Chapter 2 The Notebook of Our Future

After I said I wanted to break up, my best friend scolded me like I had lost my mind.

"Zhou Chaoqing treats you so well. Have you forgotten that Notebook?"

"Do you know how many people envy you for having a boyfriend who plans everything like that?"

Zhou Chaoqing had a Notebook.

It was filled with our next ten years.

The first stage was university.

Back in high school his grades were better than mine. He tutored me every week without fail. In the end we went to the same university.

The second stage was PhD.

So he planned my path from undergrad to direct PhD.

Detailed down to which major to switch to, which courses to take, which Advisor's research group to join...

Then came work, buying a house, marriage, having kids.

He researched the climate and housing price trends in different cities. He calculated exactly which year we needed the down payment, which year we should have a child.

Every stage of the plan included me.

My best friend sighed. "Lu Siqing, tell me honestly. Which guy would go this far?"

I looked at the snow gradually stopping outside the window.

My throat felt tight.

Yeah.

In that Notebook, the word "we" appeared over and over, densely packed.

He often told me:

"We aren't just passing roads for each other. We're the ones walking toward the same destination together."

Those words were real.

But he wrote in the Notebook to prepare an Anniversary gift, yet he even mixed up the date.

He thought replying to my messages was a waste of time. Chatting with me was less important than researching topics.

He planned our home ten years from now, yet he left me heartbroken countless times in the present.

My best friend kept persuading me.

"Look, he even included you in his plans for ten years from now. Isn't that enough?"

"You're breaking up over something as small as being pinned. Isn't that a bit too dramatic?"

"Listen to me. Don't be impulsive. Don't break up. You'll regret it."

I interrupted her softly.

"If he doesn't even care about the me right now, is there really a place for me in that so-called future?"

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