One summer, a boy who didn't know what college was went to a second-rate university. He had the impression that there was a lot of time at the university and that's it.

University life is calm, very light, light like boiled water. He told the boy that he was really not interested in such a day, and that the university of his dreams was not like this, so the boy began to study mediocrely.

On the day when the osmanthus flowers were fragrant, the boy saw a girl who liked to carry a small schoolbag, which was very cute.

At first glance, the boy didn't feel cute, he just thought it was cute.

He knew that many people were just passers-by in his life, including this girl, maybe in this life, just a glance.

Later, boys and girls always inadvertently bumped into each other, playgrounds, cafeterias, school buildings......

The boy always watched the girl quietly from a distance, and when the girl's gaze occasionally swept over the boy, the boy always naturally looked elsewhere.

For boys, such gazes have become habitual.

The days went by day by day. Morning reading, classes, and evening self-study are all part of the boy's freshman life.

Maybe one day inadvertently bumped into, maybe one day a corner inadvertently stared.

Looking at the girl's long hair, staring at the girl's cute school bag.

It has become a habit to take a long or short time.

The boy has no extravagant hopes in his heart, and life without any intersection cannot make him extravagant hopes, he likes to watch quietly and watch him alone.

In the blink of an eye, a semester has passed, and a new semester has begun.

On a Saturday night in March, the boy and his roommate went to the Internet café as usual. As he passed the volleyball court, the boy ran into a girl playing badminton again. At this time, there was an extra boy opposite the girl.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the boy suddenly had a feeling of heartache.

It seemed that something precious was leaving him.

Under the light, in the cheerful voice of his roommate, the boy's expression was gloomy, and at this time he could only taste this heartache silently.

If you never get it, don't talk about losing.

The boy liked it, but he didn't do it.

The boy gradually became fond of writing poems and expressing his feelings in them. The boy didn't want to think about the things that made him sad, and spent all his time on the words of the poems.

After a poem, there is unprecedented loneliness.

The roommates liked the boy's poems very much, and the boy laughed that his poems were "something", and no one knew what his poems meant.

Later, the boy learns that the boy he saw that day is not the girl's boyfriend. The boy's already dormant heart showed signs of revival again, but the boy knew that he and her still did not intersect.

The rest of the days were still occasional to see, gazing from afar.

The boy's heart is also becoming more and more melancholy, and he prefers to write poetry.

Maybe it's God's destiny, when the freshman year is about to end, the girl enters the boy's club, and the intersection of the two really begins.

The boy was delighted by the girl's arrival, but the introvert didn't talk to the girl, just watched quietly.

After a year, the girl lost the habit of carrying a schoolbag and lost that cute feeling, but the boy still couldn't forget it, and the boy knew that he liked her.

Before the boys and girls had spoken much, the freshman year was over.

Over the course of a year, the boy has matured a lot, but he is still silent.

At the beginning of the sophomore year, a new campus, a new environment, and the boy and his friends started a new life. Club activities gradually increased, and boys and girls met more often.

The two of them also talked more and more, and the boy knew that he was not good at expressing himself, and he kept listening, feeling, and sinking.

Winter is here and it's snowing.

The playground was full of snow, and the club's regular activities were not attended because of the snow, except for the boys and girls.

Talking to each other, chatting with each other about the past.

The boy is always habitually avoiding the girl's gaze, he is afraid that she will see his heart.

He was afraid that if he said it, he wouldn't even be a friend......

The boy looked at the sky and said that it would not snow again tomorrow.

He was right, there was no snow tomorrow, and he and she would never have such a chance to be alone again.

The boy never told his roommates what the name of the girl he liked, he was afraid that they would go to the onlookers, to point fingers, and the boy said very little about uncertain things, just as he did not know the girl's heart, he did not know how to express it.

At Christmas, the club sells apples, and the boy takes the opportunity to give the girl an apple. Half-jokingly ......

The boy could see that the girl was not thinking anywhere else, and he really wanted the girl to think deeper and take the apple, but she didn't.

The end of the semester is fast approaching, and everyone is hurrying to review.

The girl said she couldn't learn, and the boy said I can push you and promote each other.

After that, the two review together.

The boy gets up early and stands up, accounting for the school building that the girl occasionally said he likes, and that school building is all for graduate school entrance examinations......

The boy always tried his best to show himself in front of the girl, trying to make the girl laugh, and he later realized how clumsy he was at that time.

