One year and one holiday, my mother's illness improved day by day under the care of the years, and my father began to work, and the family showed vigor and vitality. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

During this time, I became a strong loner. The doctor said I had autism, but I knew that they were just trying to get my parents to worry about me and pay for their medical bills. I won't let their plot succeed, because I'm strong!

I forced myself to learn to buy groceries, cook, and have the courage to face the darkness. In most people's eyes, this should be the natural thing, but in my opinion, it is a "rule of survival" that has to be learned.

During that summer vacation, when I was in tears every night, no one came to play with me, and I didn't know who to play with. People around me said I was introverted, didn't like to talk, didn't like to move, and over time, these hateful adjectives became synonymous with me.

I had tried so hard to get rid of them, and how I longed for a friend to come into my life bravely and proactively. However, when the dream became a reality, I suddenly realized that those expectations and longings were shattered like a fairy tale.

In the end, it was serious to a certain extent: I often heard people say that I was introverted, didn't like to talk, and didn't like to move, but when I wanted to find him out and was about to scold him, I found that there was no one around.

My parents were always worried that I would live in high school, that I would not get along with my classmates, and that I would be bullied.

Before school started, my uncle gave me a mobile phone as a necessary "medicine" for homesickness.

On the first day of school, life is still changing. This time, I was accompanied by my aunt and uncle, and adults are always indispensable. After all, I never grew up in their eyes. This sounds strange, life may be able to make people mature, and relatives may have told you to "grow up", but in the blood of love, you are like a child frolicking and playing.

In front of the high school, there is a volunteer standing every 10 meters. Under the guidance of the volunteers, my uncle and aunt accompanied me to pay the tuition fee smoothly, and after getting the receipt, I received a new round of military training clothes, mats, washbasins and mats at the dormitory management office.

After confirming the exact coordinates of the dormitory, I asked my uncle and aunt to go back.

At 8:00 a.m., I happened to be the second in the dormitory. Cleaning the bed boards, laying mattresses, sheets, placing quilts, pillows, etc., all of which I do independently. Suffering in it, but enjoying it.

The dormitory seats 8 people in total, and I deliberately chose the lower berth position near the balcony. In the dead of night, I was able to stand alone on the balcony, toast to the bright moon, and miss the person in my dreams.

Looking back, I have been separated from Daigo for three years and one vacation, how long will this torturous wait last?

Also on the opposite side of me near the balcony in the lower bunk, he was the first to report to the dormitory, sitting quietly on the bed board, looking at the photo in his hand with teary eyes.

This person is handsome, with a figure similar to mine, although he is not dressed in foreign clothes, but he exudes a sense of arrogance in his bones.

I tried to comfort him when I saw him crying more and more at the picture, but I found that my body was bound by some evil force that forced me to look coldly and walk out of the dormitory without a smile.

As the saying goes, "graduation is the grave of love". I guess he must have broken up with his girlfriend during the junior high school graduation season, and then he was grief-stricken with his girlfriend's photo; Otherwise, someone close to the family dies......

It's a pity that those are lighter than a feather in my eyes, because my pain is deeper than his.

Living in this world of indifference, each other is fragile like glass, caring for their own overall structure, licking the broken cracks, and not collapsing the soul.

I found my name and the class I was assigned to on the bulletin board on campus, and the number of classes in high school was quite large, there were 18 classes in the first year of high school alone, and I was placed in the seventh class of high school, bathed in this complete number.

The campus of the high school is much larger than the previous junior high school. Every glass of the teaching building reflects the brilliance of the sun, the domineering staircase in front of the library is like a palace of worship, and the newly renovated laboratory building with the experimental equipment furnished inside, at a glance, it is clear that this project must have consumed considerable financial, material and human resources.

The dining hall sits south and faces north, opposite the teaching building; The playground is just to the east, marching with the national flag, opposite the dormitory building. The entire campus is surrounded by these buildings into a huge square, and in the center of the square stands a sculpture that resembles a long history of distorted abstract art.

I was watching these strange beauties in solitude, and suddenly, the campus was full of people, and everyone was shouting his name "Bai Yuzhe"!