He was behind in his words, and kept looking at me like that, and I stood for a long time.

All I remember is that I looked out of the classroom door through his back, and it was still dark like a hole, and the classroom was quiet except for the cold winter breeze squeezing in through the crack in the door.

As the wind buzzed into my mind, I thought: Liu Zijun, you are not qualified to be loved by anyone.

The memory was suddenly awakened, and when I was thirteen years old, I quickly closed my eyes, afraid that the depressing nightmare would be awakened.

I didn't give him an answer at the time, because I heard the footsteps of my classmates coming from the distance in the corridor during the morning study time.

But, it was a painful time.

I carefully found the letter with his name written on it, but it was never opened.

I vaguely remember my state of mind during that time, from fear to surprise, to shyness, to worry, and finally to entanglement.

I struggled with my groggy fate, and after 1 week of pain, I stuffed him with a long letter, which was the first reply in my life that was actually handed out.

I remember that in the letter I said, "If we compare life to the number line we are learning, if we choose to say what we like at this point in time, we are sailing into the abyss of minus infinity."

It's not easy for people to live, if you want to live, live like a normal person, I can't make a mistake, I hope everyone can end perfectly, I look forward to the college entrance examination we can all be on the gold list, and when everyone is satisfied, I will definitely give you an answer. ”

Later, he never asked me again, and he didn't have the same campus entanglements as other boys and girls at that age, he came earlier and left later.

However, I know that he has stayed in the classroom for longer and longer.

He would keep putting books in my drawer, and I would sneak them back into his drawer when I finished reading.

Because I had my own dreams in my heart at that time, except for bowing my head to make papers and reading books, I rarely chatted with others, and rarely talked with others, so I rarely appreciated or maintained a long-term friendship.

But that hand, my heart is full of gratitude to him.

When I finish reading a book, I always give it back to him with a note in the book explaining what I think is wrong or what I find amazing. Finally, I would like to thank him.

But then he left, just like the boy who wrote me love letters when I was thirteen. The only difference is that he didn't say goodbye.

That day, he held a thick package and specially delivered it to my seat, saying that he was going to another provincial capital to take the college entrance examination.

It was a hardcover book, and he said he would leave it for me as a souvenir, saying he hoped I would remember him. So I didn't refuse, and I received the heaviest blue hardcover book set in my life, "Three Words and Two Beats".

This set of books, which I browsed in a hurry, is a market novel, and it seems that most of them are folk stories of love and hatred.

But in order to look more realistic, there will also be guest appearances in some of the famous emperors or princely ministers in history. For example, Emperor Wu of Liang, who cultivated to become a Buddha, and Qian Po, who made a fortune, stayed high.

The ending is either sadistic and painful, or everyone is happy, and the common people in the world are warned or inspired by a series of time and mundane events.

I especially remember the chapter I opened after opening the envelope, the chapter is called "Mingwu Monk Catches the Five Commandments" after reading, I felt a lot of emotion, I didn't expect that the Dongpo University scholar in my mind was also a red lotus girl in his previous life. A false monk who wants to seduce.

But he has been accompanied by friends of the Buddha seal in both lives, which is very rare.

Skillfully combining the promotion of Su University Scholar with his private life, Feng Menglong is really a great dramatist who will take advantage of hot spots.

There were also a lot of Buddhas that I didn't have time to think about at that time, because in the process of reading them, I would blush a little.

Because youth just throbs when mood and desire. Reading is the most easily impregnated and biased, in the words of my grandmother's old people in the village when I was a child: this book is a bit "unethical".

But just like that, at that time, I felt that it was very precious, and I could collect it until one day in the future, when I put down everything and got real leisure, and then take it out and slowly savor the flavors of the world. Such a valuable book, but I silently sealed the set.

The book, along with his letters, and one that I was reluctant to throw away when I was 13 years old, were with me, hidden in a single-door closet under my bed.

I guess when he gave me the book, he probably didn't know that most of the secular tunes recorded in such a delicate set were love-related secular tunes, but the third year of high school and love do not match.

