In the morning, my buddy sent a wedding photo.

The buddy said, "She asked me to send it to you, ask if you look good?"

I looked at her in the photo, and for a moment I felt like I was back in high school.

I was sixteen years old at the time, and I was the flower of the motherland.

That year, I came across Lemon.

The first time I saw Lemon was in the exam room, she was sitting in front of me, her hair was wet and dripping, and she meowed like a water ghost who came to take the exam.

I stared at her back for a long time, and tapped her shoulder lightly with my pen.

Lemon turned her head, her eyes filled with tears.

I was a little embarrassed, thinking to myself, could it be that I cried when I knocked it with a pen?

But I still dared to say the first thing I said to her in my life:

"Can I copy your answer in a moment?"

Lemon raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, looked at me and replied seriously:

"Okay."

In fact, I regretted it a little at that time, because I thought that Lemon was likely to cry before the exam, she was so good-looking, she must not have studied well, and I didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

It turned out that I thought too much, because of the lemon copying, I was admitted to the top ten in the class, the teacher excitedly visited my home, and my parents beat me up happily.

The next time I saw Lemon, it was in the school playground, she was squatting alone under the shade of a tree, and I walked up to find her crying again.

She just shed tears and didn't make any sound.

I'm still embarrassed, my mother always bumps into her crying and won't be silenced by her, right?

Lemon remembered me, and she asked me, "How was your last exam?"

I said, "I almost took my life."

Lemon smiled, wiped her tears, took a lemon out of her pocket and handed it to me.

The lemon grew up like yogurt, and I almost cried under the tree with her.

Lemon didn't stay long before leaving, and when I asked her what her name was, she pointed to the half-eaten lemon in my hand and said, "I'll call it Lemon."

I was sixteen years old at the time, and I actually believed her nonsense, and I felt sorry for her to share the name with the fruit.

Later, I always saw lemons on campus, and I had never found such a good-looking girl in the school until then, but she was always alone, and she often looked like she was crying with red eyes.

In my sophomore year of high school, the school re-assigned classes, and I was placed in the same class and table as Lemon.

I think it's all providence, and it's likely that we're going to live together or something in the future.

I was seventeen years old, and a seed had quietly sprouted in my heart.

I love lemons, a crush, only I know with God.

After sharing a table with lemons, going to school became a happy thing, and I got up early and returned late every day just to see lemons more.

I'm a day student, Lemon is a boarding student, and I even go to study at night for her.

Lemon is not at all averse to the fact that she is at a table with me, she studies well, but it does not mean that she loves to study, she sleeps better than me during self-study classes, and I am responsible for helping her cover her coat.

At that time, my school uniform had only one function, which was to serve as a quilt for Lemon, and Lemon said to me, "I like when you put on my coat~"

I asked, "Why?"

Lemon said: "Because it's warm... It's very secure."

Lemon said this to me with a warm smile on her face, and her appearance melted my heart.

At that time, I knew why Lemon was always alone, and the girls in the class didn't like her, because she was so good, and the girls didn't seem to like being friends with girls who were too good, and I couldn't quite understand it, anyway, I didn't know the mysteries.

But this does not hinder Lemon's popularity among boys, there are many people who like her, and there are always people who send her love letters, but Lemon has never read it.

I asked Lemon, "Why don't you read the letters that other people give you?"

Lemon said: "ThatsnothatImaitingfor"

I said, "???."

I was seventeen years old and my English was less than seven years old.

Later, Lemon would regularly ask me to dispose of those love letters, and I would become a shredder, and when the love letters reached a certain number, I would sneak them home.

I was always careful on the way back, because I knew that if I was exposed, I would be crippled if I wasn't killed.

And when I go home, I will always hide in the house and secretly read those letters, and while reading the sensational words in them, I imagine that I am a lemon, and I will be moved by what kind of thoughts I will have in my heart when I see the content.

I was so fucking perverted that year.

But at that time, I didn't know why Lemon kept crying.

Until one day, Lemon didn't come to school after the Saturday and Sunday break, she disappeared for two days, and came to school again with a wound on her face.

I was so angry that I stood in front of Lemon, gritted my teeth and clenched my fists and asked her who did it?

