If you make a mistake, you can change it, it's good. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info However, I have made mistakes again and again, and I know that I will not change my mistakes.

During the Cold War between Gan and I, we usually don't meet on the road. Because, I'm calculating......

Calculate how long she has been away from the classroom and guess whether she will go back to the dormitory, to the cafeteria, or to go out of school. Every possibility was calculated as much as possible, just to be prepared and not to meet her.

But calculations are calculations after all, and there are still surprises. There are always a few times when everyone meets face-to-face, nothing, just embarrassing. I pretended not to look at her, but I still looked at her. She also seems to pretend not to look at me, but I think her eyes are also looking at me. Whew, I'm embarrassed to say that the calculations are so bad!

Later, two of her best friends passed notes and told me a lot of advice. The main meaning is, Gan is so sad, why don't you ignore her? Don't you want this friendship?

I didn't know if I had taken the wrong medicine at the time, and I found a good and inexplicable reason: I thought I had studied badly and didn't want to affect her.

As the Cold War continued, she once sent me a note saying she wanted to give me back the Friendship Dragon I had given her. Because there is a rift in our friendship, the friendship dragon is meaningless.

My heart was very uncomfortable, but I couldn't let her find out. replied to her: "You don't need to return it to me, if you don't want it, it's okay to throw it away." "Whew, I didn't expect me to talk like that. Then, there was no response......

During my cold war with her, many boys didn't know that I had a cold war with her, or were still immersed in the frivolous news that Ganna and I had guessed haphazardly.

Bo is the most obvious one, often asking me with a wicked smile: "Nong, are you dragging on with Gan?"

I always smile and say, "No, really!"

Whew, in addition to the bad laugh that doesn't believe me, it's still the bad laugh that gossips to the end.

Gan and I also told me before the cold war that the girls' dormitory often gossiped about the two of us...... Ay!

In order to make the reason for my bad learning come true, I really perverted my bad learning.

Originally, it was normal for the biology teacher to ask questions in class. When the biology teacher asked me to answer a question, I yelled "No!" as if I had a grudge against the biology teacher......

The whole class looked at me in amazement, because it was so abnormal, it wasn't like me at all, and besides, the biology teacher didn't scold me for anything, so there was no reason for me to be so abnormal.

The biology teacher then began to criticize me in a down-to-earth manner. There are also many people who are watching a good show and are very happy. But I didn't care, I squinted my eyes slightly and looked at Gan.

She didn't look at me, just stared at the book with a blank face. I knew she wouldn't want to see me like this. From the side of her face, I could tell that she was not happy at all.

I'm so bad! Why should I make everything so bad? I scolded myself in my heart, "Bastard!"

Before the Cold War, I compared her.

I said that I was born about 100 days before her, so she should have listened to me. However, she retorted to me very reasonably, saying that although I was a hundred days older than her, she was more mature than me, so she wanted me to listen to her.

Yes, it's that I'm immature, it's that I'm too naïve!

I secretly cried in the uncomfortable night, who would forgive me for being so ignorant?

When the mood cannot be compromised with the memory, then the time to roam in the memory will be reduced, and the speed of reliving will be fast-forwarded. Even, so fast that a lot of memories are omitted. Beautiful, or gloomy ......

The wind of cranky thoughts still blows me in a daze, gently evaporating my sorrow.

Time has been slipping by in a low-key manner, and I can't grasp much, so I can only listen to "Can You Give Me Time for a Song".

I listened to it before I went to bed, and occasionally listened to the fat guy sing funny during class, and then, I laughed stupidly...... Laugh...... Laugh......

The class song contest came quickly, and the whole class was frantically choosing songs. I said that I was very calm, because it doesn't matter which song you sing, as long as it is distinctive.

The squad leader at the time, the speech was so bold, and the name was so difficult to write the boy. He suggested using the "Youth Commemorative Book" sung by Kemi Boy, and in the end, most of the students agreed to choose this song. And the few students who don't like it will naturally complain.

