said earnestly.
"Mm," I replied.
From that day on, I started to practice writing diligently, hoping to create more profound pieces. Unfortunately, I still didn't improve. My essays were often used by the teacher as examples of what not to do, serving as warnings for others.
However, this situation allowed me to become closer to Chen Wu. We would discuss problems together, work on assignments, and sometimes even hang out. I felt that my relationship with him was growing stronger.
Unfortunately, the good times didn't last. In our senior year of high school, Chen Wu moved to England because his parents went there for work. After that, we never saw each other again.
I never expected we would reunite now; it truly feels like fate's arrangement.
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