It's really strange to say, I didn't dare to look at her, I couldn't see her for a long time. For a while, he hadn't seen her for almost a month, and he even wondered if she had transferred to another school and stopped studying at this school.

In those days when he couldn't see her, the more he couldn't see her, the more he let his mind think about every detail of her without restraint.

He also let his mind think about mathematics, physics and chemistry problems, thinking about it, he can think of every detail in the study, and he found that in mathematics, physics and chemistry problems, the knowledge before and after can be coherent, just like thinking about her wonderful appearance along the way.

When the details are thought out, the knowledge will be thorough.

However, the details of her body will always remain a mystery.

He knew many details about her, such as the movement of brushing her hair with one hand, the movement of holding a bucket of water with both hands, the movement of bending over, the movement of tying her shoes, but he did not know much about her body structure, her name, and her academic performance.

He found that the ingenuity of the mathematical and physical solution ideas is like the grace of her body, full of charm and law. Mathematics, physics and chemistry are regular, and her beauty is also regular.

He was eager to find out where the laws of her beauty were, but of course, he didn't have a chance to observe them up close.

However, he can explore some of the rules of mathematical problem solving.

In his mind, he was keen to construct the wheel of her beauty, but the memory would always have some ambiguity and not be very clear.

He is passionate about writing the mathematical and physical problem-solving process skillfully, which is a beautiful wheel that can be clearly displayed.

I haven't seen her for a long time, blurry, I see her again, clearly, this time the clarity is superimposed on the last clarity, blurred.

The first night is clear, and the next morning when I wake up, it is blurry.

He didn't have a single photo of her, and the images of her people will always be blurred in his memory.

And mathematics, physics and chemistry, think about it, but it is clearer.

He wanted to pursue her clarity, but he always got blurred.

He didn't need to work too hard to find clarity in mathematics, physics and chemistry.

He didn't have to learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, but more in order to pursue a kind of clarity.

When you think about it, it's clear.

If he can't get her clarity, he can also get the clarity of mathematics, physics and chemistry, and he thinks he is lucky.

Therefore, his mathematics, physics and chemistry grades are getting better and better, and slowly, he has become the top in the school.

However, his overall grades are not top-notch, because he is not able to learn well by thinking about it, and he needs to memorize the subjects to get a high score, and he is always too lazy to memorize them, and he doesn't think much about them.

He likes to think independently, is taciturn, never boasts in front of others, and does not confide in others. He always seemed to be obscure, and no one paid attention to him.

He occasionally becomes a shining point because he is particularly good at mathematics, physics and chemistry, and in his class, there are also girls who like to ask him mathematics, physics and chemistry questions.

His simple clothes, all dressed, if placed today, will definitely become a maverick alternative.

But in those days, few people from wealthy families were poorly dressed, so no one paid special attention to his worst clothes.

In his own class, there were several girls from the countryside, dressed very plainly, and devoted themselves to studying, as if they had never dressed up.

Therefore, she has become a special star in his eyes.

Also living in the school dormitory, she turned everything she had into poetry, dressed in trendy but not glamorous, generous and decent, and there was a proper beauty in every detail, without any superfluity.

For a while, the number of times I occasionally ran into her increased.

On the way, he heard her classmates call her "Xiaoqin", and he knew that she was in the same grade as him, and when he was a freshman in high school, their entire grade was in a relatively old school building. His classroom is on the first floor, while hers, is on the second floor.

In his mind, he racked his brains to describe every detail of her that he had seen, always hoping to make it a kind of eternity in his mind, or even like a structure of the body.

In the end, there is always a lack of the fullest evidence that the details of her beauty can become eternal.

Time, even if it is a day or a moment, will always dilute everything he has seen about her. Everything in front of you will always become blurry again over time.

What's more, the time he was able to sneak in on her was so limited every time.

Time always moves backwards, and things always change. The most exciting moment appeared.

I don't know what day it started, but on the road, when he and her were facing each other, there were more.

Because he missed too much, his courage actually increased. When he met her again, he would stare at her greedily, and he would no longer dodge his gaze, no longer fear, no longer hesitate.

From one day, he was surprised to find that when he looked over, she also happened to look over. She stared at him, her eyes wide open, staring at him.

In that moment, he was out of his body.

In that moment, he found eternity.

He finally found proof that her beauty was infinitely infinite......

As long as he is staring at her consciously, she will definitely respond consciously and stare at him.

A few steps away, in a matter of seconds, she was performing.

It's an exciting time.

But what's going on?

Like the moon, like clouds, and better than the stars, will she look at him?

She is the clouds, he is the black earth.

He didn't believe it himself.

Again and again, he thought it was an illusion, yes, it could only be an illusion, he must be dreaming.

Again and again, he felt that it was not an illusion, it was not an illusion, it was good, it was good, it was very good.

Look at it this way, look at it from afar, it's wonderful, it's wonderful, it's wonderful, that's enough.

Life could be better, and the light in her eyes gave him the strength to prove it. He turned this wonderful evolution into a perfect proof of mathematics, physics and chemistry. His mathematical, physical and chemical results are on the road to full scores.

She was favored, her eyes were like the sea, and there was an urgent light in her eyes. What was that? What did she want? He couldn't figure it out.

He never wanted to take another step or do anything, he really didn't know what to do.

He is like a sleepy man who has lived in a cold place for a long time, with the rays of the sun, with that light, he has completed his most satisfactory imagination.

He was extremely excited and looked forward to looking at each other next time. After each expectation is fulfilled, there is an infinite expectation for the next one.

How can expectations be infinite? He was confused again.

Time flies, two years have passed.

In my sophomore year of high school, the entire grade was in the new school building. He's still on the first floor, she's on the second floor.

In the third year of high school, she chose liberal arts, and he chose science. She and his classrooms were on the third floor. She's at the easternmost end, he's at the westernmost end. She usually goes up and down the stairs at the east end, and he usually goes up and down the stairs at the west end.

On the road, they still looked at each other, still staring at each other. How many times?

Several times, after dinner, he walked on the path outside the campus, and she and her classmates also came over seemingly casually.

He also sometimes wondered what wonderful things would have happened without the presence of her classmates.

He didn't know.

He didn't know what to think about below, he didn't dare to imagine.

Every time it's an expectation, every time it's fruitless.

Between him and her, there seems to be a river, and what can two people do across the river?