Do you want to hear my story?
Have you ever loved someone urgently but silently in the war-torn youth like me?
I know.
Although it is difficult to meet, it is wonderful to know each other.
Many years later, I found that I liked him very much, but I didn't dare and didn't have the opportunity to express it.
Memories come like islands in the tide.
I met your name in warm September, but I met you in quiet May.
That may day was the first time you talked to me. That year, I was in Grade Two.
Teachers who teach art have an implicit temperament of scholarly family. That day she wore a sky-blue pleated skirt, which is my favorite color, as pure as the sky, and set off the teacher's delicate figure more exquisitely. I can't help being attracted by the blue color, holding my chin in a daze.
"Classmate, do you have any extra drawing paper?" Your voice suddenly slipped in my ear, like a pearl jumping into a blue-and-white porcelain plate, cold and pleasant.
"Huh?" I was distracted by the beautiful sound.
I looked up doubtfully, and then I met you.
The sun shines through the pure white window, and you are bathed in the sun sitting by the window. You stood in the sun without smiling, but it was also beautiful.
Just like holding a quilt that has just been dried, the air is full of the smell of warm sun.
Unfortunately, I don't have any extra drawing paper.
Oh, yes! Then I'll borrow it from others. " You gave me a polite smile and then walked away silently like a cat.
And I'm still absent-minded, and I don't know that I'm blushing now.
I never expected that what happened later, you suddenly broke into my world, and finally I slowly got stuck in the mud.
After the mid-term exam, the seats will be changed as usual.
I am one of the top 20 students sitting in the middle of the platform.
Then, I saw you again.
Earphones are stuffed in the ears, and white earphone cables come out of the school uniform. You are turning your pen and frowning at your homework.
Everything is so amazing, because the first time I was so close to you, I could see you as soon as I turned my head.
The cicada is singing outside the window, and the countdown to summer is gradually coming. Lotus bones in the lotus pond shook their heads one by one, and butterflies falling in the pavilion were swaying. The lights in the corridor, the silhouette of the campus, midsummer light year.
"Students, there are many papers today. You can do it selectively. It is best to discuss with each other. " The math teacher dropped this sentence and hurried to another classroom.
All the papers have been handed out, which is really a lot. I grabbed a piece of paper and started to do it. While I was not sleepy, I quickly made more.
"Oh, it's so hard!" Blossoming frowned and pouted, "Why do teachers like to ask such tricky questions?" I glanced at her paper. The second and eleventh questions were wrong, and the third one was wrong.
However, I also encountered a problem, so I agreed with her that "the teacher is very unfriendly and always has problems to fool us scum", and then I habitually began to bite the pen when I couldn't do the problem.
"You also said, hey, obviously you are a schoolmaster, and the real scum in front of you is very sad." When blossoming couldn't do the problem, she just started harassing me, so she put her right hand over her mouth and gasped, and then reached out and scratched on my creaky nest.
Suddenly, I was attacked by flowers. It really itches. I started laughing and then burst into tears. Finally, I smiled and begged for mercy. "Dear princess blossoming, you put the small one, and the small one was wrong."
The two girls stopped fighting at once and began to return to normal and study hard. I also forced to suppress my tears of laughter. Oh, really ... that was awkward. Maybe no one should see it.
But a gust of wind blew my paper away. When I turned around, I found you smiling at me and handed me the paper.
I blushed and took the paper.
Someone saw me. ...
I sat down in my seat, and then rubbed my hands, ready to continue fighting math.
A shadow covered me. "Classmate, the way you solve this problem is very simple and unique. Can you talk about it together? " .
I didn't look up. "Yes!"
Then I saw you pull the chair in front of me and turn around and sit opposite me.
Close ... my little heart!
You write down your thoughts on white paper with your head down, and your thick long eyelashes cover a shadow. When you write, you unconsciously sip your mouth, and the dimples are looming.
Suddenly I felt the temperature on my face rise again. In fact, I have always been a calm woman. People I don't know always think I'm cold and never take my time. I am calm when I am embarrassed occasionally.
I touched my cheek, in fact, it was a heartbeat, but I didn't know so much when I was a child, and I always thought it was a beautiful illusion.
After the discussion, because of the problem, we often communicate and get familiar with each other.
You will tell me many things, many things you don't want to tell others.
Your writing style is very good, flowing and unique. You are often read as a model essay by the teacher in class, but you always frown when the teacher is reading. Later, I asked you why you were studying in a quiet evening. You said you didn't really want to show that you could write, and your composition was for reading. Then many people will feel how powerful they are, and this feeling is not very comfortable, because that's what I feel.
In fact, your writing really surprised me, seeing the big picture from the small, poetry and songs, romantic and handy.
You sing very well. In fact, your voice is beautiful, deep and gentle, like a vanilla beauty, full and sincere.
You like playing basketball. I still remember watching you play basketball secretly, watching your face turn red with the sun, watching your skirt slightly blown by the wind, and watching the dense sweat on your forehead. ...
Your handwriting is very beautiful. From the way you hold the pen, I know that you have been practicing calligraphy since you were a child, and your handwriting is like a person. I still have the card you gave me until now.
This wanton growth is like a weed. You are the deepest secret in my deep well. In my opinion, you should be my best friend, because at that time I didn't understand that I liked you.
Then you fell in love. She was a petite girl next door.
You will send her home under a blue umbrella in rainy days, you will send her beautiful apples on Christmas Eve, and you will accompany her to hang Kongming's lanterns on starry nights.
However, later, you broke up again. On a rainy night with many moths, you lie on your desk for a long time. You must be very sad. You are sad, and I am sad with you.
In fact, you never told me that you were in love and broke up, so you didn't share the joy of your love, nor did you tell me the anguish of your lovelorn love, but I know it all, I just know it all.
If I can, I want to hug you, even if there is traffic and people coming and going between us.
However, the past years, the past you, can never be found again, and your once smile is scattered in your memory.
An accident separated heaven and man.
Never see you again, the most special one in that crowd, the one who likes to wear white headphones, the versatile one, the one I like.
That warm and humid teenager, like moonlight, pours in the dark heart for a long time.
I blushed when I first saw her, but now I blush when I think about her.
Unrequited love ended in nothing.
Secret love is very bitter, and it is difficult to speak in my heart.
So far, I have never liked a person so much. Your shadow has influenced me for a long time. It should be difficult to meet you like this and then like someone else.
If you are young, I hope you can be as brave as Qin Xiang. Your life is so short. Don't let regrets take you away.
I didn't even have his last farewell, not even a good farewell. So say goodbye in advance, because there is often no chance to say goodbye when you leave.
Finally, Zheng Er said that love is beautiful. When you meet someone, you will become another beautiful person.