Chapter 133: Human Memories Are Strange 133
Twist and kneel and tangle still have to say, otherwise it will be really in vain.
In fact, it's because his sister won't let her come in vain.
The first time I met Xia Luoshu was three years ago, when he was a sophomore in high school and happened to go to Xia Luoshu's school to find a friend.
Their school has a small garden, flowers and plants, and irregular paths, and it was there that Gu Yibei bumped into her.
She seemed to be in a hurry, but that time it was because he suddenly stood up around the corner, bumped into her, and spilled something on her hand by the way.
So he squatted down again and helped her pick up the things he had bumped into, and he really thought that the girl was a little fat, and it would be inconvenient to hold so many things.
The girl took the thing, bowed her head and said thank you, and hurried away, her face flashing before his eyes, and for the first time he believed that the plot at the beginning of a novel he had happened to read was really possible.
The chubby girl was also quite cute, and that girl was one of the few chubby girls he had ever seen.
This was the end of the story, but blame him for being blinded for a while.
He didn't see the pen when it was still in front of him, and when they ran away, he saw the pen that had been left at his feet.
It's not so difficult to find someone in someone else's school who knows nothing about one side of the story, and just for an ordinary pen.
This kind of thing, generally lost and found, no one will send it, at most come back to find it.
But he couldn't wait too long, and judging by the girl's appearance, she shouldn't be back for a long time.
After all, it's class time.
It's not realistic to find someone, but it's also inappropriate to throw a pen there on the spot, it's just too silly.
Finally, he put away the pen and went to the school cafeteria.
Yes, they will all eat.
However, at that time, he completely forgot that there was a group of people, called day students.
So the first person from the cafeteria came in, and when the cafeteria cleaning aunt asked him to go to class, he didn't wait, and even the friend who came to find it was half a pigeon by him, and sat with him at the door of the cafeteria for more than an hour, and finally took advantage of other people's lunch break, and they slipped away to the school's grove.
Later, his friend was found out by the head teacher that he was not in the dormitory that day, and he was well criticized.
The people he implicated, although his friends are often criticized by teachers for this reason.
Later, his friend went abroad, and he only contacted him on the phone.
He didn't meet the girl again until he left that day.
After that, the pen was put away by himself, and put it with some of the things he had collected.
Then he told others that anything can be moved, but the pen can't be moved, because it is not his.
Then, people will be mistaken for thinking that the pen has a special meaning, and the owner of the pen is also a special existence for him.
Later, he lost a lot of things when he sorted things out, but the pen has always stubbornly occupied its place and has never been lost, which made him a little depressed.
The world is so big, things are not going back; Even if you encounter it again, it is a very silly act to give a gel pen back to someone else.
Imagine that one day you meet a stranger, and that person says something to you.
"Classmate, this is the pen you lost three years ago."
What would be in your mind.
I can't imagine that picture.
But if he threw it away, he was also embarrassed. Over time, he stopped caring about the pen.
I didn't expect to meet her later.
Human memories are strange.
Some people, you see him every day, he changes clothes, and you may still admit mistakes sometimes.
There are people you have only seen once, the world is a matter of people, and if you look at her again in the crowd, you can be sure that it is that person.