A few days later, the boy saw boredom in the girl's eyes, and said that he would review in the dormitory when the boy didn't have a spot.

The boy said, OK.

After that, the boy took his seat again and told the girl to take the spot, but as a result, the two did not sit down again......

Every night the boy will text the girl to chat, sometimes there is nothing to say, the boy just wants to talk to the girl, every day, forever......

The final exams are over, and the boy stays in school. On the day the girl went home, he was on the phone to see her off, and the girl said no.

On the way to the train station, the boy kept looking, hoping to see the girl one last time, but he couldn't wait all morning.

Later, the boy learned that the girl had returned home from the other way......

The boy thought about the future in the days he was with the girl, and the boy thought about how to make the girl live better, so the boy who didn't have any experience chose the online text, he wanted to become a great god, because the great gods could make him have a lot of money and could make the girl live a better life.

The holidays are long, and the boys' thoughts about the girls are increasing every day.

In addition to the daily code words, the biggest fun for boys is to chat with girls with text messages, and slowly the boy feels that the number of words that girls reply to text messages is getting less and less, and the number of times is getting less and less.

Or not......

The boy was so lost that he could only turn all his troubles into things, and desperately tapped on the keyboard because he was writing about their future.

One day near the end of the year, the boy brewed for several days, and finally confessed to the girl on QQ.

The girl was surprised by the boy's sudden confession and decisively refused.

The rejected boy desperately tries to keep the girl, telling her how much he loves her and when he starts paying attention to her...... None of this saved the girl.

Girls get off QQ, boys use text messages, everything is in vain.

This day is the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month in 2009.

The next day, the boy's high school reunion, the boy did not attend, he just wanted to be alone and quiet, he didn't want to hear other people's laughter, he didn't want to hear other people's voices, and he didn't even want to see people.

The boy didn't feel too sad after being rejected, the boy felt that as long as the girl didn't have a boyfriend, he had hope, and he wanted to prove that he was excellent with facts, so he desperately coded the word.

On the fifth day of the first month of 2010, the boy who was coding received a text message from the girl:

I have a boyfriend, a classmate from my high school......

Seeing this text message, the boy was like five thunderbolts, his whole body strength was hollowed out, and he collapsed weakly on the seat.

The boy didn't look at his face, he knew it would be a miserable whiteness.

The boy's mind was empty, and he could only hear the sound of his heart "plopping" and beating his heart.

After some time, the boy finally reacted, and he tried to reply to a text message, but his fingers didn't even have the strength to press the button.

All the strength was completely drained in the moment just now......

"As long as you can be happy, I will rest assured, no matter who gave this happiness, I hope you can be really happy, bless you ......"

This is the last time the boy has tried his best to send the short.

After the post, the boy collapsed in the chair again, and the phone slipped on the bed.

"Well, we'll be friends in the future......"

The boy received a reply from the girl.

Friend?

Can you really be friends?

I do not know......

After a long, long time, the boy finally sat up, looked at the words on the computer screen in front of him, and laboriously raised his hand to type a letter on the keyboard, and his hand hung limply.

No mood, no strength......

This day is the first day after the boy's 19th birthday.

At the age of nineteen, he fell out of love.

The boy instinctively felt that the girl was lying to him, but he also knew that the words had come to this point, and it would be futile to try again.

I won't pester you with other people, I can't give you happiness and I can't give you trouble.

This is a text message from a boy to a girl.

The boy's bad luck didn't seem to be over yet, and he didn't sign the starting point of the submission, and in a fit of anger he went to a website he hadn't heard of.

In the end, he put too much effort into the book and put too much hope on it......

The boy didn't tell anyone about the series of blows, but only silently endured them in his heart.

He didn't give up and kept writing again, but he didn't know who he was writing this article for.

Or maybe it's just to prove yourself.

After the New Year, school started, and the boy felt that he had forgotten about the relationship, and when he came to school, he realized that the closer he was to the girl, the pain became more and more obvious.

Club activities, when the girls are there, the boys are generally not there.

Later, because of a trivial matter, the boy quarreled with someone else. The girl was right next to her.

In the evening, the girl called the boy and said that he had changed.

The boy bitterly said that he was thinking too much.

Because I think too much, I suffer more and become more.

The boy used his madness to vent his pain.

He, indeed, has changed.

Become crazy, become cheerful, become more helpless......

After the madness, the boy returned to his original self.

