One night, I saw a few people in the class group talking about the things and feelings of the class reunion, and the female classmate who attended the class reunion every year said a lot, feeling that time is ruthless, the years have left traces, and the acquaintance between people is like a dream with open eyes, and encourages all students to participate in the class reunion every year. I interjected at the right time to join her in emotion and express my empathy and praise for her kindness, saying that her kindness would benefit her for the rest of her life. She thanked me for her affirmation and said that my personality has changed a lot compared to when I was in school, and I have become much more cheerful, and this personality will also benefit me for the rest of my life. After that, she added my social media software, and we chatted from 22 o'clock in the night to 4 o'clock in the morning, and I fell asleep before I knew it.

We talked for more than a month. I know the shortcomings of a person like her, and I keep bringing the topic to the irretrievable school life, which makes her more and more emotional, I know my ultimate goal very well, and sometimes I think about it I feel too sinful, always trapped in the guilt of my conscience. Finally, when I felt the time was right, I offered to visit her city. The distance between our two cities is three hours by high-speed train, and it is not too difficult to meet. She said she was glad I was here and that she would pick me up and show me around their city. My first impression of her city was that the streets were incredibly clean, as if they had been wiped with a rag. A river flows through the suburbs of the northern part of the city, through more than 500 kilometers of the river, into the city where our school is located, and then through the city not far from our school. She was very enthusiastic and took me to eat their customs and snacks and go to several interesting attractions, which was like a child. In the end, to my disappointment and surprise, she posted a photo of us eating together to the class group, which made the group discussion, which had been quiet since graduation, lively. When someone asked why we were together, I was afraid that she would tell the truth, so I replied to her in the group before I said that I was on a business trip and would meet an old friend by the way. And she didn't explain too much after seeing it, and echoed my statement in the group.

Her childlike state made me feel ashamed of the purpose of coming to this city, and I couldn't let go of it for a long time. I had to continue to appear to her as a humble gentleman, until in the evening when I arrived at my hotel, she asked me in the lobby if I was okay, and I wanted to let her sit in my room like I had said to my best friend. But her childlike eyes made my shame even more obvious, and I scolded myself for being shameless, so I told her that nothing was wrong and thanked her for being there for the whole day.

After returning from that city, I didn't feel the need to act like a confidant with her anymore - I used to pretend to be, but she was as enthusiastic as ever, and I was too embarrassed to ignore it, so I had to deal with the response. Until one day she said she wanted to go back to school again and wanted me to be with her, and I didn't have any reason to refuse. On the first day, we walked around the school for half a day, and then sat in the grandstand on the playground and chatted while watching our school football team play football with other schools. When I asked her about her impression of me, she said that she didn't pay much attention to me when she was in school, and that she felt that I was introverted and had always lived in my own inner world, and that there were only a few friends around me. The only thing she remembered was telling her to get out of the way. I asked her why she was so embarrassed to keep apologizing to me. She said it was all because I was too mysterious.

"No one knows what kind of person you are. "Introverts can be quite unreasonable sometimes," she said. ”

When our school scored, I pretended to cheer with the scattered crowd and reached out to hold her in my arms under the pretext of being happy, and she stiffened for a while and waved my other hand in celebration. When our school scored the second goal, I was even more excited and kissed her, and she was shocked and asked me what I was doing. I pretended I didn't know anything, I just said that the game was great and that our team was doing so well. She blushed and didn't dare to look at me, and when she looked at me again, it seemed to be filled with endless complaints and puzzles. I knew that the goal I had given up on had taken a new turn, and that it would be okay if I worked harder. And the sentence she asked at this time made me even more sure that everything would be a sure thing.

"Don't you really have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Nope. I said.

She stopped talking, and looked silently ahead.

After dinner, she said that she had not booked a place to stay. I booked the same hotel for her where I stayed with Hai Linlin's best friend last time, and I indicated that I needed the penultimate room on the south side of the seventh floor - the same room where I stayed with Hai Linlin's best friend for one night. The feeling that I had in that room and the events of that night was so appealing to me, and what I'm doing now is to relive the feeling of that night that was bringing me, because I might only have one chance, and I had to be rigorous and reasonable, and I probably wouldn't find that feeling in any other room.

