Guo Jingming’s recent eyedrop commercial:

Warning: This translation is as abridged as possible and cuts out almost all romance.
Read the original, Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5 and Part 6.
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A long time ago, in Yi Yao’s memories, the fountain was still very pretty. At that time, she had just entered school. The school’s front doors were still being fixed, so all the students entered from this back door.

During that time, the fountain would have pretty waterfalls everyday, and a lot of girls and boys sat around the fountain to eat together. From the plant in the middle of the fountain, on the statue, would fall countless baby green or soft pink buds, floating on the water surface, and being eaten by the red fishes in the water.

Until later, the front door was done building, and all the students entered that way. Slowly, no one ever came to this former door anymore.

Until that winter, when because there are no more students throwing bread crumbs into the pool, so the last fish in the pool slowly floated onto the surface, its white stomach shining a shade of green under the sunlight.

Yi Yao took off her jacket and squeezed the water out of it. Her clothes are almost all soaked.

Two puddles immediately formed under her feet, and Yi Yao raised her hand to wipe off the wet water on her face.

She turned around, and saw Gu Senxi, his pants rolled up, a boy’s strong thighs soaked in the black pool water.

He picked up the last book, shook it, opened it and then put it at the edge of the pool to dry. Then he came out of the pool.

Yi Yao didn’t care about the Gu Senxi standing behind her, grabbed the pile of wet books, and started to leave the school. As she was about to exit the school door, Yi Yao raised her head and saw Qi Ming.

In her mind flashed back that text in her cellphone like captions

–Teacher held me back for something. I can’t wait for you today. You go home first.”

And in the background, was the backs of Qi Ming and a girl walking together. The two pushed their bikes very, very slowly, Qi Ming’s face was facing the girl, her hair blown open by the wind, refreshing and clean. In Qi Ming’s backseat was a very intricate box.

–it’s hard to guess whether it’s ready to be given, or just received.

But perhaps these are no longer important.

Yi Yao walked behind them, at the same slow speed.

The wind blew on her, and the clothes touching the skin spread a wet cold around her. But she seems to have already lost the feeling of coldness.

Only that the hand hugging the books are too tight, giving her a stream of sour pain.