Looking at the photos in the office, he suddenly realized that his father is indeed old now, and his makeup is completely different from that time.

He couldn't help but walk into the flower bed, and the flowers inside were blooming, red, yellow, and pink...... All kinds of flowers are swaying in the flower beds.

There are also many small drops of dew on the leaves, which are crystal clear all over each leaf.

Bore, he walked on the road to the campus, stretched his waist, and suddenly saw a falling leaf on the acacia tree, which reminded him of her again.

He took his hand out of his pocket and watched the leaf slowly float down, making him fall into memory again.

He remembered the way she smiled without showing teeth, remembered the way she ate seriously, remembered the way she studied seriously, remembered her habits, remembered the way he played with her, and remembered a lot about her.

He still remembers that the night he gave her leaves, after class in the evening self-study hall, another boy in his class, she and another girl, that is, Lin Jiajia, were under the acacia tree under the teaching building, he took a leaf from the tree and said to give it to her, she was more shy at the time, so she put the leaf in her pocket casually, and didn't say anything, just a leaf, and she was already half red on her face.

He knew what he was like at that time, he had a temper at school, a little funny, he didn't understand, and there were many, many bad things.

I don't know when she started to follow him not as much as she used to, and she didn't talk as much as she used to.

He kept talking to her with excuses, discussing and studying with her, and doing her least favorite math problems with her, until she said to him later: "Han Chen, haven't you noticed, have you changed?"

He had changed since she had spoken to him, had he really changed? He had asked himself countless times, and finally he found that he had indeed changed, that he had become less temperamental, and that even what he was doing now took into account her feelings, the consequences of her whereabouts.

Gradually, he learned to bend and stretch, and he also learned a lot, more of what she liked.

Until now, he has learned more, and he has learned to restrain himself when he encounters something, and he will not deliberately let himself specialize, but what about you, you still can't come back, and we can't come back from the past, that is, we can't be together, and we can't be like before, and we can still sit together, sitting in the flower bed, under the acacia tree, talking and laughing, and you push me to fight.

He regretted it, but it was too late, and she still wouldn't come back.

Sometimes, in fact, he also wanted to escape, thought about leaving, went to a place where no one knew, and thought about letting himself forget her.

But I have thought of many ways, some don't want to use it, some are not easy to use, sometimes I have exhausted all my strength, but I still can't forget it, and it will still arouse her in his heart at a certain moment, a certain place, a certain song, and a certain word.

"Coming back?" a voice interrupted all his thoughts, as if he had suddenly returned to reality from heaven, and he looked at the teacher who greeted him, he was already full of gray hair, and he was not at all as young as he once was.

He just smiled and politely greeted the teacher, who told him that his dad was in class in the school building opposite.

In fact, I came to this school again, not just to find my father, but more to find my own memories, my youth, and the footprints I had walked.

He has been trying hard to change himself, trying to forget her, but every time he fails, now he simply does not forget, keeping her in his heart, he can take this matter as a punishment, so that he will no longer make random choices like before.

Han Bin said to him, "In this life, it is not easy to meet people who can change you." ”

He thought about it for a while and felt that what Han Bin said was very right, really, there are many things that parents can't change, maybe time has changed, and when he grows up, he can understand that there are many injured people, and some just meet someone when they are growing up, and suddenly everything changes.

He took out his mobile phone, facing the familiar scenery of the campus, "clicking" a few times, he didn't know how many photos he took, sitting under the wet acacia tree, the sky was still drizzling, he kept looking for her figure.

Suddenly accompanied by a photo taken by himself, he deliberately posted a message in QQ space: "Will you suddenly appear, by the flower bed on campus, I will have a smiling face, wave my hand to greet, and say a word to you, just say a word, long time no see!"

I just sent it out, and I received a lot of comments one after another, and the most I replied with a simple four words (long time no see)

He was thinking that on this rainy and breezy day, he wanted to meet a friend who he hadn't seen for a long time, and walk through the beautiful campus, the hometown in the countryside, the streets extending in all directions, and the river with clear water flowing slowly.

Pick a delicate acacia leaf, buy a very distinctive dress, buy a ballpoint pen that we all liked at that time, leave a commemorative photo on the rickety wire bridge, walk down the river sand dam together, find a stone that fits your heart, and silently write down the sentence hidden in your heart as the last wish.

Sometimes, how much I wish that time would stop here, not to pursue unknown dreams, not to think about things that have not happened, not to recall the past, no longer disturb the peaceful heart, and even not to take away such a warm moment, just so affectionate to look at each other, do not care about love or not, joy and wishful thinking, let the short time, like an unadorned poem, hazy warm a heart that has suffered from indifference, such as a cup of elegant light tea, no thrilling process, faint is really pleasant.

Sometimes, we never believe in the choice of fate, but we have to helplessly bow our heads in front of reality, unwilling to say goodbye, our ears still remember the sound of the wheel kissing the ground, unwilling to say sorry, those feelings that can not be controlled, without saying hello, gradually left us.

Those memories that have been frozen in the past, even if we want to restore them vigorously, are no longer what they were at the beginning.

It's like the woman I once loved so much, after a few years of vicissitudes of life, when I met again in my hometown, I suddenly realized that I still loved this girl so much, but I couldn't do anything for her, maybe this is the saddest thing of youth, when I didn't have the ability, I met the person I wanted to protect.

Time is gone, the past is like the wind, those times that have never been with us, the days that have never seen each other, quietly fall in love with people who I thought would not be unforgettable.