"He's sunny, plays basketball very well and is the captain of the basketball team. At that time, in order to add points to my strengths, I would go to the music classroom to practice guzheng every day for an hour of extracurricular activities, and there was a basketball court in front of the window of the music classroom, and I could see him every day. ”

"And then?" We couldn't help but ask.

"Later, I played the guzheng to show my love, and I played a very famous tune."

"Phoenix Seeking Phoenix?" I couldn't help but guess.

"Yes, that's it. My teacher once said that if you chase people, you have to play "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix". ”

"Wow, Yan Ting, you are so brave" Jiang Wei exclaimed: "If you want me, I definitely don't dare." ”

Yan Ting laughed, and her voice was as good as ever: "He and his friends are very strange, why do I only play this one song every day." One day, he finally couldn't take it anymore and ran to the window to ask me. ”

"I looked into his eyes seriously and told him that this song is called "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", and in ancient times, Sima Xiangru courted Zhuo Wenjun, and it was this song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" that he played."

He looked at me incomprehensibly, and his ears slowly turned red. I happily continued to tell him that I like you, so I'll play this tune to you, and I'll wait for you to ask me, for you to notice me, and for you to like me. ”

I immediately remembered the image of that time. The afternoon sun fell on the boy's young sunny face through the dappled leaves, and the whole person was golden and warm.

He raised his face slightly, looking at the elegant girls in the room, wearing the simplest school uniform and wearing a high ponytail, which was the best appearance of youth.

The girl told her careful thoughts with a smile on her face, and the smile was gentle and soft.

When the boy heard the girl's confession, the basketball in his hand was held tighter, and the breath that had just calmed down after the fierce basketball confrontation gradually eased, and the blush on his face did not decrease but became thicker, and even quietly climbed up to the pinna.

In this way, it was frozen in the best age.

Everyone seemed to have fallen into Yan Ting's memories and didn't say anything for a long time.

When we came back to our senses, we didn't have a tacit understanding to ask about the future.

It doesn't matter what happened later. At least having such an experience is good enough.

As Nine Knives said: "There is no result, and love full of futility is still beautiful." ”

After a while, Jiang Wei said coldly: "My first love is very short, but there are also places that make me warm." ”

"When I was a freshman in high school, I had a great time with a boy. Gradually, many people said that he liked me and wanted to chase me.

At that time, I didn't know how to fall in love, and I didn't know if I liked him or not, but one thing I knew for sure was that I was comfortable with him. ”

"When it snowed at the beginning of the day, he tricked the boys in my class and the girls who had a good time with me into going to the rooftop.

When I went up, I saw him waiting for me on the empty rooftop, covered in snowflakes, and I was instantly moved. ”

"I walked up to him, he didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, he only said one word, and I decided to be with him."

We didn't talk, waiting for Jiang Wei to continue. After a few seconds, Jiang Wei said that sentence word by word, which instantly warmed our hearts.

"He said, my mother's surname is Jiang, and I hope my future children can say the same."

"He's very introverted, and he doesn't take the initiative to look for me when they're together, almost no different from not being together, and even more distant than not being together.

But in any case, he thought about marrying me and making me the mother of his children, and I will always remember this sincerity that was ridiculous then and even now, and the seriousness of his eyes, and carefully preserved. ”

Speaking of the last sentence, Jiang Wei's voice was a little choked. We didn't say anything, we all silently and alone with mixed feelings.

In fact, in such an experience, how can the result be so important? At least when we were together, it was real to be moved, it was real to feel distressed, and it was real to like it.

It's just that they ended up parting.

After a few seconds of silence, I slowly spoke: "I have a favorite writer named Zhang Jiajia. One of his books, Passing by Your World, has the sentence 'You have your readers, and I'm just your ferryman'.

I think that in a person's life, there will always be those beautiful people or things that are hastily separated or lost. It's like fireworks. ”

The rest of the unspoken words, I think they all know: the process is brilliant and beautiful, what about the ending?

Yan Yu hummed, and his voice was muffled, "My pot, I played so much on the first day of military training, which made you feel bad." ”

Yan Ting snorted: "I'm not in a bad mood." It's been so long, and I can't get sad. ”

I was indifferent: "Yes, it's all in the past, and some emotions are difficult to touch anymore." ”

Jiang Wei also responded: "How long has it been, no matter how sad it is, it has been diluted by time." ”

The four of them talked and laughed, and soon the atmosphere became relaxed, and their hearts were close on this night.

The author has something to say:

The stories about my lovely roommates are all reworked from real stories. They were all my college roommates, the prototype of Jinyu's grumpy roommate.

Their love stories are unique, but they are very romantic. When I first found out, I thought I had to write it down. So the stories of the three of them, I have completed them with a high degree of restoration.

I haven't figured out where they will go next, they may follow reality, or they may arrange other endings, you can also tell me your thoughts, and I will adopt them as appropriate.

In fact, the original intention of writing this story, which I have already mentioned in the preface, is just to commemorate my youth.

Many of my friends don't have much contact anymore, but when I see my former classmates, or their circle of friends, I know that they are doing well, and I am very comforted.

Those lovely people, after all, stayed with me for an important period of time, and then they were separated.

really responded to that sentence, and my friends walked and walked, and they scattered all over the world.

But they are still beautiful in their memories.

Happy reading, my street boy.

I'm Jasmine 13th Street.