On the day of my junior year of high school, I met him through a group photo of a friend.

I remember that on a sunny afternoon, I was walking on Yongan Road, and when I walked to the intersection, a notification suddenly flashed in the QQ of my mobile phone that the friend application had been approved.

I received the first message from him that night: Classmate, what note should I give you?

I replied: Fairy.

After a while, he took a screenshot and sent it to me, and the chat box on the picture showed the remark "Fairy".

I couldn't help but smile lightly, forgetting how many days I hadn't had the urge to laugh.

Because they haven't met each other, they are not familiar with each other and they are both introverted, so they maintain politeness and restraint between their words, you and I say one sentence, and chat awkwardly without logic, but even so, the mood in those days seems to have changed because of his appearance.

I'd love to know more about him, even if it's just a little bit.

In those days, I liked to stand in the corridor blowing the wind, watching the clouds in the sky drift by one by one, and listening to my friends babble about his trivia.

Because of his good looks, he thinks he looks too much like a girl in a summer school uniform, so he always wears an autumn school uniform even on a hot day.

Because he was tired of the snack street next to the school, he often ordered takeout or walked far away from the school to find good food.

Every morning when class was approaching, I could count on the good view from the fifth floor, and I could see him hurrying from afar to the third floor with a light blue schoolbag on his back, and he stepped up the stairs in two steps, like a little white horse.

He used to step on the dots in the morning, and at noon he would lie on the desk to take a nap, and he would go faster when he was out of school.

I kept it my own little secret and rejoiced in it.

With the help of friends, we had an appointment for dinner on the afternoon of the second Sunday in April, and it was the first time we had officially met.

My friend and I were waiting for him at the staircase on the first floor of the school building, and I crappily lowered my hair and bit my lip a little harder.

He wore a nice blue coat inside and a school uniform on the outside, and greeted us shyly when he saw us.

He didn't dare to face me along the way, and my friend suddenly asked me to guess with him to decide where to eat, and he won and chose a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant.

After sitting down in the restaurant, the waiter handed the menu, and he didn't hesitate to take it and look at it.

"Don't you know how to order for the girls first?" quipped my friend, a little half-jokingly.

He relented and said, "Oh, yes, ...... too."

The menu was moved to us, and he looked down at his phone.

He was mostly silent during the meal, and when I asked him why he didn't speak, he scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I don't know what to say." ”

I smiled and said, "You can say whatever you want." ”

I'm willing to listen to what you say.

However, after that, the awkwardness and alienation of the initial acquaintance did not subside much, and most of the replies received when chatting with him were "wow", "um", and "oh".

Around the beginning of summer, the night breeze is cool. After the evening self-study class, he and I went downstairs almost side by side in the crowd, and a good smell of laundry detergent wafted from him, which was a faint fragrance.

In fact, he is a clean boy who is easy to be shy and blush, and likes blue.

With only a month left before the college entrance examination, I stopped talking to him and struggled with endless despair alone.

The night before the college entrance examination, I received a "college entrance examination cheer" from him, which seemed to be a reassuring agent.

After the college entrance examination, I asked him out for dinner and movies under the pretext of giving him a graduation gift, which was our first solo date.

I will always remember this day.

I remember that he arrived earlier than the appointed time and stood quietly outside the restaurant waiting.

I remember he wore a light blue T-shirt with white pants and blue sneakers.

I remember that he disliked the drinks in the restaurant and went to the fifth floor to buy me the milk tea he liked to drink.

I remember that before the movie opened, he took the initiative to buy popcorn and ice cream.

I remember he kept looking at me while watching the movie, and I pretended not to notice.

I remember that he was worried that it would not be safe for the girls to come home at night, so he asked the taxi driver to take me home first and then send him.

I wrote in my diary: "He was a very good, very good boy. ”

But it was also that summer that we didn't see each other again.

I asked, "Are you free?"

He said, "Something." ”

I asked, "Are you going out for a walk?"

"I don't want to go out," he said. ”

I asked, "Do you want to go on a graduation trip together?"

"I don't like to travel," he said. ”

I said, "I want to go to you." ”

He said, "I'm in another city. ”

He said, "I will disappear immediately when you come." ”

"It's better for us to be friends," he said. ”

I thought, it's me not good enough, I don't force anything anymore.

Later, I heard that he failed the art exam, failed the college entrance examination, and went to other provinces to study for a junior college.

And after receiving countless people, including his sentence of "come on for the college entrance examination", I also failed to get admitted to the university I wanted to go to the most.

I can't remember the day I became negative and lonely, in my junior year of high school, I hated everything else except for the desire to know about him, and after graduation I was in a worse state than before, both mentally and physically, I fainted during my freshman year of military training, and went to the hospital to check and diagnose me with severe depression, so I took a leave of absence to start treatment for nearly a year.

After I started taking the medicine, my mood gradually stabilized and calmed down because of the effect of the medicine, but for a long time, my whole person was like a log from the inside out, and I didn't want to do anything.

One day I lay in bed and cried for some reason, I was so uncomfortable, I missed him so much, even if he comforted me at that moment, I was content.

It's been more than three months since the last chat, and I couldn't help but look for him again, simply asking him how he was doing, and pretending that I was still studying in class normally.

That night we talked about the past and the present, but avoided talking about the emotional matters, as if the failed confession and the embarrassing blank period did not exist.

The few words he had to say were the few real joys I could still feel when I was surrounded by severe depression and depressed moods.

His attitude was better than when he was in high school, and he no longer replied to my tirade with just one word.

I try to find a topic of conversation as much as I can, and occasionally I hear him share new stories.

I often give him his favorite milk tea, order his favorite fruits, and give me what I think is a good Qingtuan, even though he says it's unpalatable.

When the weather cools down, he was afraid that he would catch a cold and bought a lot of warm babies, and sent 99 blue roses and hand-drawn greeting cards that had been quietly folded for a long time at Christmas, although he said it was childish.

When he was sad, I was sad with him, hated being too far away, and blamed myself for not being able to comfort and accompany him, even though he simply said happy birthday when I was reminded on my birthday.

I know I'm wishful thinking, but I just want him to be happy over there.

One night during the winter vacation, I received a message from him.

He said, "My lord is back."