The first time I met you was the first day of school. In the dormitory, you shouted to me: "Students, let's go. The teacher is going to speak in class. " Then you hurried out, and when I put down what I was holding, you were gone.
What a beautiful girl.
I have two desperate shortcomings since I was a child: face blindness and road blindness. Looking at the campus of Nuoda University, several similar teaching buildings are neatly arranged, echoing back and forth, crisscrossing left and right, and layers of stairs extend in all directions. I was really dumbfounded. When I finally found the classroom, the teacher was already talking on the stage.
You waved to me, and I saw you sitting in my seat with your own cup. You know, in order to find a classroom, I went around the school twice and climbed two wrong buildings. When I asked three classmates, you burst into laughter.
From then on, you went back to the dormitory and walked with me; Eat, come with me; Even going to the bathroom is the same as me.
You are sensitive to all people and things. On the way to dinner, you asked me, "The girl who just walked by has nice shoes, don't you think?"
I paused and replied, "Ah, yes, it's really nice."
You deliberately asked me what color my shoes were, but naturally I couldn't answer, because I had never seen the girl at all.
In the face of my perfunctory, you are not angry, just like in the face of your deliberate ridicule, I don't mind.
Probably because I have you around, I never care about things around me. Because I know that even if I close my eyes every day, I know a little about school.
You will tell me: which aunt in the canteen is in a bad mood, change the window to cook.
Which girl in the class had a double eyelid micro-plastic surgery?
Which class had an argument on campus?
Who is the beauty queen in school having an affair with? ...
At that time, you were my clairvoyance and clairvoyance. Say you mind your own business, but secretly envy your social skills.
My personality is somewhat contrary to yours. There are very few students in my class who make good friends with me. I am always too quiet and withdrawn. I believe in the loneliness and sadness of the ancients, and think that Li Qingzhao's Farewell is the most beautiful, and Lin Daiyu's Moonlit Flower Burial is the most fascinating.
I live in my own world, sitting alone in my seat reading all kinds of books, copying lyrics and taking notes. I hardly take part in any activities.
But I never worry, because I have you.
For a long time, some classmates talked about me in front of you, saying that I was dull, only learned and bored. You were in a hurry. Call them birds and know the ambition of a swan.
Later, when I learned the truth, you proudly said, "am I very knowledgeable?" ? This is the most elegant sentence I have ever said in my life, just like being a thief. "
I said, "Yes!" I have experienced several ups and downs in my heart and my eyes are dancing.
You always know me best.
You know my sick brother has a hard life, so every time he changes seasons, he goes home and rummages, picks up his clothes, takes his big bags to school, and then asks me to carry them home.
You said, "Your brother can't wear all his clothes. If you take them back, your brother is my brother. " I was so moved that I didn't say a word of thanks.
Once, the teacher collected students' family information, and everyone could recommend themselves, write a poverty application and get state subsidies. You urged me again and again, but I didn't want to write. I tried my best to protect my last bit of backbone. At least, I can set up an archway when I am hungry.
Seeing that I couldn't carve a dead wood, you quickly forgot that there was a teacher on the stage and shouted at me loudly: "Is the wool earned by working in winter and summer enough for you to eat and pay tuition?" Well, that's the country's money. Don't wait too long What kind of sublime ... "I covered her mouth and the whole class looked at me uniformly.
Then you asked me why my hands were salty that day.
I said without hesitation: I am sweating.
So far, I dare not tell you that my rhinitis had a tendency to recur that day. I wiped my nose with that hand.
Later, under your threats and inducements, I still wrote an application for poverty, which is only two or three hundred words. You said, "You are so stingy. Write more about death and write down your illness, sadness and autumn. "
I said, "No, Massachusetts is small and has everything."
There are few subsidy places for poor students. It is said that more than half of the students in the class have written applications, but few of them have been approved. I am one of them. When I got the money, it was more than 2000 yuan a dozen thick, more than a month's work in McDonald's. Who doesn't like glistening money?
The night I got the money, I dragged you to the school supermarket and loudly said to you, "Sister, I'll treat you to something to eat. If there is no shop in this village, take it. Forget it, cherish the opportunity. " In other words, the owner of the supermarket will hug my thigh with tears.
In the end, you only chose a bag of spicy strips. Fifty cents.
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Before long, there was a sentence in the class: "Oh, knock on the blackboard. Some people in our class have no parents, and her brother is still ill. This is a tragedy. I got a poverty allowance. Yesterday, I saw her beating meat in the canteen. Are you serious? "
It's loud. I heard it all in my ears. Think with your knees and you'll know they're talking about me. The prototype of the story is an article I published in the school magazine. The protagonist in the article, whose parents died young, was taken to a relative's house and had a brother who was seriously ill and could not walk.
Yes, the story I wrote certainly suits me, and the protagonist's personality is also very similar to mine.
I didn't explain and pretended not to hear. I thought to myself: Say a good word when you meet a lover, but ignore him when you meet scum. I just went back to my dormitory at night and couldn't help crying.
You're angry again. I just lay under the covers for a while, and you yelled at those people in class, one to four, with several people clapping and watching jokes. You are a hero.
Things are getting bigger and bigger. Countless bees fly out of their nests like killing themselves, and no one who is wrong can escape a bite.
You and they were both punished by the school, and their names were recorded in the school radio station informed criticism for a week.
I casually say to you, "Don't worry, I won't fail to graduate with you."
I did help you get high marks in all subjects, and you graduated smoothly. Later, I learned that you didn't learn your professional knowledge well and didn't pass the practice certificate. I can't help you. I'm incompetent. I really hurt you.
Internship, I went to Beijing, and you stayed in your hometown.
I will stay and work in Beijing, and you will get married and have children in your hometown.
It's a long way, time flies, and your daughter has already gone to kindergarten. We talk less and less. Last time I sent WeChat, I stayed before the Spring Festival.
I said, "honey, I'm going home."
You said, "Oh."
I said, "I'm engaged. Let's get together. "
You didn't answer.
An hour later, in your circle of friends, I saw the picture of the child. My daughter is wearing a pink hat, and the rabbit's ears are lovely.
I looked at my mobile phone in a daze, and a thousand words came to my mind, and I had internal injuries in my stomach. Not since.
We all made new friends and had new life experiences. In the circle of friends, your mood alternates between sadness and joy; In the photo, my figure has not changed, and I am wearing clothes I have never seen before; In my arms, the place where I once stayed has now become a strange face.
We are not separated from each other, but we are at the end of our rope.
Tears gather under the eyes and squeeze the throat. Pick up the phone and look at the familiar avatar.
"Steve, busy what? Where's the daughter? I miss you. "
In a minute.
"Dead Steve, long time no see, come back. Daughter, come and call the little mother ... "
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? No matter where I die, I will die back to you.
Five years ago, by the artificial lake in the school, under the biggest willow tree, I called you Nizi, and you called me Nizi. Laughing and laughing, endless cycle. Stupid or not.
Well, it's silly.