Silent.

The boy rarely sees the girl anymore, he knows that he can avoid it, and his heart hurts when he sees it.

Can they still be friends?

The boy kept thinking about it.

It's very difficult, it can only be an occasional text message for the holiday, or not at all, it is such a friend.

Boys don't browse girls' Renren, not even Renren. I don't look at the girl's space, but every time the girl is in the mood, the boy will always look in his own space, turn it off after reading it, don't comment, and don't leave a trace.

In his mind, there is already a comment.

The boy knew he couldn't forget, but he gave it all to time.

The boy no longer writes poetry, because writing poetry conjures up a lot of images and his heart aches.

The boy knew he had changed, really had changed.

The book pounced.

The boy rewrites the new one.

Don't sign.

Don't sign.

Don't sign.

……

The boy forgets how many times he has failed, he gets used to it, gets used to getting up after falling and falling again......

Finally the boy was able to sign the score, but the boy refused, and he wanted to buy out. He knew that only a buyout would allow him to shorten the time it took to prove himself.

But to whom?

To her?

The boy didn't know, maybe he was proving to himself, proving that he was not bad.

Overturn the rewrite.

The manuscript is handed in, and the reply is that you can sprint to buy out.

Two days later, the results came in.

It's definitely okay to divide it, but it's not okay to buy it out......

Once again, the boy refused to share.

Once again, overturn the rewrite.

The boy gave himself three days to turn in the manuscript by the time the editor went to work in the morning on the fourth day.

On the first day, 18,000 words were written, new stories, new plots, and the boy's hands were so tired that they had some spasms.

The next day, all 18,000 words were deleted and rewritten......

On the morning of the fourth day, the boy took out a manuscript of more than 30,000 words, and if it didn't work this time, the boy might have to say goodbye to the online literature world that he had insisted on for a year.

Finally, five days later, the boy was able to buy out, albeit only at the lowest price......

Later, the boy's luck improved.

With the help of friends, the ranking of the new book list continues to climb upward.

14th place...... 4th place...... 3rd place...... 2nd Place...... 1st place.

Looking at the number one spot on the new book list, the boy was ecstatic, and a year of perseverance finally paid off.

His first thought was to tell the girl the news, and he wanted to tell it very much.

Finally, on the day the girl went online, the boy and the girl chatted, and this time he was very calm, because it had been almost a year, and they were no longer sophomores, they were already juniors.

"It seems that I haven't seen you since I started school, have you become an otaku or have I become an otaku?"

This is the first sentence of the boy's beginning.

The boy and the girl chatted like this, just small talk between classmates

It didn't take long for the girl to ask about the boy's book, and the girl only knew that the boy was writing, but she didn't know why.

The boy told the girl that he was still writing, and he told her that he had the first eunuch, and then explained to her what a eunuch was.

All of a sudden, the boy felt tired, so tired, he wasn't there for a year, and the girl wasn't there.

They've all changed.

From strange to familiar to unfamiliar......

In the end, the boy did not send his book to the girl.

The boy told the girl that the book he wrote was very yellow and violent, and asked her not to read it, only he knew that what he wrote was not yellow or violent......

After chatting, the boy silently transferred the girl's QQ number from the friends column to the classmates column, an unusually unfamiliar place that never opened to see.

Slowly, the boy learns to forget.

Not long ago, he removed the girl's number from his other number.

The two numbers are two doppelgangers of the boy, one of the classmates and one private, and the one that removes the girl is private.

The girl became the boy's classmate forever......

……

In the cold winter, the boy silently listened to a song that was constantly being played.

"Do you remember the dreams of your youth?

Like a flower that never withers

Walk with me through the wind and rain

Look at the impermanence of the world and see the vicissitudes of life

Those who pay for love

It's something I'll never forget

All the words of true infatuation will always be in my heart, although there is no more her

Let's go, let's go

People have to learn to grow up on their own

Let's go, let's go,

Life is inevitably full of painful struggles

Let's go, let's go,

Find a home for your heart

I have also shed tears and broken hearts

This is the price of love

Maybe I still miss her once in a while

Occasionally, I will inevitably think about her

Just think she's an old friend

It also makes me feel distressed and worried

It's just that there is no more spark in my heart,

Let the past go with the wind

All the words of sincere infatuation are in my heart, although there is no more of her

……”

At the end of the song......

The 24th day of the lunar month in 2010

The boy wrote the above words......