Who has been with me all the time? In addition to my relatives, there are also friends? Who are my friends? I don't have to think about it, I have very few friends, so that there is no new thing happening in the life circle for a long time, and now they are all doing their own business, I am still drifting, I often feel lonely, I will suddenly think that I am going to grow old and sad before I have done many things, so I run, I read, but I can't insist, and I am very stupid, I can't accurately and quickly grasp the latest social information, over time, I become lazy, boring, nothing can make me lift my spirit; 。

In those years, what did I do, I remember just trying to get rid of solitude, just starting to gather information, just beginning to feel in love, just beginning to understand what "life turns" are, I learned to play billiards, but my skills have always been terrible, I learned to tease, but my language is very clumsy, I know that going to college is a good way out for poor children, but not being able to enter the school gate is very devastating.

In short, I have had youth, albeit a little crippled, which is regrettable!

Pony says that people can't always drift like this, and that we want to make life more meaningful before we are abandoned by society, so Pony moves into an empty house of his uncle in the name of review.

I have to say that the life of the third year of high school has destroyed my desire for beauty, and I can't finish the review questions, so that I can't stop the passion, everyone is like an ant on a hot pot and tossing non-stop; because I know how deep my water is, I can't improve much by studying hard and rotten, so I simply became a bystander, and suddenly I don't pay so much attention to the college entrance examination, I skip class to go shopping, play billiards with my classmates, and stay up all night playing poker in the dormitory. One afternoon, Wu and Pony, and Duck and I were talking so much that we didn't know what it was like to be sad.

Maybe it's because of my weak understanding of life, I'm easily satisfied, everything about the past and me seems real, and even now, I can touch them, those pieces of the past, those fragments, the most valuable things in life.

The bland first love, wrapped in the taste of youth. My heart is destined to be adrift, so I can't get rid of loneliness, and I can only hope for them, those girls.

I felt it when Kwan Man Hung entered my corner, but I didn't expect it to be so sudden.

March, it's still a bit cold, and this season makes people feel uncomfortable with nowhere to hide. One of my favorite places is the toilet in the dormitory, where I squat for half an hour every night before going to bed to think and decide something, which sounds funny, but I do it. I can't think of any decisions I have made since I was a child, from elementary school to junior high school to high school, just like fill-in-the-blank questions, just complete them in order, with less time to think, and I can only make judgments on a question when I think I am awake, and the half hour in the toilet is my waking moment.

One night in March, I had a decision that I wanted to be good with Kwan Wenbin!

The man knows this, and there is nothing he doesn't know about me!

By the way, the man. I met in my first year of high school and became buddies. When we have nothing to do, we always talk about hobbies, dreams, sex, etc., and we have a young style. At that time, pen names were popular, I gave myself a "cold snow stone", he called a "Bingchen", and later I heard that a female classmate in the class was also called Bingchen, and the man collapsed instantly, thinking that this can also be the same name, and the Chinese character is really unreliable. We also collected pornographic novels together, and the first time he encouraged me to read them, I got tired of reading three or four of them, and then I changed to "The Gate of Youth". We even thought about forming a band, and we daydreamed about one day performing on stage. Too many topics were so talked about by us that we tacitly understood that we could tacitly say nothing to each other.

The man can speak well and is very close to Bai Xiao and Guan Wenbin. Hanzi and Bai Xiao started before the two of us.

So for the first time, I had something called love.

Next, the four of us fell in love with each other in full view.

I want to say that there are as many people who fall in love as the mock test papers of various courses sent by the teacher, except for the top students who are thinking about the future, the rest are like losers who want to lose their life course and will be abandoned by their youth, find some garbage reasons to numb themselves, so as to get the salvation of the soul, I belong to this kind of person. Bai Xiao and Guan Wenbin are not, they are in between, they are not stubborn in the college entrance examination, and they are not pessimistic and lost. Walking on the boulevard in style, and then saying to people, this is the happy moment we must have, what a cow!

In his letter to me, Guan Wenhui wrote: There is a kind of man who is a swamp, and once he falls into it, he will not be able to extricate himself. This makes me ashamed of myself, she looks up to me, my hypocrisy, pessimism, and indifference are not worth mentioning compared to her!

In the beginning, we used to have breakfast together, and she would watch me eat.

She said, "It's delicious." ”

Me: "What happens if I say it's not tasty?"

She said, "How is that possible? This is what my dad made for me, egg fried rice, which he is best at, and he also added two eggs." ”

Me: "Then I'll be honest, it's really delicious." Then, she would smirk.

She smiled so sweetly that I was hooked, and she smiled at me a lot, often making me think about it.

Guan Wenbin and I have been in the same class since the second year of high school, she has always had short hair, she can't be described as beautiful, she should be lovely, her interpersonal relationship is very good, she gets along very well with her classmates and teachers, she has a cheerful personality and humor, and she can be regarded as a living treasure, so she doesn't need to rely on her appearance to make people like it. The only thing that I am not used to is that she is nearly 1.7 meters tall and actually sits in the third row of the class, and I have a sense of voyeurism when I look at my back and sigh, especially when she occasionally turns around and squints at me and smiles, my gaze with nowhere to put instantly shatters the capillaries on my face and reddens the whole skull. After that, I tried to overcome the red face problem, but it didn't work, they said I was sullen, so let them go!

In those years, I had an obsession with very general things, so I was content with ignorance, and I was not an original information collector compared to now, just recording, sometimes essays, sometimes typing on the keyboard, and some words I thought had some truth, which was the legacy of my experience.