In the second year, the girl was slowly changing. It's beautiful, it's mature;

In the second year, the girl and I were in each other's company, and time passed quietly from our happiness;

The next year, I fell off the list, and I wanted to be closer to the girl, but I didn't anyone else......

Year 2,......,......

In the third year, I want to be quiet, because I will make a choice, because I am not on the list, because I am not a rich second generation;

In the third year, I think I'm going to leave my beloved girl;

In the third year, I chose to be a soldier, so I signed up and had a physical examination;

In the third year, I hadn't seen the girl for a long time, so I found a time to go back to school, met with the girl after school at noon, had a meal as a farewell, and then turned to leave.

In the third year, we were all grown up. However, the moment I turned around, when I saw the girl's tear-filled eyes, I didn't dare to look back, I was afraid that I would be reluctant. Step by step, I walked in the direction of home, farther and farther away......

In the third year, I didn't go home after leaving the girl, I wanted to see the girl again, just secretly;

In the third year, I waited until almost four o'clock in the Internet café, and when I felt a little hungry, I came out to buy bread;

In the third year, I don't believe in miracles, but I believe in my eyes, in my feelings. Because when I came out of the supermarket, I saw La Girl, who was right in front of me, pushing her bicycle with her clumsy posture. I'm so excited, I really want to rush up and hug the girl; However, I followed her quietly, and when she entered the Internet café to store her bicycle, I secretly picked her up from behind.

In the third year, the girl was frightened by my inexplicable sudden hug, and raised her hand to punch her. My little brain was blindfolded at that time. When the girl turned around, her expression was excited and aggrieved. "Ah, you're scared to death! Woo..., Quanquan, I knew you didn't go, woo...""How do you know, in fact, I'm leaving." It's just that I still want to see my baby again" "Woo..., Quanquan, what are we doing? "Go to the network, go back to where you live, and go home tomorrow." "Hmm"

In the third year, we always do this; Go to the supermarket, then go online, and finally ride your bike outside for a spin and then go home. Over and over again, it's simple;

It's dawn, and we're afraid of every day; Because then we are about to separate. Whether it's a short class or a week's change or a small vacation, we don't want to be separated.

In the third year, we got up lazily and rode home after a short wash. The girl always dropped me off at the station and watched me leave. I'll let the girl go, actually, I'm so reluctant. We would look at each other until the bus was gone, and we would disappear into a blur......

How much time can we have together in the third year? I always ask myself. However, I don't know.

Time is like that, bit by bit. It will not stay for you, nor will it pass away for you.

In the third year, I stood in the square of the train station. It's just that I'm in a military uniform......

The train station is still like this, full of parting. I'm used to this kind of taste, but this time I experienced it myself, and it turned out that there was a sadness in this parting. I didn't feel it before.

The girl didn't come to see me off because she never skipped class or skipped class, and I was disappointed. However, I was also afraid of the girl because she would cry. That's what I don't want to see.

My father, my dearest person, never mentioned it. With his father's instructions, he looked at his father for the last time, only to find that his father was not strict, his father was very kind, and his father was a little old......

In the third year, I went with the train......

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