The square classroom is crammed with tables, chairs, lecterns, blackboards, balloons, streamers, snacks, cakes, and people.

I don't know who hung red ribbons on the two table-sized podiums in front of them, on the left and on the right. There was still a birthday cake in a prominent place on the countertop, but it had now been divided, leaving only a tray for the cake, and only a few butter-stained knives and forks on the base, and a few unused cake mats.

The side of the cake tray was crowded with all kinds of snacks that had been opened, and most of the snacks had been eaten, as well as a large bottle of drunk soda and half a bottle of juice, and five or six empty paper cups were poured between the two large bottles of drinks.

The blackboards in front of and behind the podium were wiped clean, and several balloons of different colors were glued to the board.

Especially on the front blackboard, there are more sticky balloons, and the two boards are written in four big characters in extremely bright red, yellow, pink, and blue -

"Happy Graduation"

Each of these two words occupies a blackboard, which is even more eye-catching. And underneath these four words, scattered and scattered, dozens of people's names are signed here and there.

Some of these names are clustered together, some are scattered, some are written in very large characters, and some are written in very small characters, and there are only ten colors of chalk, but they look like they are written in dozens of different colors of chalk.

And every name on this board is very elegant, public, and dancing, which really shows the extremely cheerful mood of the person who wrote these words.

Just opposite the front blackboard, next to the back blackboard, is placed horizontally, six tables close together, at both ends of this row of tables are adjacent to four columns of vertical tables that are still close to each other, one left and one right are two columns side by side, and each column happens to be six tables, so that it happens to be surrounded by a huge, missing a horizontal "mouth" word, and the chairs corresponding to these tables are also placed next to the left, right, and lower parts of this "mouth".

In this word "mouth", the place is full of people.

The faces of these male and female classmates all have expressions of reluctance and sadness that are not about to be separated.

One by one, they just shouted at each other, and their faces showed extremely excited and jubilant looks, and they were doing something hilarious and self-satisfying in this "mouth" word.

Some of them were carrying a small plate of cakes, and they didn't eat it, so they grabbed the people around them and wiped them in their faces, so some ran with shouts, and some laughed after them.

Others just hold a camera and pull one or two people or three or four people, here or there, in various poses to take pictures.

There are even more people who neither take pictures nor tease others, they just talk in twos and threes.

Each of them had a smile on their faces, some laughing unbridledly, some smiling unnaturally at the camera, and some suddenly all of them looked at each other and smiled as they spoke.

……

But among them, there are naturally no girls, and even the blackboard with the name signed is not a place for girls.

The girl is still the same as she was three years ago, and she has always been, sitting in that cramped and inconspicuous corner, which seems to be coated with a layer of gray, and it is difficult to find the girl. The girl's short hair seemed to be longer, so that she could hold her face more.

It was only the girl who sat alone in the seat, she didn't go to the word "mouth", she just watched indifferently a group of people carnival in front of her, and she was just indifferent and had nothing to do with herself.

The girl looked at the men, left and right, and craned her neck slightly, as if looking for someone.

Finally, the girl stopped turning her head and only stared at one point, which she found.

Right in front of the girl, very close, no more than four or five chairs away.

It was the boy, the boy who had helped him three years ago.

The boy was playing with his phone with his head down, and there was no one around him.

He was still thin, but much taller, and his hair was cut short. Instead of wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, he changed into a black sleeveless shirt and sweatpants of the same color.

The boy was still very clean, but he added a bit of alienation and coldness.

The girl cowered in the corner and quietly stared at the boy through the bangs that blocked her forehead. All of a sudden, his face turned red again, so he had to lower his head, for fear that the boy or someone else would see it.

As soon as I looked down, I saw that a white envelope in my two hands under the table had been crumpled by myself.

That's what the girl decided she had to give to the boy today.

It was a plain white envelope with no signature or anything written on the cover. Because the girl thinks that only a clean and unstained black white can be handed over to the boy, and she is not willing to pollute this clean and white in one move.

What is written in the letter is not something to be ashamed of, just an ordinary and impermanent thank you letter.

But this thank you letter is extremely important to the girl, and it is also the girl who stayed up all night for two or three days in a row. The girl had thought about this letter for a long time, thought about it for a long time, but still wrote and changed it, changed it and threw it away, threw it away and wrote it......

The girl no longer remembered how many pieces of paper she had wasted or how much ink she had used, only that she had finalized it at two o'clock in the morning.

The girl's purpose in writing this letter is very simple and simple, she really wants to thank the boy, and this is what she has always wanted to do.

But the girl was too timid to do it. However, the girl knows that after today's farewell, everyone will have to go their separate ways, and the girl may not be able to meet the boy in the future.

So, no matter what, she had to hand over the letter today.

In fact, the boy does not know, and everyone does not know - the girl has had the terrible thought of "just just die" more than once in the past three years.

In the dead of night, this thought would pop into the girl's mind from time to time.

The girl once picked up a fruit knife, and once sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night, looking at a pool of water in the community, and even now, there was a bottle of sleeping pills that had been opened in the bedside table in the girl's room.

But whenever the girl wants to use the fruit knife to her wrist, when she wants to jump into the pool desperately, when she wants to pour all the sleeping pills in one go.

Girls can see the picture of the boy holding herself up three years ago from the reflection of the knife under the lamp, the reflection of the pond under the moon, and the fantasy of counting sleeping pills.

As soon as she thought of this picture, the girl gradually woke up and had the courage to face the new day again, so she put down the knife, left the pond, and put back the sleeping pills.

If it weren't for the boy, the girl would have died a long time ago.

But the girl didn't mention any of these in the letter, she just wrote some decent words of thanks, and she still didn't dare to write anything.

The girl did not dare to tell the boy that he gave herself the strength to live, and that it was he who gave herself eternal, unconsumed pleasure and warmth. She didn't dare to ask for anything, as long as she could express her gratitude to the boy, it was enough, that is, she was very satisfied.

That's what the girl just thought.