The face was still as beautiful as the first time I saw it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I tried to hide, tried to bury myself in the deepest part of the dirt, and I was willing to accept any way to keep it from being exposed to her at this moment.

I saw her look of surprise, and I saw the sadness that there was nowhere to hide.

Lin Xiangqing, my senior sister, is the girl who makes me look at it.

Memories of youthful emotions came to my heart in an instant.

At that time, I was a stunned teenager in a school uniform, and when I first entered the campus, everything felt fresh.

It was there that I met a heart I had never felt in the first half of my life, and at the first sight of her, I understood what it was like to fall in love at first sight.

I ran from the playground to the classroom, and she passed me, and that was the first time I saw her.

Unexpectedly familiar strangeness entangled me, I felt that I saw a lover who had not broken my marriage in my previous life, and for a long time, I firmly believed that I must have had an unforgettable love with her in my previous life. That's why the moment I saw her, I was emotionally disturbed and fell in love.

I began to silently pay attention to her, to approach her, to hear everything about her.

At the end of a night self-study class, there were groups of chatting students sitting on the grass of the football field, and she was there that time, sitting in the circle of students belonging to their school level.

They seemed to be playing some game, and she was elated, sometimes cheering with joy, sometimes sighing with regret.

I was sitting in another place not far away, with a few friends who had left class.

I look at her from time to time, and see her laughing, like eating a drunken date, and getting drunk in my heart.

She suddenly got up and walked over to me, I sat there and I didn't know what to do, she crouched down next to me, and I felt my heart beat like boiling oil in a hot pot.

"I like you."

That's what she said at the time, word by word, clearly, tattooed into my head.

I was stunned, and my classmates next to me began to heckle.

A senior followed her. "You're fooling." He opened his mouth and said to her, "I think you obviously know this junior, but no, you have to find someone you don't know." ”

That's when I realized that they were playing "Big Adventure".

I finally had her contact information, trying to understand her life, occasionally expressing my sorrows.

Gradually, we developed a relationship that could be called friends.

"I'll give you a painting." I said to her.

"You can draw, huh?" She was surprised.

"I can't draw anything else, I paint you, it should work."

"Okay, I'll wait." She said.

I started staring at the pictures in her album all night long, and I wanted to remember the most special thing in her eyes, the thing that hooked my soul.

Finally, my painting was done.

I gave it to her, and I made an appointment that day to let her come downstairs between classes.

"It turned out to be an anime, I thought it was a sketch or something, but it's pretty good." She smiled at me.

She laughs so beautifully.

"Senior sister, next time I'll draw a sketch for you." I watched her back as she went upstairs and called out to her.

"Okay!" She seemed happier.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye she is about to go to an internship.

"I'll give you a farewell gift." I said to her.

"What gift?" She asked.

"Confidentiality."

I didn't tell her what I was going to give her because I wasn't sure what I was going to give her.

I spent a lot of time wandering around the lattice shop, and I tried to find something that I always brought with me to remind her that she always remembered me.

It was a brown-colored women's watch with a relaxed bear motif.

"It's the first time a boy has given me a watch, thank you."

That was pretty much the last time we saw each other, and since then, I've been to a lot of places she has been, after she left.

Our relationship grew weaker and weaker, and the more she said to me, the less she spoke.

Until the end, we lay quietly on each other's contact lists, never flickering again.

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