But the roommate said that it was Huo Chen from Class B. He also said that today's incident was caused by Huo Chen, others raised their feet to look at Ye Ning inside, Huo Chen was unhappy, and patted that person's back, so that person was annoyed, and the two of them made a fuss about this.

When it comes to your topic, I will always be silent, I don't want to say anything to others, it's my secret and yours. But when others say it, I can't help but prick up my ears to listen.

They talked about you there, saying that you are very good-looking, in fact, no wonder Huo Chen likes you, but your personality is a little strange, too introverted, and you don't talk much, so you know to bow your head and study stupidly. Also, I don't know how to dress up. They say you're like a woman in a feudal society, very conservative, and you don't know where you came from.

I privately hoped that my roommates would say more about you, but I was not happy when they said that you were bad. After that, he stopped talking about it, and everyone discussed other things, and the topic was over.

I was lying there, thinking about Huo Chen, who is Huo Chen, from Class B next door, tall and handsome, from the school basketball team, maybe the prince charming among your girls.

I was very sad and disappointed at that time, compared to Huo Chen at that time, I was quite ordinary, really inconspicuous.

Later, I paid more attention to Huo Chen, and found that Huo Chen is indeed a person that many girls like, he is popular, and he has a good relationship with several boys in your class.

His gaze, like mine, always falls on you from time to time.

But the good thing is that you don't seem to notice him at all, and he is always learning against the clock.

Huo Chen seemed to be quite disappointed for a while, I heard people in the dormitory talk about it, saying that he smoked in the back of the boys' dormitory one night and smoked for most of the night. He called your name in a low voice, and then he learned to draw down, and he didn't know how to be known by the family, and that farce happened.

I was relieved at the time, I knew you wouldn't care about me, but I didn't care about Huo Chen either.

In fact, I can completely understand Huo Chen, and no one can understand him better than me at that time.

Perhaps the most sad and helpless thing is not that you are angry and angry, nor that you like or dislike, but that you are ignored, completely ignored.

In your eyes, Huo Chen may just be a speck of dust that has never entered your eyes, and you don't take it to heart at all.

Huo Chen, who is always trying his best to revolve around you, always walking past you intentionally or unintentionally, and me, all seem so funny and ridiculous.

Later, I carefully observed that you are not without friends, you have two classmates who can talk very well, but those two classmates are very good at studying and are among the best. Together, you discuss math problem solving, discuss English grammar, and even practice speaking English together.

So I silently understood one thing, if you want to see it, you must study hard.

Maybe in your mind, the only people you can remember are those who surpass you in test scores, those who are better at learning than you, and those who are more diligent in learning than you.

Since then, I have rarely walked past your window, intentionally or unintentionally, and I have begun to dig out my exam papers and textbooks and study hard.

In those two years, I have grown a lot taller, although I don't like to play basketball like Huo Chen, but I also run. I started to attract the attention of some female classmates, and some even wrote me love letters and gave me love chocolates.

But I've never looked at those, and I don't find anyone else interesting except you.

During the 10-minute break between classes, I would stand in front of the guardrail in the corridor on the second floor and look at the playground and flower beds below. There is no toilet in our school building, and to go to the toilet, you need to go downstairs and walk through the flower bed.

Although you don't listen to anything outside the window and only read the books of the sages, you still have to go to the toilet.

That's why I'm always standing on the guardrail to catch you.

In your third year of high school, you are much taller than you were three or four years ago, but you are very thin and your face is very pale. Others secretly talk about whether you are too economical, eat half a steamed bun in the morning, one at noon and one in the evening, and eat pickles and boiled water. You only eat every other day, and only the cheapest vegetarian dishes. At that time, prices were still very low, and I remember that half a vegetarian dish in the cafeteria could be beaten, half a vegetarian dish was six cents, and half a meat dish was one dollar. There are more expensive ones, which are small fried items in the canteen, which cost three yuan a piece.

You still wear long pants and long sleeves every day, and you don't show any skin other than your face, neck, and hands, and you always wrap yourself tightly.

I would watch your slender figure walk past the flowerbed, all the way to the school building, and finally into the hallway, where I couldn't see.

I'll close my eyes and count at this point. I knew exactly how fast you were and how fast you were, so when I counted to seventeen, I opened my eyes and pretended to look back casually.

At this time, you can be seen coming up from the hallway, stepping up the last step, and appearing in the hallway.

I'll look back at the flower beds downstairs when you see me.

