When we first met, we were ignorant and ignorant of what would happen later.

In a room, there are many people but not many, 10 square meters of room we don't speak, we don't know, we don't understand.

The story has to start with that intentional or unintentional question, in eye contact, I paid half my life.

For the future, the first sight of you comes from the thing you hand over the cigarette, a word, an eye, a slight rise in the corners of the mouth.

This heartbeat may have been planned for a long time before those 30 minutes, in that short hour.

Say goodbye for a while, but I didn't expect that a few minutes later, in the middle of the meeting, I looked up at you, and when my eyes met, it seemed to .......

It's like the world time is stuck in a moment, I thought you were a god, I wanted to think that, but I didn't dare to think about it, and I wouldn't think about it.

For me, you are a god, and I dare not break the clarity of your eyes.

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The second heartbeat is when you open the door, you show your gentlemanly demeanor to the fullest, in a car I look out the window, the moment you call me, the most beautiful thing in the world I make up for all the best things in my mind, that is you glowing.

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The third time I was moved, I may have identified you.......

You lowered your head slightly and whispered in my ear, I actually wanted time to stop forever in that moment, and your tone gave me the illusion of being in love.

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I really don't want to mention what happened after that.

Seven months, if at the first meeting I wouldn't have thought it would be so long.

You're also going to graduate, and if you thought you wouldn't meet, then I wish you a good morning, a good afternoon, and a good night.

The first time we got acquainted was the night I got home drunk, and I opened the chat software and found your avatar very skillfully.

Because, you're the one who cares.......

I consciously or unintentionally mentioned it to you, saying that you still owe me a cup of milk tea.

I thought you would be very cold and not necessarily reply to my message, but you replied to my message, and it was the topic you started on, maybe later, when our story ended, you might think that I was looking for you, but you don't know, you provoked me first.......

During those seven days, we talked about everything, and I knew you more thoroughly than I knew myself, but it seemed that you didn't know much about me.

Because I've been listening to you, I can't bear to interrupt you, and you care about me every time.

It's like they can't live without me every time.

You acted like you, and I almost believed it. Maybe what you did later made me think it wasn't worth it at all, but it was ridiculous.

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But I'm still thinking that I've been waiting for you for a few years, and I'll be waiting for three or five years.

Christmas Eve was probably the happiest day of my life, not because I had a lot of money.

Rich?!

These vulgar things don't represent my happiness, maybe it's because of you, there, the ray of light that comes in the dark corners.......

You brightened my life, and then I thought about that day, and I spent my whole life regretting it, why didn't I take more photos with you??!

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Because after a long time, I can't remember exactly what happened that day, and we were dressed as a couple.

You may have just taken off your previous face, so you didn't intend to be responsible for me, and you didn't intend to tell anyone that we were together.

Also, who doesn't want the lamb delivered to the door?!

I know what you mean, I know it from beginning to end, until you come with two swords, one before and one after you.

I didn't hesitate at all.

Later, we went to a familiar street and went to a western restaurant that we were both familiar with.

And with you a pair of friends, who sit on one side, and we both sit on the side, and you and I share the contents of your phone.

All of a sudden, when the two of them inadvertently mentioned that you two were so close, I really had the illusion of being in love at that moment, as if you really belonged to me.

Now that I think about it, I think it's funny.

By the way, you later recorded a video on your phone and sent it to your so-called brotherhood, and I was almost excited to think .......

I thought you were going to tell them about my existence, but it turned out that I was thinking too much.

You know, on that day there was more than one person who thought we were a couple.

Later, when others mentioned this incident, I was speechless, shrugged my shoulders, and was silent, I didn't want to mention this kind of black history.

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The story continues,

Later, it wasn't until I got into another car that I got a call from you.

Did you know? At that time, his friend, the two of them, were a couple, but the girl's boyfriend didn't call her, but he called me.

More than one phone call was made.

Maybe he wanted to share with me what he saw, maybe .......

I was very tired and tired when I got home that day, I guess I went to bed when I got home, and woke up very early the next day.

