The sophomore year of high school passed in a hurry, and the next thing to greet was the third year of high school, the demonic senior year of high school. I think I will never forget this time in my third year of high school.

It's scarier than the Guardian says I'm anything or anything, and in my opinion it's a black high school junior.

The school moved the campus to Haizi as promised, and at the same time added a lot of buses. The new campus is indeed magnificent, and compared to the old campus, this is the Confucius Institute. Locals affectionately call it "Haizi University", and indeed it is the highest university in the county. It shows that it looks very grandiose, but in fact, the internal facilities still need to be improved. A lot of things are missing, but it's already pretty good. It took only one year to build such a huge university, which seemed to be a masterpiece at the time. I heard the teacher introduce that it cost 120 million yuan. If this money is in my hands, there may be another rich man in the world. One of the most popular phrases at school at the time was that I was going to the city on the weekend. The school is still some distance from the county seat. It was quite remote at the time.

Since coming to the new campus, coupled with the pressure of studying, I feel that Yaya is deliberately alienating me. I sometimes call and she doesn't answer. When I came home from school on the weekend, I waited for her at the school gate, and she came out very late on purpose. I sometimes went to look for her, and she was very reluctant to go back with me. I understand all this, I know that I have to take the college entrance examination, and while I have to study, I have to study on the other hand, and on the other hand, I have the pressure from my parents, and I don't have the heart to put it here. But don't be so overt about me.

Sometimes I really wonder, why did she suddenly do this? At first I thought she was just under too much pressure to study, and I should understand her. Try not to disturb her as much as possible, we haven't had breakfast together since we arrived at the new campus. She always had 10,000 reasons why she couldn't have breakfast with me. For a while, I lived like a single dog.

Finally I couldn't stand it, I asked the question, you don't ask like this, do you have any opinion about me, I feel that you are deliberately avoiding me? Why? What did I do wrong? "You didn't do anything wrong! I feel a lot of pressure, can you tell me what pressure you have, you won't understand, you don't say how I understand, people are mutual, okay, I'll tell you later, okay! Can we not do this? You are lukewarm to me, since your birthday, I feel like we're not like we used to be, right?" Ya was silent, she didn't do anything she said, she felt that she couldn't listen to my words anymore, and her left ear listened to her right ear. The face was dry all the time, and whatever I said was an expression. In her heart, I don't know if I'm the one I used to love desperately. I've never felt so strange to Yah. In particular, I didn't say a word, and I felt particularly helpless, I was not facing a piece of wood, but a living person. I wanted her to say something, but she wouldn't say anything, just an expression. It doesn't matter what it feels. It seems like everything is up to me alone. It felt like I was wishful thinking on my own. I slurred two words in my mouth, "break up", I will give you freedom, give you decompression, you are free. He hugged Ya, who was like a wooden man, motionless and expressionless. It's up to me to decide everything. Gradually, Ya left my sight. She walked slowly and didn't look back, and I could only walk away from her back. For a moment, my heart was like a knife. My mind is full of remorse, why did I say such things. Yah did nothing wrong. She just doesn't seem to like me that much, or I care about her too much, I call her too much, but I feel like I can't stop it.

Am I wrong? But what she did during this time wasn't telling me that she didn't want to spend time with me? Memories don't let me go in every corner. When I came back, I couldn't get past myself, so I picked up my phone and edited the text message, "Ya! Are we really over?" Ya immediately returned: I don't know, I'm so confused, I'm sorry it's me who is not good, I ignore your feelings. I'm sorry, I can see between the lines that Ya knows that she is wrong, "I finally feel that I have to dry her, how can it be so easy, these sin for a period of time have been in vain?" Who knew that I was so temperless, and immediately sent her a message, "Let's not separate, okay, I can't live without you." Yaya also replied: Well, don't separate, talk about a love that doesn't break up. No one will let go of what they say. "After this breakup, our relationship has warmed up again. But the temperature is still the temperature, and after a while the sub-temperature starts again. So I gradually got used to not being there. I used to record my thoughts in the form of notes, noting down my thoughts about her and her attitude towards me. The diary is titled "Promises Are Worthless".