Lemon shook her head, saying that she had accidentally fallen.

The old lie, I looked at her firmly, still asking who did it? I'm going to fight him, he won't die, I'll die.

Lemon bowed her head and was silent for a long time before she said in a very depressed mood, "It's my dad."

That day I learned why Lemon was always crying, her dad was an alcoholic, all drunkards were the same, and when he came home, he took her out on her mother.

Lemon used to be a day student, but later she became a boarding student, but she still encounters such things during the holidays.

Lemon didn't cry when I was talking to me about these things, I was speechless, and for the first time I didn't know what I was going to say to Lemon.

I didn't avenge Lemon because I didn't have the courage to kill her dad, but I decided to do something to make Lemon happy, and that was to make me confess to Lemon.

The date was chosen for Christmas, which was my birthday and God's holiday, and I wanted to share my secrets with God with her.

I decided to write a love letter to Lemon first, because I read more than 10,000 volumes, so I wrote like a god, I didn't write long, and it was not touching, because during the time when I was obsessed with myself as a lemon, I felt that Lemon's favorite was just the most real.

I really like her, from the first year of high school to the present, rounding up for almost 2 years.

I originally planned to ask Lemon to skip class and leave school on Christmas Eve, and then give her the love letter and let her read it in front of me, after all, I know that she has a good habit of not liking to read love letters.. As a result, I didn't expect Lemon to make an appointment with me in advance, and she said to me, "I have a place I want to go to, and you skip class and accompany me at night."

I looked at Lemon, smiled and said, "I'm a day student, and not studying late is not considered skipping class."

Lemon chuckled: "Then I'll skip class and go with you.."

That night I carried Lemon out of the school gate, and after I got out, Lemon's hand kept around my waist, and I rode very slowly, even fantasizing about becoming a snail, wishing I could do it for the rest of my life.

Lemon asked me to take her to the riverside of the county seat, where no one came at night in winter, and the river had long since turned to ice.

I walked on the ice with Lemon, Lemon walked in front of me, and the love letters in my pocket were sweaty from my pinching.

Suddenly, the soles of Lemon's feet slid down, and I reached out and hugged her.

The lemon leaned into my arms, the warm breath lapping on my face.

I looked at Lemon, and Lemon's eyes were full of tears.

I said, "Lemon, you're crying again, why are you sad again?"

The lemon didn't squeak, she closed her eyes, and her lips came together.

My lips were pressed against Lemon's, I kissed her, and my first kiss since then melted on the ice.

Lemon's body trembled softly in my arms, and the two of us kissed awkwardly until we couldn't breathe.

I finally got the courage to take out the love letter in my pocket and hand it to Lemon, who was still blushing and a little surprised when she saw my love letter.

But she still took the love letter, but didn't open it right away.

I looked at her and said a little anxiously, "You can watch it now.."

As a result, Lemon shook her head, and she smiled shallowly and said, "No, but... I'll see.. Because.."

"That's what I've been waiting for..."

"It's time for us to go back."

Lemon didn't open the letter that night, and I didn't succeed in confessing to her.

A kiss disrupted my plans, I don't know what I and Lemon are, and she likes me, right?

I also went home after sending lemons back, and I had insomnia that night on Christmas Eve...

When I went to school the next day, Lemon didn't come to class, I thought she didn't come because she was shy, but I didn't know that Lemon was on Christmas Day, and she transferred and left.

Lemon's parents divorced, and she followed her mother to a city in the south, a city far away on the map.

Since then, I have no news of her, and the kiss that night was used to say goodbye.

Maybe it was Lemon's birthday present to me, and that year, I was just eighteen years old, destined to shed tears for love.

The days that followed became pale, and the days of the third year of high school were always not easy, I couldn't get out of the shadows, I couldn't forget the appearance of lemons, and the third year of high school joined the team of self-abandonment.

Until one day I received a courier, and inside the courier was a letter, and there was only a short sentence in the letter, the name of a university, and the sentence "I will wait for you here." ”

When I got a new lease of life, I saved the sender's phone number and started to study like crazy.

For a whole year I felt like I was going to hell, I made countless papers, I used up countless pens, I had never done such a thing so intently, I turned all my thoughts of lemons into motivation, I never called that phone number, even though I had memorized it.