However, songs are charismatic, and it can change a person's mind. After the efforts of Megumi and many of his classmates to rewrite the lyrics, the ninth class version of the "Youth Memorial Book" still conquered the complaining people who didn't like the song.

Oh, Megumi, a literary girl with glasses who looks like Zhou Bichang. It's special!

It's also good to practice class songs, because you can change the atmosphere. Reading and reading all day long, it's too boring! Singing a class song is like a fresh and depressed heart, comfortable!

On the day of the competition, one class sang one by one. I forgot how my class sang and whether I got a place or not. But none of this matters, the important thing is that I remember the melody of the class song and the happiness that is integrated into the class song.

As long as I hear the song "Youth Memorial Book", I will hear the voice of the ninth class of the senior class that year. Enough to hear the memories of that year.

Time continues to hurry, and I have to make a good choice for the second year of high school to study arts and sciences.

Originally, I wanted to apply for art, but Ting told me that it was a waste of money to report art, and I had to go to places like Guangzhou often, and the fare was too much. I was intimidated, and although I enjoyed sketching very, very much, but considering my family environment at the time. I didn't report my heart for art, but chose liberal arts. So, the path is different......

Time flies, and everything changes when the end of the period arrives. The first year of high school passed away like this......

Everyone said goodbye to each other and went home for the summer vacation. I spent a little more time at school and reminisced about that year.

In the same way, I missed Di and thought about it for a year. It seems that I really want to think about it, and I always hope that God will let me see Di's side, and it will be good on the other side.

However, when God really gave me hope, I ......

Packed up my things and rushed to the morning bus home. There are few people in the car, so the driver will go around until the pocket is full. Pocket, pocket, to the vicinity of Education City. I looked out the window of the car wistfully, and there were two girls buying pens. My heart started to beat faster, and I seemed a little scared that it was really Di, but why should I be afraid? Because I haven't seen it for a long time, I'm afraid that she has forgotten about me......

I guessed as I waited for the girl who looked like Di's back to turn around. I'm so nervous that my palms are sweaty!

Finally, the moment I turned around, I was shocked!

My emotions began to fluctuate and I ......was in a state of confusion! Breathing became rapid in an instant!

Then, Di also got into the car, she sat in the front of the car, and I sat in the corner of the back of the car.

I watched her from afar, hoping that when she looked back at me, she would smile at me.

Sure enough, she glanced back at the people behind her to see if anyone she knew. She swept over me at first glance, and my eyes looked at her, and their eyes met for only a quarter of a second.

She turned around, nothing responding. But, I know, she recognizes me. Because of intuition.

I'm lost, why doesn't she smile at me? Is my expression too cold?

On the way home, I was sad all the way.

I got out of the car first, and when I got to the door, I was so close to her that she only needed to turn around and see me up close. However, she did not look back. I wanted to say hello to her with a smile, but I still didn't have the courage.

When I got out of the car, I didn't move.

The car is gone, and I'm in tears......

Why didn't I smile at first? Why didn't I have the courage to say hello to her? Didn't I like her very much? Why didn't she give me courage? Why was I so ridiculous? I wanted to see her all day long, and when I finally saw her, I was afraid. What's the difference between this and "Ye Gong Haolong"?!Do I really like her?Or am I just talking about it?

Walk home slowly step by step, and as long as you walk, you will cry for as long as you want. Because, I can't understand myself anymore......

Always thinking about one question: Do I really like Dini?

With this question in mind, I spent my summer vacation with great hesitation. The family moved again, and the friends were gone. I feel that the world has changed......

Then, I entered the second year of high school speechlessly.

I was placed in Class 16, and there were 60 people crammed into a very small classroom, speechless......

The familiar people who are closer to me are Min, who is in the same class. Ying and Bo from Class 17 next door. The ...... of the twelfth class upstairs Others, as if in another building.

At the beginning of my sophomore year of high school, in addition to meeting new classmates, I slowly adjusted my emotions.

Time is still moving, and my feelings about Di don't seem to have changed much, but I don't think about it every day. In other words, she is an invisible influence that affects me to move forward or stagnate, even if I don't think about it every day.

In the second year of high school, there will also be new encounters.

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