She and I weren't as reserved as we were at the beginning of the night with Hai Linlin's best friend, and as soon as I entered the door, I hugged her tightly, and after she put up a little resistance, she began to camp. She behaved as I imagined, completely passive, but very obedient and let her do whatever she wanted. And my purpose of trying to find the feeling I needed from her was perfectly accomplished, and that feeling was even better than the last time I was in this room. I lay on her and felt the wonder of her body as I moved, and I felt the incompleteness of the past over and over again. She made my memories more delicate, the sunlight shining on the drawing board through the window, the clatter of the teacher writing on the blackboard with chalk in theory and politics classes, the smell of turpentine washing the brushes, the scent of osmanthus flowers on the campus every September, the rows of bookshelves in the library, the rustle of the leaves of the cleaners cleaning the campus in late autumn and early winter, etc., like frames of film made of oil paintings. Then she snuggled into my arms and hugged me tightly, as if she was afraid of something and needed to find security.

"It felt like going back to my twenties. She said, "I remembered a lot of things. ”

"yes, so do I. I said, "It's a good feeling." ”

She told me that she had accidentally seen a pair of male and female classmates in the dense shade of the green area of the campus, and said that she was startled at the time, when she was still a virgin, and she was ashamed that someone else found out that she was doing that kind of thing, not that she found someone else. I deliberately said that I never remembered anything in the green area that would be safe enough for a couple to love|well, and hoped she would show me the next day. Actually, I knew the dense shade of the trees, but when she arrived with me the next day, there were only two stone tables and a few stone benches left. She regretted that she had not lied to me, that there was indeed a very shady place in this place at that time.

The campus was sparsely populated on holidays, and we walked together to our fixed classroom when it was dark, and the classroom was unlocked and empty. I hugged her from behind, and she told me to let go, saying that there was a camera in the classroom. I turned on the light, looked around to make sure there were no cameras, then turned the light off and pressed her on the table. She went from being a little resistant at the beginning to being submissive, and at the last moment she took the initiative to ask for a change|seniority|; She sat on the edge of the table, and the bow was long open, without the slightest shyness from before. When I was about to pull out at the last moment, she hugged me tightly, her teeth biting my shoulder, and the pain and the feeling of death hit me together, making me cry softly. Then I heard her start sobbing in a low voice, and I asked her softly what was wrong, trying to take her head off my shoulder, and look into her eyes and talk to her in the dim light. Her clothes were slumped over my left leg, and mine was left on my knee, and I wanted to tidy up our clothes with her first. But she hugged me as if she was afraid that I would fly away at any moment, and told me to hold her tight with a whimpering sound, and I had to do so. Then, a burning pain in her shoulder came, and she still didn't let go until I felt that a long time had passed. She kissed me deeply on the forehead as she let go of me. As the hand rested on my shoulder, the pain made me whisper involuntarily. She quickly apologized and asked me if I was okay with concern. We sorted out our clothes, and she turned on the light, and the bright light made us all squint our eyes, and only slowly opened them when we got used to the light. She sat me down in my seat and gently examined the wound on my shoulder, and I turned my head as best I could, and although it was bitten through my shirt, the teeth were clearly recognizable, glowing with a dark purple color, and there were a few places that slowly oozing blood. She first blamed herself for not being like that, and then gave me advice on how to get rid of the pain. In the end, there was a sly and mischievous smile on his face.

"Traces like this will remain on the body forever. She said, "Depend on how you explain it to people in the future." ”

She spent two days and two nights in the city where she was at school. When she first came, she took a photo at the school gate and posted it in the circle and class group of social software, with the text caption: Go back in time. After sending her back, I was always worried about whether she would post about us in her social circles or class groups, which would be a disgraceful thing for anyone. I guess she should have posted a post on the high-speed train back, accompanied by a panoramic picture of our classroom, and a text caption: Time will come back. It completely reassured me.