After that, the college entrance examination came as scheduled, and the two-day light rain ended all the three years of high school, and when I walked out of the campus after the exam, I had a feeling of reluctance for the first time in my heart.

I stood at the school gate and didn't leave for a long time, because I felt that as soon as I left, many things would disappear from my life.

On the day the results of the college entrance examination came down, I finally dialed that phone number.

Listening to the voice on the phone, I burst into tears.

I finally realized that everything was just a little trick, and that she knew everything for a long time, just to give me a better future.

The voice ringing on the phone is "The number you dialed is empty."

I went to that university, and that university didn't have anyone waiting for me.

When I saw Lemon again, it was already a few years later, and the head teacher organized a class reunion, and Lemon actually came.

Everyone remembered her, including me, and I never forgot her.

Lemon and I both drank a lot of wine and didn't talk during the whole time.

By the time the end of the show was over, both of us left late, and she was already waiting for me at the door when we went out.

Lemon said, "Have you accompanied me to the place, how is it?"

She's still her, still the same she I remember.

Lemon and I went to the river again, because it was summer, the river was not frozen, and the two of us sat on the river, quietly watching the ripples on the water.

It seems that everything has changed, and it is as if nothing has changed... I had a lot of things I wanted to say to her, but to this day, I can't say anything.

Because, I saw the ring on her ring finger.

I think that's enough.

She has her own happiness, and she has her own new life.

There was no need to ask too many questions, and the lemon and I sat here quietly, as if the two of us were sitting under a tree all those years ago, and I was eating the lemon she handed me.

When we parted, Lemon said to me, "When I have chosen a wedding dress, can you help me look at it?"

I smiled: "Of course, actually, when you were sleeping, I fantasized when I helped you put on your school uniform that it would be nice if I could put on a wedding dress for you one day.."

Lemon just smiled when she heard my words, it was still the same smile, and after many years, it was still so good-looking.

I remembered the first time I saw her in the exam room, and I remembered the crying red eyes when she turned her head.

It's completely different from what it is now.

I laughed too, tears pouring down my heart.

I was twenty-four years old and liked to be alone.

It's been a long, long time, and I don't need to round it up.

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She has also been secretly entangled in countless nights.

Thinking of this, my heart seemed to be missing a corner all of a sudden, and countless sorrows kept surging out from that gap...

I looked at Yu Qian like this, and it took a long time before I spoke

"Hmm.."

"I see... Now, there it is.."

My answer made Yu Qian raise her head and look at me again, she stared at me for a long time, and finally moved again.

I saw her break free of my hand and stumble out the door a little.

I stood in the bathroom for a while before walking out again...

After going out, Yu Qian was already lying on the bed, she was lying on her back, her eyes were tightly closed, and she seemed to be resting.

I feel that Yu Qian really drank too much today, even if she didn't drink too much, at least she was not in a good mood...

So after looking at her for a while, I still spoke

"If you want to sleep, put on the covers, I..."

"I'll go back first."

I didn't mention what happened just now, I just think that it is a good choice to leave by myself now...

As a result, I didn't expect that as soon as I finished speaking, Yu Qian's voice came...

"Don't go.. Stay with me.."

"Stay with me... One night.."

Although the sound was small, I could hear it clearly.

I was stunned, I never thought that Yu Qian would say this...

Do you want to stay with her all night?

Although I wanted to crook for a second, I quickly understood what she meant...

After all, it's not safe to leave her alone to stay here at night... And it's so foggy outside, it's not convenient for me to go home, and I can't hang up on the way and become a ghost or something...

So at this time, I looked at Yu Qian again, and then asked tentatively

"Is it convenient? There's only one bed."

Yu Qian immediately opened her eyes again when she heard me say this, and she seemed to be really much more awake after she vomited. She struggled to sit up again, then looked at me and said

: "Previous... Didn't you do the same?"

"So, there's nothing inconvenient about it.."

Yu Qian's words reminded me of the fact that I went to Yangtian Mountain with her, and that night, we did spend the night in the hotel bed.

Thinking of this, I didn't say anything, and finally nodded at Yu Qian...

