When Mo Feng knew that the first love was counted when the two liked each other, Mo Feng could only classify the feelings that the whole class knew about in the third grade as a secret love. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the skin that brought Mo Feng the deepest pain left, the feeling of loss made her memories of the whole summer vacation blur throughout the summer, and the summer seemed to be like that. It's just that at night, just thinking about that bird, tears will flow out of my eyes.

Feeling that tears were flowing, Mo Feng's thoughts drifted a little far, she thought of the actors she saw in the TV series, and she cried at every turn, and the biggest question in her head was, how can she cry when she says crying.

In this uncertain personality space, Mo Feng sometimes feels that he is easy to be embarrassed, and if he is in an occasion where he should cry, he can't help but want to laugh. You said that if you couldn't cry at the funeral, and you couldn't help but laugh when you looked at the exaggerated expressions of those sad people.

Then Mo Feng thought that Pippi would be able to solve her embarrassment, because every time she thought about it, she was so sad, just like walking a very close relative, a very good friend.

School started, and the same table was a boy who loved to laugh with a big shaved light. When he laughed, his eyes narrowed into a sharp and crooked, deep arc. He sat next to the quiet Mo Feng. The two people who didn't know each other, the first thing he said was vaguely that your domestic white dove flew so high or something.

This sentence was inextricably linked in Mo Feng's mind, and at that moment, her eyes were red, and she finally held back.

In an ignorant, sensitive, and fragile world, this boy has always been very sunny, loves to laugh, and speaks directly and sincerely.

The sadness of losing Pippi automatically turned into love for him at this node, Mo Feng didn't know how stupid he was, and in the end, it was estimated that the whole class, including the teacher, knew that he liked him very much. It is estimated that sometimes the eyes will look directly at him, and he never knows how to hide.

The most bloody thing that happened at that time was that Mo Feng's best friend was the one that the boy couldn't chase. Now that I think about it, the children who are still in the third grade are already so good at playing.

Sometimes even the Chinese teacher will say that the name is so special that people can't guess the meaning at once. At that time, Mo Feng would lower his head, like a monkey hiding his red buttocks, and secretly wondered why his mother gave him a name when he gave it three times or two times.

It's Mo Feng ten years later, but he likes to call his own name, and sighs that the ultimate truth is contained in the most simple and rude. Because Mo Feng, who is in his twenties, looks back at himself, he is really a human being, the wind is free, there is no customization, it can be a whirlwind, it can be a spring breeze.

In fact, the meaning of a person's name really doesn't depend on what others think, but more about oneself.

At that time, Yuying was already a teenager and an old man, but looking at the entire class, she was the only one who would tie two docile braids low and hang down on her chest. The delicate face and a pair of eyes could be said to be flashing with intelligence in Mo Feng's eyes at that time, and the analysis of people was almost incisive.

And what makes Yu Ying linger and call it a shadow is what has always been rumored, she was kissed by a flowery boy in the same grade.

When I was in the third grade, the most popular game was the rope skipping game. The elastic rope is held by two people, at the base of the calf, one by one, to the base of the thigh, and finally to the thin wrist, and the top is to the arm.

Every thin wrist is the most difficult to jump, and it is also Mo Feng's forte. At that stage, like all bear children, Mo Feng would use furniture to prop up leather ropes at home, jumping and jumping downstairs to the point of unrest. After several accusations, Mo Feng finally stopped being bearish.

Like all introverted and shy girls, Mo Feng just likes to play alone, and on weekends he is usually so sensitive and fragile that he can't love if he doesn't take his mother to go shopping. After a long uphill climb, the crush's boy's home is almost at the top of the slope.

When passing by, Mo Feng always lowered his head, excited and shy in his heart. When I walked uphill, I followed my mother's side, hiding behind my figure, and when I went downhill, I quickly sat in the back seat and slid downhill.

The palpitations came quickly and lasted for a month. It ends with the discovery of the head teacher and the change of seats. The boy was at the back of his diagonal row, and next to his seat came a recognized errand student.

The poor student is famous for his love of fighting, not learning to love to talk back, that kind of rebellious look, he looks more delicate than Mo Feng's crush, his eyes are shining, with a rebellious meaning. I always feel that this is full of the deep malice of the head teacher, because the relationship with the parents is not good, this middle-aged head teacher always looks at Mo Feng with disdain and disdain.

Even if you teach a math class and encounter a number with a meaningful ending, such as "59", you will insinuate that "this is not a dog" will either be pulled into the surname or will be pulled into the name.

When he was not taught, he was also assigned to do things once, and when he came to his class, the immature Mo Feng asked a question, and he answered very impatiently. It wasn't until he taught him that Mo Feng knew that it was not an illusion. So, so what, except for pretending not to hear, you won't take it home and cause more trouble.

Of course, there was also a fight about copying teaching materials, and it is said that a parent reported the head teacher at that time, and the head teacher announced the matter to everyone in the class the next day, saying that I was very clear at that time, and the person who asked for it to sign and write. And so on, and finally insinuated that the whistleblower was sour, saying that he had no head or something.

Mo Feng vaguely remembered that when he was younger, this head teacher was not like this, at that time he was a friend of the elders, and he would joke with Mo Feng, pointing to Mo Feng who was shaving the boy's head at that time, and said You are not a little boy, provoked Mo Feng must have taken out the skirt at home to prove himself, and everyone was laughing at that time.

The relationship between adults is sometimes so embarrassing. Even if Mo Feng was a little less cowardly at that time, with a significant bit of bone and temper, he might have to endure the insinuating accusations in class, right is right, wrong is wrong, Xiao Mo Feng must have stood up, raised his voice, and fought with reason. The big deal is not to take this class and leave.

In the elementary school, I felt that this teacher was terrible, this class was very difficult, this exam was very important, and finally the diploma was the most important, and the middle school once again threw itself into this strange circle. Finally, it was rare to wake up in college, and there was a big defection, which of course is all a later story.

At that time, it was the obedient girl Mo Feng and the rebellious elementary school scum who formed the same table, Mo Feng's eyes at that time were really getting worse and worse, she could see the colorful illusions in her mind, and she couldn't see the notes of the blackboard teacher in front of her.

I don't know when it started, the scumbag did not affect Mo Feng's learning, but would help Mo Feng copy the exercises that could not be seen on the blackboard. I will also help during the exam, and then hand it over secretly.

Once in high school, Mo Feng looked through the old photos in the past, and saw himself at that time, white and tender skin, cute facial features with a delicate temperament, so it was normal to think about everything, well, at that time, it was natural for a boy to help a cute, beautiful, well-behaved and quiet little girl.

However, the years are really a knife to kill pigs, and every time Mo Feng takes pictures after middle school, it is a miserable journey, and the ending is bloody.

Although the scumbag I met in the third grade had a very bad temper, he fought with people all day long, and he didn't learn anything. However, the scumbag sitting next to Mo Feng, even if he still doesn't like to read, he is a ruffian, but he has learned to be obedient and quiet.

Being ignored by someone you like, there will finally be someone who likes you and being ignored by you. In addition to sitting at the desk, Mo Feng would talk to him, and the other time he talked was in a stairwell, Mo Feng asked, did you catch that little bird. He gently let Mo Feng look at the little sparrow in his hand.

Many of the stories at that time were lost after that.