Tonight is another silent night, only to write the day. The diary wrote,On the night of February 26, 016,I really want to understand your world,It seems to understand your person,Why are you such a person,I asked you if you like me,Your answer is yes,I really can't feel the direction,If true love why should you snub me like this,Let me fall into the whirlpool of feelings,These words seem to be a little naïve and ridiculous now,But that's really my inner monologue.。 I really can't guess you, why are you like this, if you don't really like it, please let it go, okay? Don't let me suffer, my mind is on this, how can you still read, I think most high school students have an experience like me. Ever since I turned off my special abilities, I've been living an ordinary life. An ordinary high school student who can't be ordinary anymore, Liu Junya has never appeared again, and Liu Piaopiao is an unsolved mystery. I don't have time to take care of everything, keep writing a diary, what would you think if you were at a crossroads, what would you think of me? I was persistent but I didn't know how long I could last, and I wanted to ask myself how long I could like you. It's really too extravagant to say love at such an age, and it may be more accurate to use it. Do you think I wouldn't be able to survive without you?

But to the limit, I think I'll look at it and it doesn't matter. Please don't push me, okay? I really want to know what you think in your heart, whether I have ever existed in your heart. Is it just a joke with me, if you tell me in advance? If so, I really want to dig open your heart and see what you have in your heart? Why did you get to where you are today? Regardless of whether you ask or don't hear it, do you have a girlfriend like you? You will never think of me in your world. Are you really that noble and cold? Can you put down your face and talk to me? Can you do it? If you continue like this, you are more manly than me. If you keep doing this, I think it will be in vain to be together for any longer. I felt a great sense of relief after writing these diaries myself. This may be the only way to relieve your own stress. What is the reason for all night? Holding the diary for a long time, what happened to me! Maybe I can't fall in love at this age, but who really can? Those years of youth can only stay in those years.

Just as I was about to go to bed, Miraculous Ya called me, and now it's a miracle, "What are you doing? What are you doing, what are you? How can you have time to call me? Busy man, what are you talking about? Isn't it normal for me to call you? Is it normal? Think to yourself how long you haven't called me? We used to call almost every day, so you won't call me? How many times have I called, and you said yourself? Every time you call, you say you're busy, and you don't talk in the middle of the conversation. Well, that's what you think, I really don't want to do that at the moment, it's me who ignores you, what do you want? Without saying a word, we began to fall silent. Maybe we're really coming to the end. "That's it, well, okay! good. "I picked up my phone and posted a message on QQ, "Who else is at the end of the road?" Not long after, Ya commented, who is there? Another person said, she! Ya asked knowingly who is "she"? I really can't stand it, and replied, pig. Ya commented that you are a pig. This humble reply made me happy all night. It turns out that she still has mine in her heart. Women are really eccentric, and there are a thousand words in their hearts that never come out. I don't know about others, at least Ya is like this, always choosing to be silent when he shouldn't. She rarely talks to everyone on weekdays, maybe it has something to do with her growing environment.

Ya is such a person, who has few words and a strange temper. A typical cold type, who will only express the changes in his heart with his expressions, and people who haven't been with her for a long time won't understand. I don't think I can understand her all. There will always be silence. I never talk to people about good and bad, and if I am happy, I may talk to you more. Now she is a word "cold" and no longer has the feeling of just knowing her, at that time she and I had nothing to say, even a small surprise can be happy for a long time, I really don't know why she has such a change. I didn't do anything wrong! I wanted to call her again, but after thinking about it, she must have said that she was busy again, so that she could study hard, I called a female classmate in the class, every Monday morning, after the second class, to bring her milk, and she insisted on it, but she was disgusted and disgusted. Her attitude towards me can only be attributed to the pressure of studying. I understand all this, so I try not to disturb her as much as possible, and I comfort myself like this. It would be good if we were admitted to university, and then we would be free. You can be together openly. I'm going to fight for our dreams. Let's bear with the pain of lovesickness for the time being, Ya must be the same as I thought. It's also working hard for our future, and we don't want to spoil big things for our children's personal affairs. It was all wishful thinking on my part, and it wasn't until the day later that I really realized I was wrong. Some things are better not to be revealed, and once they are revealed, even the best skin is ugly.

You can never think of what a woman is thinking about this second, maybe she likes you this second, but the next second belongs to someone else, the memory of a fish has seven seconds, people are not as good as fish, and she can belong to others in one second. It's really scary. I'm not afraid of ghosts, but I'm even more afraid of women.