Seeing me nodding, Yu Qian rubbed her eyes, and soon she looked at me again, and then spoke

"Let's just sleep in bed, I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll sleep first, one and a half.."

After saying this, Yu Qian walked to the other side of the bed again, she took off her shoes, took off my coat and her own coat, put it aside, and then the whole person got into the bed...

I saw Yu Qian's move, so I thought about it again, and then walked into the bathroom on the side...

After I went in, I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror, I actually felt that I was not like myself anymore.

Which self am I?

In the end, in my heart, what kind of thoughts do I have about Qian, and what do I think about Zheng Jiayue?

I took a deep breath at this thought, then turned off the light and walked out of the bathroom.

When I went out, the lights were still on in the house.

The rooms in this hotel are very good, at least worth the price.

I turned off the lights and soon it was pitch black...

I fumbled in the dark for a long time, and finally crawled to the side of the bed.

I don't know when it started, sleeping in the same bed with Yu Qian has become so easy...

Perhaps, this is a feeling that Lu Mao has never experienced, right?

At this time, I suddenly had such an impulse, an impulse to ask Yu Qian clearly, what was going on between her and Lu Mao, to ask her if she knew Li Laogou, and to know what she had always disliked Lu Mao and being with him again.

But this thought only swirled around in my head a few times, and then I rejected it again...

Because even if I ask, Yu Qian may not tell me, and she is estimated to be in a state of half-drinking now, so it is very likely that she will not say anything I ask, but it will make her more nervous and concerned, and there will be less chance of knowing in the future.

Thinking of this, I still sighed lightly, and then opened the corner of the quilt and gently got in...

After lying down, Yu Qian next to me was facing away from me, she didn't know if she was asleep, but it was quiet and motionless.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at her, and after a while, that feeling in my heart returned.

Obviously, she was always so close to her, but she couldn't shorten the distance by a little bit.

Obviously, many times as long as you stretch out your hand, you can touch her, but because of various reasons, you can't do so...

Perhaps, this is the so-called fate without separation... Perhaps, it is destined that Yu Qian and I can only stay in this distance.

Thinking of this, I was sad again, and finally closed my eyes, thinking that it would be better to sleep.

When I wake up from sleep, I guess everything will be fine, Yu Qian will return to normal, and her trembling heart will calm down again.

However, such a thought did not stay in his mind for long, and suddenly he felt that Yu Qian turned around again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that she was looking at me too.

Although it was pitch black, my eyes and her eyes seemed to be intertwined in the darkness.

It was a very subtle feeling, it was a feeling, there are no good words to describe it.

Lying in bed and looking at each other with the girl you liked, or rather, the girl you once liked...

Obviously, I can't see each other's faces clearly, but I don't want to look away at all.

At this time, I couldn't help but start to guess in my heart.

What kind of thoughts does she have now?

What was she thinking at this time?

Is it the same thing as what you think? Or is it that you are not looking at yourself at all, and you are just thinking too much about it?

Such thoughts were racing in my mind, and suddenly Yu Qian moved...

Her face became clear in her field of vision.

As soon as my back stiffened, I felt it.

There was a temperature in front of him, and the face slowly leaned towards him.

Before I could come back to my senses, I felt a hand gently placed on my waist.

And in his arms, a petite body, leaned over...

My head buzzed, and my eyes turned into a white expanse...

My heart sank rapidly at this moment, I lowered my head, Yu Qian's face was hidden in the darkness, but her eyes were clearly shining brightly.

After a brief pause, her thin voice came from her arms

"Just one night.."

"Just give it to me. Such an evening ...

Her voice sounded so small, but it seemed to explode in my body, and the sound resounded in every corner of my body. This voice, down my veins, slowly rushed towards my heart...

I don't know why, I can't speak anymore.

Zheng Jiayue's smiling face flashed in front of him, but it was only a short second, and it disappeared.

What reappeared was Yu Qian's lonely figure, Yu Qian... That heartbreaking figure...

That's how I started it, and I don't know where the strength came from.

hugged her tightly in his arms...

The moment he hugged Yu Qian in his arms, a feeling that he had never felt before poured into his heart.

It seems to be the first time, the first time to hold her tight like this...

For the first time I felt her mood, and then, with her consent, hugged her tightly...