I pricked up my ears and used every cell in my body to feel the movement of you as you walked behind me.

Your steps are light, but I can sensitively capture your every step, and I can even hear the sound of your breathing behind me.

At this time, my blood will surge, and I will become restless and unhappy, but happy and sweet.

This is the sweetest enjoyment of my three years in Songshan Middle School and High School, and it is also the shortest distance I can get close to you.

At the end of the day, when I lie on the bed in the dormitory at night, I will constantly relive every figure and movement I saw you today. I was really thinking about how I could help you, but I knew I couldn't do anything.

I understand that after what happened before, you must have overly sensitive self-esteem, and you must not dare to accept anyone's help lightly.

But at that time in the third year of high school, there was a lot of schoolwork, everyone was bored to study, and even the physical education class at that time had been stopped, and everyone was like a learning machine, studying until half past nine in the evening, getting up at five forty in the morning to run and do exercises, and then starting to study in the morning. Many parents are worried about their children's malnutrition, or take their children to their homes to eat small stoves every day to supplement nutrition, and some are afraid of delaying their children's time, so they deliberately take insulated lunch boxes and send the prepared meals to their children.

At that time, the school also came to sell a kind of shark oil that tonifies the brain, saying that if you eat it, you can be admitted to college. Everyone is skeptical, some say it is a liar, and some have a glimmer of hope for parents to buy it to supplement their brains.

Of course, all this qiē has nothing to do with you, you don't have a father anymore, and you don't have a mother. I heard that your grandmother has also passed away and is now living in your uncle's house.

I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about how to make your life better, but I really didn't know. I'm not short of money, my dad desperately stuffs me money every time he sees me, and all he can do is give me money. My mom also gave me money like a competition, and now she is addicted to mahjong, and for her, her son can use money to pass the time.

Whether it's my dad's money or my mom's money, it's a shame for you.

But after tossing and turning, I still couldn't rest assured, and when I went to the cafeteria with my red eyes open, I came up with an idea.

The helper in the back kitchen of the cafeteria was a young man, in his twenties, and once he was in a hurry to go home, and his bicycle ran out of gas, so I lent him my bicycle.

So I bought a red peony cigarette, found him, and gave it to him. At that time, peony cigarettes were sold for three yuan a pack in our S market, and one was 10 packs, which was only thirty yuan. However, the canteen boys were flattered and a little afraid to accept it.

I told him about it, but I didn't mean anything else, I just hoped that he would treat you favorably when you were cooking.

The dishes in the cafeteria, whether they are meat dishes or vegetarian dishes, are actually such a big pot, and how much half of the dishes are given is controlled in that cooking spoon. He agreed at the time, saying it was all trivial.

I know exactly when you're going to cook, so I'll be behind you when I'm sure it's time to do it. I still remember that it was winter at that time, and everyone else was wearing the long down jacket that was popular at that time, colorful, only you were wearing a gray coat that didn't fit well, maybe your aunt didn't want it.

Your hair is tied up casually, and the ends of your braids run around the back collar of your old coat. The frozen red hand held a lunch box, which was a common porcelain rice bowl at that time, with some peony blossom patterns printed on the outside, but you have been there for a long time, and the porcelain has almost fallen off, mottled and worn.

After queuing outside for a long time, it's finally your turn, you hand over a meal ticket of eight cents, saying that you want half a vegetarian dish and a steamed bun. Soon the lunch box was handed to the small window and was sent out again.

You seem to be a little surprised, saying this is half a portion, right?

The cafeteria boy estimated that it was the first time he had done this kind of thing, and he blushed a little, and deliberately said loudly: Hurry up, hurry up, next.

Later, you hurried back to the dormitory with that half of the dishes, maybe for you, this half of the dishes is too much, but it's not a big deal, maybe it's just that the canteen boy accidentally served too much. You never have a mind about anything other than studying, and you quickly put that behind you.

And in the days that followed, I would often give the cafeteria boy some gifts and ask him to take care of you. He will sometimes deliberately rub a little meat from a meat dish in a spoon and roll it into your dish.

It wasn't until he graduated from high school that he finally couldn't help but ask me, since you care about her so much, why don't you just sue her.

I didn't speak, maybe it was strange to him. But I knew in my heart that I really wouldn't dare.

In fact, I am cowardly and cowardly, I am afraid to walk in front of you, afraid of your indifferent eyes.

Of course, I'm more afraid, even more afraid that after you see me, you will suddenly touch a memory of your long time and remind you of the unbearable past.