Text/Xue'er [Uncle Guo Xue]

A photo album at home, with a thick layer of dust, slipped when he moved, so he opened this long-dusty photo album. The first page of the album is a chubby little girl who reminds him of his old life.

"Hello everyone, I'm Xue'er, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I hope to spend the next three years happily with you"

"Hello everyone, I'm Song Ze, it's a pleasure to meet you, please give me a lot of advice."

That year, they met, and that year, he was 16 years old and she was 15 years old. "Okay, now that you've introduced yourself, let's assign seats. Cher and Song Ze are at the same table". This is how the three years of junior high school life began.

A month after the start of school, they became familiar with each other, and it was common for them to fight and laugh after class. Nor did they feel anything wrong. In this way, the first year of junior high school passed. During the Spring Festival of the following year, it snowed heavily, and he suddenly wanted to watch the snow scene with her and share his thoughts. He was frightened by the thought in his mind, "She and I are just ordinary friends," he comforted himself. For a vacation, he was thinking about her and wanted to see her. He didn't know what was wrong with him.

School has started, and the life of the second year of junior high school has begun hecticly. On the day of the report, he was nervous, his heart was beating fast, and he didn't know what to wear. So, he chose a dress he liked and went to school. When he arrived at school, he saw her wearing a pink coat, and his heart rippled. "She... It's so pretty," he thought to himself. After the start of school, he became more and more naughty, and in order to get her attention, he often threw her pencil case on the heating rack at a high place, laughed at her urgent expression, and then helped her take it down, and looked at her happy expression. In this way, day after day, year after year, the life of the second year of junior high school passed like this. But during the holidays, he missed her more and more. So he started calling her frequently, inviting her out to play and inviting her to eat. All in all, he had a great time with her by his side. The busyness of the third year of junior high school was something he didn't expect, every day except for the exam is the exam, he didn't have time to play with her, and he made her laugh, which made his heart seem to be missing something, empty.

Three years passed quickly, and on the last day of everyone's meeting, everyone cried, and many people confessed, except for him. Because he didn't want to tell him, he was afraid to tell her that not only did the lover have nothing to do, but he might not even be able to be a friend. So, he was silent. After graduating, they went their separate ways, entered their respective high schools, and met other friends, but he never forgot her.

In the flick of a finger, ten years have passed, he is 29 years old, and she is 28 years old. He is already the owner of a well-known company and has an empathetic wife who is the envy of others. But only he knew that this woman just looked like her.

"Husband, here's a letter from you," his wife's voice pulled him back to reality, and when he opened the envelope, he saw that it was her wedding invitation, and the groom was someone he didn't know.

He ended up going anyway because he wanted to see her so badly. Before the wedding, he found her and congratulated her.

"Do you know why I don't hit you, I don't scold you when you throw my pencil case, when you see me embarrassed, but I react strongly?"

"Why"

"Because I like to see you laugh, to see you laugh carefree, to laugh heartlessly, and because, I love you, so I want to make you happy, always happy."

He was stunned, he didn't know that the she, who he had always loved, had always loved him. What if he confessed then, if he told her then, would it still be like this now?

If...... But that's only if.

The solemn wedding march sounded, and she slowly walked into the hall accompanied by her father, how radiant and beautiful she was at that time. It's just a pity that she is not mine, and she will never be. Looking at his wife beside him, and at her with a happy face beside him, he thought to himself, "This may be the best ending, perhaps, not to mention that it is good for everyone." ”

Let this feeling be buried in my heart forever and never say it.

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