I waited for her silently outside the classroom, and I will confess my love to her when she comes back. She came back, but my heart was beating wildly, and the soles of my feet seemed to have lost the slightest strength. This kind of excitement is even more terrible than Teacher Liang's dictation of my words!
I don't know how I mustered up the courage, I don't know how my feet moved, I don't know why she ran, and I don't know why I chased her. Now I only clearly remember the situation at that time, and the situation is still vivid in my mind.
Finally caught up, but she was aggressive. She cornered me next to a holly tree, and I faced her. The strong light from the teaching building we were in before made it hard for me to open my eyes.
"Did you write that book?" She spoke sharply, with a disdainful disgust in her tone, her question was like a master asking his puppy, "Did you eat the fish?"
"You gave it to the wrong person."
"No, I'm just for you." I, who was always cowardly, had already been suppressed by her, and my voice had no strength at all.
"I gave it wrong, it didn't come into my hands, you gave it to someone else, but she gave it to me again, and I'll give it back to you later." I knew it was completely hopeless, but I was stubborn and unwilling. "Giving it to you is giving it to you, I am happy hi"
"Stop dreaming, look at you! I hate you as soon as I see you! Tell you that it is impossible between us."
"But" I didn't know what I wanted to say, and what to say. I just feel that a distant disappointment and a distant suffering are flying down and falling on me. In the dark, I feel that the years to come will be endless lovesickness and loneliness. That inexplicable feeling has indeed confirmed my subsequent years.
I stood still, like a child who has made a big mistake and is being reprimanded by a teacher or an elder.
"I have a boyfriend." A thunderbolt on a sunny day completely tore my heart apart. "I study hard just for him. I hope you won't disturb me in the future."
That night I was sleepless, I opened my eyes in vain, staring at the darkness in the darkness. I had no tears, no expectations, not even disappointment. Now that I think about it, I know that feeling is despair!
Not long after that, the notebook I carefully dressed was sent back after being specially processed by her.
A scratch paper with practice questions, and a pile of scraps of paper on which I wrote poems. There is also a notebook with "Liu Mingjun" written on it. I don't have that name, I'm
These precious memories have always been cherished by me, together with the scrap of scrap paper filled with test questions and calculations, they are all well preserved, and I can't lose them, because there are her handwriting on it.
For seven years, no matter where I go, it has always been by my side, even how many times, I gently sent it to her hand in my dream. But when I woke up from the dream, a burst of despair shattered my heart. "Is it possible? I don't deserve it!"
Over the past six years, I have told my close friends countless times about my thoughts, and they all laughed at me as a fool after they sympathized. I don't care what they say, I just care about myself.
In the past six years, I have constantly corrected myself and tried my best to become stronger. Even because of a small mistake, I hated my mistake and gritted my teeth. I even turned my lazy, indifferent self into a person who pursues perfection in everything, has to be full of energy all the time, and has fallen in love with perfection. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com