"Hey, do you know, Uncle Luo at the gate guard is gone "What, gone? How did you get there?" you, Uncle Luo just didn't do it" ah, "Why did you leave suddenly, this is my male god". As soon as I got out of class, I heard my classmates talking about Luo Artist. If it's an ordinary doorman, who cares if he goes or leaves? It's just because he is Uncle Luo, a god-like existence in the school.

"Hey, Brother Hua, what's going on, do you know" I asked Zhang Xiaohua.

Zhang Xiaohua didn't pay attention to me, but copied the homework. "Hey, I'm asking you," I said, snatching his pen.

"You grab it, I still have a pen" said Zhang Xiaohua took out a gel pen refill from his schoolbag and smiled at me.

"You're okay, do you know about Uncle Luo, he's really gone?" In fact, I still have a lot of feelings for Uncle Luo, not only because I was late, he was the only one who opened the door for me, but more importantly, I think he is a person with a lot of personality, a person with a story, think about it, a person born to study music will be a doorman for many years, what is this? But I have never heard Uncle Luo tell his story, I only remember that he once said that he also graduated from this school, and often joked that he was my senior, and now, I learned that he was gone, and I felt very uncomfortable, I am a very nostalgic person, I don't like change very much, if the things around me change a little, I may feel uncomfortable.

"Don't ask me, I don't know," Zhang Xiaohua continued to write.

"If you want to know, you can ask me." I looked back, a burly man stood in front of me, that grim face revealed a little uncut, the person who came was called Qi Junkai, the deputy squad leader of our 17th class, the only official among the boys in the 17th class, although he was named the deputy squad leader, in fact, he was all the squad leader, because of what, because he did a particularly awesome thing, that is, he became the squad leader and became the squad leader's boyfriend. As for how they got on, we don't know.

"Yo, morning, squad leader," I asked with a smile.

"Go and go, don't scream, please call me the deputy squad leader, the squad leader is Comrade Ding Xiaoyu, do you know" After speaking, he said to Zhang Xiaohua again: Brother Hua, let me sit down, and I will tell you the legendary story of Uncle Luo, a celebrity in our school, at the same table.

Zhang Xiaohua first glanced up at Qi Junkai, put down the pen and said, "Squad leader, I still have to do my homework, see if you can "......" get out of the way, give you a shame, right, let you get up and open it for me" Without waiting for Zhang Xiaohua to finish speaking, Qi Junkai dragged Zhang Xiaohua out of his seat.

This is Qi Junkai's style of doing things, but no one has anything to do with him.

Qi Junkai sat on Zhang Xiaohua's seat, cleared his throat and said, "Actually, Uncle Luo has been here long enough, he is just waiting for someone."

In the next twenty minutes, Qi Junkai told me a tragic love story.

Uncle Luo was indeed a student of H City No. 2 Middle School that year, and his academic performance was quite good, but in the second year of high school, Uncle Luo's father died of a serious illness, which had a great impact on Uncle Luo.

At this time, a girl appeared in Uncle Luo's world, she and Uncle Luo were classmates, named Qiuhong, before Uncle Luo's family did not change, they did not communicate much, since Uncle Luo lost his father, Qiuhong couldn't bear to be so depressed every day, so he took the initiative to chat with Uncle Luo every day, told jokes to make him happy, and made some gadgets to give to Uncle Luo, in Uncle Luo's difficult days, it was Qiuhong who accompanied him, and over time, he naturally had feelings, They are also each other's first love, Uncle Luo was born with a good voice, often after class, next to the flowers, sitting cross-legged and singing to Qiuhong, Qiuhong stood aside and listened quietly. It's just that in those days, if parents and teachers knew about early love, the consequences were very serious, not to mention hugging and kissing, and the most shocking behavior at that time was to openly hold hands.

