Along the light rail line, I don't know how long I walked.

Family?

This doesn't seem to be the direction of home.

I had gone so far.

I waved down a taxi......

"Bang!" I slammed the door shut, "Son, why did you come back?"

Mother is always like this, I don't come back, she almost doesn't go to bed early, no matter how late she is, no matter how late she is, no matter how late she is, she has to wait. Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

I walked on the bed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw pictures of them again. Lingjing, Xiao Du, SX.

Suddenly, I struggled to my feet and turned on the desktop computer in my room.

Enter the author's backstage, "The Last Drop of Love Left to Me", write, write desperately!

I was anxious to write our story, in the moments I missed........

Since that physical education class, Li Yong beat the one named Du Bo, and I was scolded by Lingjing in humiliation, I suddenly felt empty.

The words "neurotic!" may not be a blow to ordinary people, let alone an insult.

But what a blow it would be for me to be in love with her, but for me who is everything in my inner world.

From then on, I would always keep my eyes on the window, glancing at her occasionally passing by.

Since then, I have completely dismissed the courage and confession of chasing her.

I'm so cowardly. Don't dare to snatch her back!

In this way, she became someone else's girlfriend, or even someone else's bride.

I'm not reconciled!

I'm not reconciled!

I'm waiting, waiting for a moment.

I hope to continue to be with her.

Of course, I swore an oath: "In this life, if you don't marry Lingjing, even if you rob it, you will snatch it back for me." ”

At that time, we always made vows so easily. But the vows that are often easily uttered will always turn out to be so pale and weak.

In the days that followed, Li Yong really fell in love with Li Pan. She is always mentioned in my ear, and to be honest, I don't like to hear it.

I will still laugh at Li Yong's cowardice, cowardice, and dare not confess as always.

But every time I get to the point, I give up again.

Because I'm not like that myself, and who is there to laugh at others? Heh, ridiculous.

Today, I suddenly received the latest news from the head teacher's office, we are moving to the dormitory!

Moving to a dormitory?

Moving to a new apartment?

No! The boys' apartment wasn't repaired at all! That would be .......

"Students, after class ends at noon tomorrow, all the boys in the class will go and help the girls move to the dormitory and move to the girls' apartment........" Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Xie, was chattering on the podium.

And most of us boys don't have that mind anymore, why? Why did the boys move? Why do we still sleep in kennel bungalows?

"Let's talk about the second thing, in view of the fact that the bungalow where the boys live is too dangerous, the school decided to vacate the old girls' house for the boys after the girls moved to the new apartment..........

When I heard what Mr. Xie said, the audience did not cheer.

Why?

Because the so-called old girls' hospital is actually not much better than the dilapidated house, so ......

I don't know if God was urging us to move out of this place, or what, it suddenly rained heavily outside.

The bedroom was leaking. When we woke up in the morning, I went! The hallway of the dormitory was filled with water, and there were all kinds of floating objects floating on it. Even the underwear is available.

I really don't understand, how can the content float on the surface of the water unharmed? I still haven't figured it out.

Helping girls move to the dormitory, to be honest, is actually a beautiful difference!

At that time, we were young and ignorant, and our desire for the opposite sex was wireless.

At that time, we were no better than today's children, and we could see love action movies made by internationally famous actors Sora Aoi, Maria Ozawa and others on the next fast broadcast or something.

These things, in our time, were unthinkable.

So, even though every boy has an expression on his face that he is reluctant to help the girl carry things. But I know that it's just reserved! In fact, one or two of them are so anxious that they can't wait to get into the girl's distance immediately.

I have no memory of helping my female classmates move their dormitories, except for the scent of their quilts and the cleanliness of their girls' dormitories.

[PS: I want to change my approach, change my way of writing, and record those stories about youth. How to change it, I believe it is not difficult for you to see from the changes in the style of the recent chapters, right? If you have any questions, you can leave a message directly. 】