Today is Sunday, and I remember the scene of the previous Sunday. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sunday of the first year of high school.

Saturday night is nine out of ten, mostly with her on the roof to watch the stars, watch an all-nighter, the next day the two of them with four huge dark circles back to their respective schools to make up for sleep, at that time my dormitory building is still the latest one, on the fifth floor, in the bed deep sleep, to get up at noon, dress up, say the word dress is a little disgusting, in fact, really dress up, clean yourself, and then go to their school to find her, and then in the small town around the streets and alleys, but dare not hold hands, for fear of being seen by pedestrians, what kind of system。 Sometimes I would trick her into an alley where no one was around, and then I would hug her violently, and let go again, pretending to come out as if nothing had happened, and I couldn't come out together, but I had to go out individually, usually she came out first, and after five or six minutes, I came out, as if it were two strangers. Sometimes if there is really no one, it will be held for a long time, mostly in the party school where no one is around, the time goes very fast, planted at five or six o'clock in the afternoon, to go to the evening self-study, send her back to school, and then I also go back to school, stepping on the faint night, back to the classroom full of people, faintly lost in my heart, sitting in the position thinking about her, the people around me are writing homework, I am writing love letters, and the next time we meet, I will give it to her, but then slowly meet less, some love letters are never given again.

Sunday of sophomore year of high school.

At this time, I have broken up for a long time, I am very afraid of the holiday, I go to the streets of the town alone during the holiday, walk slowly, go back to school when I am tired, sit in the empty dormitory for a while, and then be in a daze, I don't know what to do, if the space is empty, run the Internet café, life is extremely simple. Internet cafes near the school, basically all have been, in fact, I don't want to go online, but I don't know what to do if I don't go online, two days in the Internet café passed quickly, sometimes Saturday will be all night, the next day and Sunday will go back to school to sleep, sleep until four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and then get up, sometimes I will go to the cafeteria to eat something, sometimes go to the Internet café to play, sometimes stand at a certain intersection, motionless, remember some fragments of the past, wait for the night to fall, back to school for evening self-study, the classmates in the classroom are very noisy, think about something in such a noise, want to be tired, just lie on the table and fall asleep。

Sunday of the third year of high school.

At this time, I can only go to the Internet café, gradually do not go to those intersections, play go-karts in the Internet café, but at this time it is no longer all night, the body can not bear it, go back to the dormitory early, think about something, go to the evening self-study when it gets dark, tease the cute girl sitting in front of me, sometimes pinch her face, look at her angry look, that look is so cute, to the time of the college entrance examination, the Internet café is rarely gone, always feel that when playing games, can not devote yourself wholeheartedly, a kind of inexplicable hesitation, this hesitation is magnified in the noisy Internet café, feel that they are not the same world as them, and hurriedly get off the plane, back to school, back to the classroomAt this time, there is no one in the classroom, sit in it and listen to your heartbeat for a while, climb the water tower on the top of the dormitory building with an MP3, overlook the whole city, listen to the music from the depths of your soul, and hear the forgotten whole world.

Freshman Sunday.

Lazy, a group of big boys play in the Internet café until class and then go back to school, stepping on the dim light of the street lamp, stepping on their own shadows, slowly walking into the classroom, starting evening self-study, turning on the mobile phone to read novels, everyone is like this, empty-handed, don't take any books, after the roll call, see if the teacher is gone, go, we go, don't go, we continue to read novels.

Sophomore Sunday.

10 people in the dormitory DOTA, how can there be evening self-study, these three words have become history, occasionally find that their beard has grown again, take out a razor and hang up.

Sunday of junior year.

Half of the people in the dormitory are gone, the other half is checking job postings, and when I play DOTA, I can't get a team, so I can only go to the Internet café, they go, but I don't want to go, I am alone in the dormitory, listening to music, watching movies, reading novels, and sometimes I will stand on the windowsill, look into the distance, and think about the future.

Sunday of senior year.

I don't have a senior year.

April 11, 2011 at 01:30