Finally, one afternoon, Uncle Luo handed Qiu Hong a letter, and then ran away. The content of the letter doesn't need to guess what it is, they don't even formally say to each other I love you, like you, it's a very simple love for each other, has been accompanied, when filling in the college entrance examination volunteers, they are all filling in the same school, but unfortunately Qiuhong was not admitted, Uncle Luo must complete the dream of studying, at the station, Qiuhong and Uncle Luo finally hugged, the two of them cried not like that, the horn of parting finally sounded, Qiuhong said to Uncle Luo: We may be passers-by, If you remember me, ten years later, we met at our alma mater. I can't understand how happy the lovers were at that time, and I can't understand how reluctant and helpless the lovers were before the train parted.

Who knows this farewell, there is no more news, Uncle Luo has been relying on music to soothe that heart, and later Uncle Luo was admitted to the Conservatory of Music and began to study music systematically, during this period, Uncle Luo has also been looking for Qiuhong's whereabouts, but there has been no news again and again.

Relatives and friends will always ask Uncle Luo, how old is he and why he is not married, Uncle Luo is laughing and silent every time, who can know how helpless this smile is?

Maybe it's been lonely for a long time, and then Uncle Luo adopted a child in the orphanage, that is, the guy who wore a black suit last time.

Finally 10 years later, when Uncle Luo stepped into the campus again, the former young man, now due to the busyness and sorrow of life, has long become a decadent uncle, and there is no trace of Qiuhong, Uncle Luo does not believe that Qiuhong is lying to him, she will definitely appear, will.

"What, you're going to be a janitor, why"? Anyone can have experience, and the school leaders finally agreed to Uncle Luo to be a doorman, until now, another seven years have passed, and Uncle Luo has been in the small pavilion of less than five square meters in the No. 2 Middle School of H City.

Someone once asked him, even if you have to wait for someone, you can go to be a music teacher, you can wait in school, but Uncle Luo said a moving word: If I do other work in the school, Qiuhong may not be able to find me when she comes to school, and I can't see her, but I am at the school gate, and I can see her for the first time. What a simple sentence, but with what a strong feeling!

Until a few days ago, a girl appeared outside the gate, looking very similar to Qiu Hong of the year, Uncle Luo saw the girl for a moment, tears were not stiff and swirling, 17 years, the boy back then, has now become an old man, his face is full of traces left by the years, and that girl is still as beautiful as ever, beautiful, no change at all. "Are you Uncle Luo, said and took out the photo and looked at it."

It turned out that this girl was not Qiu Hong, but Qiu Hong's daughter. It turned out that after graduating, Qiu Hong got married under the persecution of her family, how powerless can a woman resist? After less than five years of marriage, her husband died on the job. He left only his elderly parents and his young wife and children.

Soon, however, another car accident was arranged by God, leaving the woman seriously injured, amputated at a high level, and lost her memory.

A month ago, Qiu Hong regained her memory, remembered all the things, and remembered the ten-year agreement, a week ago, Qiu Hong left the world full of sunshine, the night before leaving, Qiu Hong called her daughter, telling this period of the past, now, Uncle Luo, who knows the truth, cried like a child, yes, it's been so many years, I learned about you again, but again, never to see again.

The story is not over yet, the class bell rings, and there is nothing unusual about the storyteller and the listener, but there are tears rolling in their eyes.

I don't know how Uncle Luo has come over for so many years, I don't know how she comforted herself in so many dark nights, that girl is still there, but now, Uncle Luo can only see the coffin and the old photos of the past, sitting on the chair, washing his face with tears, the first meeting between the young boy and the girl, the first sweet relationship with the girl, the first time holding hands with the girl, and ...... Oh, this girl, no more. I don't know how Qiuhong lived, a weak girl, two people who love each other can't be together for various reasons, many years later, I think of that agreement again, but the days are running out, when the last night before her life, what is Qiuhong thinking. I do not know.

Tragedy, the word sadness is really great, "Romeo and Juliet", "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" are all from it, great love stories, why are you all fucking tragedies, why are people who really love each other difficult to get together again in the end, so what is me and Gege now? Do I still want to pursue that ideal of great love?

I'm afraid my story will be a tragic story as well.