"I've become very bad, right, early love, drinking, not listening to class, copying homework, hypocrisy, self-righteousness - Cinderella has gone bad, the prince cuts her brain, makes Cinderella amnesiac, Cinderella doesn't remember the prince anymore, the prince still loves Cinderella, but the prince and Cinderella can no longer hold hands, Cinderella returns to a house full of thorns......" The little piece of paper records the girl's loneliness.

The first semester of the third year of junior high school is coming to an end, and it will be a difficult third year of junior high school, where mountains and piles of test papers and homework will be spent, and the time students spend together will only be so hundred or so days, which may flow away from their fingertips like flowing water, without the slightest trace.

The boy seemed to have made an important decision, he couldn't tell whether he was cowardly or stubborn, he wanted to break all contact, he said, don't go drinking, he also knew her inner torment, and at the same time he didn't think she was a bad girl.

"If I don't listen to the class because of my interference, it's because I'm too selfish, stop drinking, it's dangerous for two girls to go out to drink, don't go back to the note, listen to the class. Don't go back. The boy wrote it word by word, read it several times, and handed it over as if he had made up his mind. Don't reply" these two words seem to be able to cut the paper open.

When did you start liking this girl? Remember? I only remember that when I saw her feeling uncomfortable, I could only be friends with her, I don't know if it is a good bosom friend, but it is just a friend.

The boy vaguely knew that the two of them were separated, but so what, the boy was old and old again and again, and he was so young that he had an old word. It's just that every time I try to persuade me, the bitterness in my heart is indescribable. This time was no exception, the boy told her to follow her heart, just be happy with herself, don't be so stubborn, don't wronged yourself, be kind to yourself. But she just said that she was a stubborn person and would not look back.

It's been a while since they've been separated... The boy still hides his emotions, as if he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, but her best friend, the boy's brother, always seems to think that they are a couple, from the first acquaintance, to now, although it was not before, and it is not now.

The gossip at the same table saw everything, and there was a feeling that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry, and he was surprised that the boy wanted to break the kite string that had always belonged to him, and cut off all the ambiguity and connection, and sighed for a long time.

She was very obedient and did not reply to the letter, he told jokes and hummed songs as usual, but his eyes had been forcibly taken away, and he told himself that we would not be together.

Maybe it's long overdue.

The boy laughed at himself.

When I got home, I habitually locked the door, closed the curtains, and was alone in the dark, turned on the music player of the mobile phone, and switched the music over and over again......

The night is getting deeper, and no matter how busy I am at this time, I will take time to talk about the inner world on a postcard on a note, although it has nothing to do with emotions, but it is only lightly mentioned and not described in depth.

Habits are formed, but if you have chosen to disconnect, don't continue, stuff the remaining postcards into a drawer, seal off that cramped space with a key, and force yourself to stop thinking about it, not to develop the habit again......

The next day, I still had to repeat my daily work as usual, even if it was perfunctory, I had to rush to the school that I thought was good, but this time I had less expectations, because I knew that there would be no more results, and there would be no more answers.

She sat on the boy's right, but she couldn't see her expression.

The time of the class was so long, so long that the paper and pen in the boy's hand couldn't help but connect, and he wanted to fly the pieces of paper to her desktop like butterflies as before, but he was still restrained, and he couldn't restrain himself, so he went to sleep, and only when his eyes were closed and his consciousness was blurred could he forget.

She was obedient.

The boy smiled and told her not to reply if she didn't reply.

How fake the laughing is, and the boy himself doesn't know.

The day passed in a hurry, and the days we spent together were one less day, but now she was no longer silent, and stuffed a postcard into the boy's bag for him to go back and read. The familiar little fox-like eyes and shallow smile made his heart tremble, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness or other emotions, but the thought that he had clearly decided to break off loosened at this moment.

Almost his biggest step, it seems to be calm, but his feet are constantly running.

opened the card that I was looking forward to, and it was full of her beautiful words.

"I'll tell you stupid Capricorn, you big stupid with a high demonic tendency, if you want me not to talk to you about a small note, I'll write alone, write and write, write as long as I have time, and then, you have to compensate me for my losses and pay you for the rest of your life!" Her words were so domineering, obviously a weak girl, sometimes so neurotic, but at this time, he was a little stunned by the domineering, and the words were full of naughty girl nature, "But, can you believe it? No matter where you are, as long as others bully you, I will find you non-stop. Attach another line of small words: "If you entangle a woman, you will die"

The heart began to throb again, a little excitement and excitement, obviously decided to disconnect, and I didn't have the heart to make any decisions.

The boy can see a lot of things that his peers can't see, but he never understands the girl, maybe because of the hazy emotions in his heart, he doesn't have the courage to say that he understands; It may also be because I can't understand it, so there is that kind of throbbing.

In other words, brothers are friends who are lost, and what is usually lost can not be lost, but it makes people feel at ease, pushing the boy to confess, even if it is tied up, but such a person can be called a brother, the boy finally mustered up the courage and wrote down the emotions that have been hidden in his heart for a long time, indicating that they have missed too much between each other, and the fate is unbelievable.

The time was so hard, the night passed, and the day had to wait, and he had to wait until the end of school, take her home to see, and give her time to think about it.

The boy had to admit that it was really not easy for him to muster up the courage, and he also lamented that he had missed too much, and that the time that should have been two years had been postponed to this day in the momentary teenage heart.

The boy also thought about it, in order not to let her be subjected to public opinion, and in order to let her classmates have more unnecessary contradictions and opinions, even if she agreed, it would be postponed to the summer vacation, even if it was only for two months, it was just for herself, no wonder others.

It's been a long time since I've been so active, as if I've awakened from my slumber and ushered in dawn from darkness.

Stupidly picked up the textbook and carried out the first serious work since junior high school, just to get closer to each other, for the hope that there is almost no one percent possibility, and high school is still in one class.

She accepted, with a brisk tone, still naughty, and the smile that disappeared from her face some time ago also returned, how good......

It's just that she proposed to be together during the summer vacation, and the boy's heart twitched, this is what she wanted to say, but she said it first, and she felt uncomfortable for some reason, but since the decision was the same, what reason was there not to agree?

There are still more than 100 days left before the end of junior high school, and the sudden happiness at this time makes the boy feel a little dreamy and unbelievable.

She writes the fairy tale in her heart with pen and paper, perhaps because she has read someone else's ink, or maybe it comes from her heart:

"The male scumbag and the female student bully are lying on the lawn and looking at the starry sky.

M: I often count the stars here, and there are 153,700 stars from here to xx.

The woman opened her mouth wide: I counted this starry sky in one night, a total of 237,832.

Man:.........

F: I've escorted Tsinghua University, and I'm so lonely over there.

The boy did not speak.

A year later, inside Tsinghua University, the girl was carrying her luggage, and one hand quietly grabbed her suitcase, it was the boy.

M: You counted wrong, I counted 538,072.

Female tears: Okay, let's count one a day from now on. ”

"Let's count the stars, one a day, as in this story." That's what she said......

Okay, let's also count the stars, one a day, like the men and women in the story.........