I received messages from him that he had been sending almost overnight and he didn't stop sending them until four o'clock in the morning, and he really gave me the feeling that he liked me very much.

As a result, I shouldn't have snooped on his mobile phone, and if I hadn't checked his mobile phone, I wouldn't have known what a bolt from the blue was.......

At this end of the story, the memories are over, and the next hand-tossed scumbag is too bloody, and his stupidity is too unbearable to look back on.

He said something like this to me, but I never believed it.

He said he wouldn't let me cry for him again, and he didn't know about the hundreds of times he was going to go.

Everyone and everyone you meet, you will definitely have your own book of life, and he will definitely teach you something.

I used to think that the most beautiful thing in life is to meet, but later I realized that it is rare to meet someone, no matter what, he will not give up on you.

There are some details about him that make you feel that he doesn't love you, but there are also details that make you feel that you have the hope to be with him, so you wander back and forth.

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I dreamed.

When I woke up, I was so sad.

The first half of my life has passed, neither good nor bad.

One of the biggest regrets is that I couldn't marry you. In my unbridled youth, the grandest show is to meet you.

But in fact, we didn't even fall in love once, and those feelings all stopped in the mottled youth, frozen in that specific time period, and I thought I had forgotten that every day was so trivial that it always hammered my occasionally bare atrium over and over again when I was exhausted.

Refining the fragile and cowardly true self, forcing me to face up to the sleeping past, like potassium nitrate, charcoal, and sulfur, after a certain oxidation, blooming into the ultimate fragrance, leaving a ground of ashes in the moment I was awakened by the first second of morning light.

But the brilliant afterglow scorched my soul and made her burn.

I can't breathe when I'm sad, and I need many, many comforts to calm those rushing restlessness, and I confess that my heart is full of remorse, for my own cowardice, for my own face worth ten thousand dollars, I missed you.

But I always dream of you.

Whew~ I dreamed of you again.

In your life, is there a name that brings tears to your eyes every time you officially tear the seal?

I dreamed that in the classroom corridor leading to the cafeteria, turning the corner, I stood on the steps and met you countless times with your brother back to class.

Countless times to look at you.

I will always remember the light in your eyes.

It shines with the brilliance of Bling, and it always shines on my ugly duckling's life, making her shine day by day.

However, I am an inferiority complex and ignorant little girl, I have no EQ or IQ, and I don't even have the courage to fight a moth to a fire.

With a slight sense of guilt, I secretly liked you for four years, from the beginning of meeting you to the end of losing you.

In the third year of junior high school, the class was transferred to repeaters, and the whole class turned from excitement and curiosity to disregard for these 24 silent people, except for me, I saw you at a glance, but at that time I didn't know that the first time I saw you, you would be so important to me.

Then it evolved into a classic crush story, and I even worked overtime to learn table tennis in order to play with you, and when it rained, I pulled my friends to practice in the open air, just to play nothing with you at the next week's sports day.

So far, I haven't practiced for 12 years, and I'm actually playing well, which shows what kind of effort I used back then, and I quickly became a skill in just two weeks.

Just one year later, I went straight to the high school with you.

We're not in the same class anymore.

You are in the third class at the left staircase on the third floor, and I am in the fifth class in the middle of the fourth floor, every time between classes, I stand by the railing upstairs, staring at the top of your hair downstairs, sometimes you will suddenly look up, occasionally catch my attention caught off guard, often look at you for a second or two before I react, and hurriedly leave.

In the end, you simply stopped lying on the railing, you leaned on the corner of the railing, facing the upstairs at forty-five degrees, and you could see my railing when you looked up.

At that time, I didn't think it was a big deal, and slowly I stopped going.

I knew we were going home in one direction, and for a while I was crazy about where your house was.

I actually started following you. When I saw you walking to the carport upstairs, I immediately followed, but I always retreated at the intersection where the army of school was slowly sparse and diverted from you, and my tailgating has not been successful so far, and I lost you.

