Today is 2020520, love you, love you, I love you.

"I love you" is a simple three words, but the responsibility behind the extension of these three words is heavy. After love, there is firewood, rice, oil and salt of life, poor couples mourn everything, and life actually does not have too much sense of ceremony.

I drop my wife off at work in the morning, still with nothing in common, or I choose to ignore her. I endured enough of everything I said to her sneeringly and faint response. Indeed, she is a good wife and mother in the eyes of everyone, and I am a husband and father who has no responsibility or responsibility. Just sent a red envelope of 0.52 yuan to her, and she also politely thanked her.

When I think back to my relationship with my wife, it starts when I was in the first grade of elementary school.

My wife and I were childhood sweethearts, and she was my class president in the first grade. At that time, classes were held from Monday to Friday, and the class teacher selected five students on duty to be the class leaders every day, responsible for the discipline of the class. And she is on duty on Wednesday, I may be affected by the love of Hong Kong dramas, or affected by my family background, I am more longing for love, and I am more emotionally different from others and mature.

Long hair, melon seed face, big eyes, and the so-called "beauty mole" under the corners of the mouth are more recognizable and memorable, and I was very timid at that time, and I would tremble to the point of nervous sweat even when answering the teacher's questions. What really sticks in my mind is that she would often whip the teacher's whip to beat naughty male classmates when she was reading in the morning.

I just kept an eye on her silently, not liking it. She also did very well in her studies, in the top 10 of her class, but she would always miss class in the afternoon because she was going to study on behalf of the students to participate in swimming practice and so on. When I was in first grade, I didn't say a word to her. But there is a kind of love at first sight that cannot be said.

When my teacher "threatened" me into calling my father to the office in the second grade, my academic performance went up, and my grades in the class also reached the upper level. Because of her precociousness, I always sat in the last row of the classroom, and she was taller, and she sometimes sat in the same row as me, and she usually sat in the fifth place, and the front row was usually a short or exclusive territory of related households.

Every time I change seats, I want to be closer to her, but my height always gets in the way of me and her, and of course I just want to get close to the person I like.

Things changed in third grade with the arrival of transfer students. Zhong Jian seems to be a veteran in the love field, and he is very good at flirting with girls. The meat and hemp notes I wrote every day were passed on to my wife, I didn't come back at that time, of course I didn't know that she would become my wife in the future, her name is Xiaoyi.

Zhong Jian had a lot of pocket money, and soon gathered a few people around him, all of whom were naughty characters in the class, helping to deliver notes and create a supporting appearance for their eldest brother, although the eldest brother was shorter than them, it was also a funny scene in retrospect. Zhong Jian tirelessly harassed Xiaoyi every day, especially when she was on duty, which caused her to whip more often, and Zhong Jian was a boy after all, silently endured abuse, and sometimes snatched the whip to play with Xiaoyi.

On special holidays, Zhong Jian sometimes gives small gifts, and sometimes acts as a boyfriend, following Xiaoyi home, but he is always warned by Xiaoyi's brother many times. I saw all this, and I could only be anxious, thinking that the day of her fall was soon.

My table mate also messed with the shift leader in the class, and after the two of them were together, the female class leader admitted that she liked me. I don't understand what merit I had at that time, maybe it was the useless gentleness and the credit to her well, the people-pleasing personality, and to think more about others. Xiaohong's academic performance is also good, and sports sprinting often shines in the school sports meeting. The most intersection I have with her is probably that before I transferred to the same table, she sat in front of me, and I can only say that I am only better than those naughty and mischievous, and I am a student with a little ruffian. After the third grade, I no longer had the mainstream small flat hair, and the hairstyle was the so-called suit head in those days, plus it was still a little handsome. I remember one afternoon, next week's physical education test horizontal bar turned over, I went to practice when I saw Xiaohong, I pulled up the T-shirt, the first time in a strange woman exposed body, said I can't practice this, the stomach is red, she just smiled. In physical education class, my favorite is to play basketball, with the help of the basketball court in the compound, I also apprenticed to my brother who played basketball better, and I was the eye-catching candidate in the class to play basketball with other classes, and with the affirmation of others, I also became cheerful and talked more.

Paying attention to other people's flirting moves, combined with Hong Kong-style nonsensical sentences, sometimes can also coax the female classmates in the class to be very happy, laughing flamboyantly, making them love and hate. People with humor and achievements are bright spots everywhere. So, I also tried to flirt with Xiaoyi.

Of course, I took a roundabout route, and I took the initiative to approach Zhong Jian and integrate into his circle. Occasionally, they will go to the newly built park of Xiaoyi's house to pretend to meet by chance, but it can only be a chance encounter, and Xiaoyi should accept his appointment. In the evening, the teacher will also invite those with good grades and poor grades to make up lessons in a rented house, Zhong Jian knew that after Xiaoyi went, he also signed up for it, and he often followed Xiaoyi home. I only learned about these things when I entered this circle.

During this time, I picked up other girls, or so to cover up. I also admit that I am a little excited, I often play with her, and occasionally sit next to me, the important thing is that it is popular to have pen pals, and I always write letters to her secretly, once every two days, you come and go. Sometimes I would go to the park on Friday nights, and although both sides were in groups, I saw something different in her eyes. When I'm done, I'll send her home. is also at her house, chatting for a while, and giving gifts to each other during festivals.

Her name is Xiaojing, she is a quiet girl, not to mention that her appearance is very outstanding, but she is the feeling of the little sister next door. Everyone in the class rumored that she and I were getting along. However, I have never dared to confess, and I don't know how to overcome the early love that is not recommended by the world.

Seeing me at the same table and his object going to the park to play and take pictures, he also blinded my dog eyes and hugged me affectionately. When I saw these photos, I was never impressed. There have been many good opportunities to be downstairs in the dark night, and Xiao Jing would not refuse me at that time, but I was so indifferent!

I think? Of course, the restlessness of adolescence is curious and fresh about these.

I didn't dare to hold my hand, or Xiao Jing felt that I didn't like her, but she was taught by the head teacher not to fall in love in private, and gradually we became passers-by. But in each other's eyes, they both saw the pity for the budding consciousness of love.

At this stage, love for the opposite sex happens quietly, quietly proceeds, and is silently loved, or called a "crush". At this stage, they like to observe classmates of the opposite sex and are willing to contact classmates of the opposite sex, but because of their shyness, they always avoid classmates of the opposite sex. Therefore, he buried his love for the opposite sex deep in his heart and did not reveal it easily. Even until graduation and breakup, they didn't show their true feelings to each other.

Xiao Jing, 27 years have passed in the blink of an eye, are you okay?