That year, I failed the college entrance examination, and I don't know if he was on the gold list in the distance, and whether he went to a university that he was satisfied with?

I'm afraid that I will miss the study, and I can't control how my body feels.

I got up and washed up, and went to the library on the West Campus.

When I arrived, the queue for library cards was already full of students. Under the scorching sun, the girls are dressed as fresh as flowers, and the boys are also shorts and T-shirts, and they are steaming.

The team was originally required to be straight, but the faces had their own preferred orientations, and the team was finally formed in the shape of the eighteen-bend mountain road in Grandma's Village.

Everyone watched each other, and they didn't know if they were sunburned, and they all had red faces and red ears.

There are even boys who deliberately pull the tone out of their voices, and the grandiose words sound too obvious.

The sun scorched the youth so much that it couldn't hold it, and the heat was steaming upward.

At that moment, I was in a trance, and I always had a trace of illusion: it seemed that everyone was not lined up with a library card, but a marriage certificate that could relieve the surging hormones.

I, who had always been sensitive, stood there with a pale face and waited. I've always been sensitive, and I can really feel the eyes staring at me.

I frowned, clubbed my head lower, lowered my shoulders, and lowered my chest.

I don't know why, suddenly a couple of boys cut behind me. I frowned, my ears buzzed, and I heard them coax behind my back: "Beauty, which one of you are in the department, get to know me!" ”

I was so depressed that I pretended not to hear and tried not to respond.

No matter how the tone of the people behind me changed, I endured it and didn't respond, and my ears seemed to be filled with the sound of flies buzzing in the summer.

When it was my turn to do so, suddenly a harsh ridicule came out of the mouth of the coaxing boy:

"What are you pretending, girls now, it's amazing to think you're beautiful... No matter how beautiful you are, you can't bear the rustic style of your clothes! It's boring! ”

At that time, I was a little uncomfortable with my body, and suddenly I was a little annoyed and angry. I turned my head to look at the boy, and I spoke surprisingly fast, and I argued with a red face:

"Classmate, thank you for thinking I'm amazing. There is a saying: The wording is very clear, and the wind is as angry as the autumn waves, I didn't want to quarrel with you as a boy, shouldn't everyone be classmates when they come to the same school? You're a big boy, shouldn't you be open-minded and open-minded?! Your last tone, do you know it, sound like a jealous little woman! ”

It happened to be my turn in front of me, and I turned my head angrily, picked up the library card handed by the staff, and entered the farthest and most uppermost literature hall as if I had run away.

Stepping into the museum, I felt that my mood was instantly soothed by the shelves, what happened today, my mind is really not open-minded enough? Almost 20 years into my life, and all the books I've read have been in vain.

When I saw the bookshelf in front of me, I suddenly felt that there were so many books in the world.

I didn't think much about it, and in the bookshelf of the Social Science Museum of Los Angeles University, I sniffed around like a mouse who had never seen the world.

The paper stinks, but the brain is a strange machine, and it happily transforms it into bursts of bookish scent.

It was the first time in my life that I had seen a vast collection of books.

At that moment, standing in front of the rows of bookshelves in the library of Luo University, I found that I had only read a few of Liao Liao's famous books.

The books in the world are like the desert, and I have only read the words of famous artists.

Of course, I always remember that I am the No. 1 class in the School of Computer Science, and I will not forget what the purpose of my coming to the university is.

At that time, computers were so new to me.

I picked out two literary books and prepared to go to the Industrial Technology Museum to select computer-related books.

As soon as I stepped into the door of the Industrial Technology Museum, I ran into him - Fu Huazheng.

He was standing in front of the nearest row of bookshelves at the entrance of the library, and he happened to look up and see me when I entered.

The library was not allowed to make loud noises, and he smiled at me and nodded, his handsome face and mouth open and closed as if to say:

"It's a coincidence, you're here too."

"Oh, what a coincidence." I looked at him and replied silently.