That day, I was in a hurry to keep up with you out of the school gate, the busier and more chaotic, and when I went out with my bicycle in my hands, I hit you head-on and came back with a cart.

All eyes turned red at us, and after an embarrassed smile, I quickly passed by you, pretended to be nothing, and rode away.

I saw you pushing the cart back to school. Five minutes later, I pushed the cart back to school, hurriedly went upstairs and secretly looked downstairs, your familiar hair top appeared at the door of the third class, you were as hard as a rock, and I was like an ant on a hot pot in the empty campus, I don't know why you came back, and I don't know why you didn't leave. So I took out my Walkman upstairs and turned it on at maximum volume, and you listened to it for a while, and suddenly you looked up and saw me.

You gave me a big smile and said slowly, it's Canon.

I knew it would be ugly to look at the big face upstairs downstairs, and lo and behold, the idea at that time was that the bones were strange.

And I don't know there's a romance called you one earphone, I one earphone.

Education at that time would never allow an adolescent boy and woman to have a pair of headphones at a distance. I nodded appreasedly and ran again.

I began to weave my feelings into stories. I've written a lot of little stories that seemed and still seem to be just as sore then.

Deeply loved by the friends around me. In that era when Qiong Yao was flying in the sunny sky, my story was also spread all over the world in the hands of the little girls in each class, and I didn't know any of this.

I have a very good relationship with a girl in your class, but now I can't even remember her name, do I have ulterior motives when I know her? Is this why fate has punished me?

Twelve years have passed.

I met you in the morning one year. Recognize you at first sight.

You are very intimate with the girl next to you, and you look like a young couple. You didn't pay attention to me, and we passed by without any suspense.

I inquired in every way to find out that you married your girlfriend after graduating from college, and my friend suddenly said sourly, you also know his wife, it's the xxx who had a good relationship with you in high school.

You said that you didn't see her language, it is said that on the day of graduation, she suddenly took out a diary, and the diary was full of his secret love.

Mom, my buddy said that once he drank too much, said that his wife's diary was written like a poem, said that his wife wrote that the first time I saw him, he played ball and ran to our downstairs to flush the water, and the action of shaking his head was dragged by time into a painting Emma is too sour, I can't remember.

Just because of this diary, they graduated well, and they got married after graduating from the same university.

Tsk, who doesn't know that you liked him back then, it seems that Liu Haiwen also had a little meaning to you, why did they get along, do you still have a connection with them?

I couldn't hear anything.

That's my diary!!

That's my diary!!

That's my diary!!

No wonder she chased me every time I finished writing a story.

The boy I liked with all my heart, and he married the impostor who replaced me.

I remember a pledge meeting before graduation, in the darkness of the 10,000-person auditorium after the lights went out, I was separated from his seat in a corridor, and my heart beat like a drum during the whole mobilization meeting, and I didn't dare to look at you at a glance.

Towards the end of the day, you suddenly reached out and shoved me something, and by the time I came back to my senses, I had already been squeezed back into the class by the crowd.

It is a string of pink crystal bracelets.

Why didn't I believe you liked me at that time?

Because of your stereotypical personality?

Because of your shy attitude?

What the hell is it?!!

But at that time, there was no mobile phone and no Baidu, so I silently accepted the bracelet and threw myself into the surging college entrance examination.

After graduation, I lost news of you because of family reasons. Until I meet you again on the street, you are already someone else's legal husband.

Then I searched for the meaning of pink crystal, and the search engine told me that her name was love.

At that time, as an older single leftover girl, I really cried like a dog.

The next year, I also got married, after all, my parents are old, and I don't know what the point is to continue to put it off.

Perhaps, I don't love you as much as I imagined.

But this thing has become an old problem, and every time I am given a blow when I am exhausted, my heart is broken.

In fact, until now, there is only one obsession left, I really want to go back to that year and ask that teenager in person, hey, do you like me?

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Chasing your own stars, not everyone's moon - excerpt from Weibo.