In my fantasy, if there is a taste of first love, it should be peachy, pink and fragrant, cool and sweet, and light throughout.

My first love was a green plum flavor, with a hint of bitter sweetness in the sourness, but it was that trace of sweetness that made a pot of wine, and drunk the whole youth.

An Luo and I met in junior high school, in the same grade but in different classes, An Luo was a man of the year in school, his grades, appearance and even his family were all first-class, and I once felt that his existence was unfair to make us mortals believe in God.

I can't say when I started liking An Luo, anyway, he has a face that makes many girls easy to fall in love at first sight.

But he was always cold, and even the sweat from playing basketball made people feel like a glacier dripping down more than ten degrees below zero.

Our school is divided into classes based on grades, and my grades are not the worst class, but they are definitely not the best class. But An Luo is in the top class, and he is always top in everything.

Our classroom was on the first floor, and I sat in the last row by the window, and my desk X was the representative of the math class, a good tablemate who wore glasses and talked little and quietly, because I copied his math homework all my junior high school years.

An Luo's classroom was on the second floor, and after I happened to know that he was sitting in the same row as me but a few seats ahead of me, I always wanted to switch seats with E, who was in the same position as An Luo in our class.

At that time, the Chinese teacher was our homeroom teacher, and I happened to be the best in Chinese, and my essays were often used by the teacher as model essays, so I had a little bit of good weight in the teacher's heart.

That day was the second day after our mid-term exams, and after reading the class ranking and grade ranking, the old class conducted various analyses on us one by one, and said earnestly when talking about me: "You are too serious in the early summer, Chinese, history and other things are very good, and mathematics does not let you be so good at least passing." ”

My brain was hot, so I said: "Maybe I sit too back, often can't see the blackboard clearly, especially the math teacher's handwriting is too small, I can see more blurry, which affects my listening to the lecture very much, if I can go forward a little and see more clearly, I will listen to the class more seriously, and I will definitely be able to improve my grades." ”

"Are you a little short-sighted, let your parents give you a pair of glasses."

"It's not good to wear glasses, people say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the windows have an anti-theft window that affects the overall appearance, you see that the English teacher wears big round glasses all day long, and it doesn't look like you are gentle and temperamental." The old class laughed at my compliment, which made his heart bloom. immediately agreed: "Then you can sit in the first position in the middle, and you won't be too in the way of the classmates in the middle." ”

I panicked: "No, no, no, the teacher doesn't have to be so forward, it's too abrupt, it affects the visual effect of the whole class, it's good for me to sit there, she is about the same height as me, so that I can see the blackboard clearly, and it doesn't affect other students." ”

"Okay, then you can switch places with E."

In this way, I succeeded in my beauty, and the thought of An Luo above my head and I was in the same position made my heart full of joy.

Later, X also changed, the reason is that E's tablemate likes E and has to be with her, of course, the teacher didn't know this, and the teacher also reprimanded him at the time: "You look at the beginning of the summer to know that you are motivated, you have to sit back, it's okay, you sit back and sleep to save me from watching trouble." ”

In this way, X and I were still at the same table, and my math homework was once again settled. At the time, I thought that mathematics was the most brain-intensive subject in the world, and it wasn't until the advent of physics and chemistry that I realized that I was a little wronged in mathematics, but X science was very good, and our grades complemented each other perfectly.

When I was in my second year of junior high school, I represented my school in the city's essay contest and won the first prize. As a result, he became a member of the school's student union. In our school, where everything is judged by grades, only students of all grades have the opportunity to squeeze in the student union.

An Luo is undoubtedly one of them, for me, who is unwilling to engage in any class cadre duties in the class, I am willing to go to the student union to promise the old class for the honor of the class, but in fact to have the opportunity to get close to An Luo.

But who would have thought that An Luo was like a member of the honorary student union, and I didn't say a word to him for half a semester.

However, I have made a new friend Su Mu, Su Mu and An Luo are classmates, she always speaks very softly, looks very good, always smiles and treats people politely, the goddess is used to describe people like her.

In fact, she is indeed the goddess of our school, and after becoming friends with her, I often receive love letters, all of which are entrusted to me to pass on to her, and I don't understand why I can't give them myself, but I also often receive some benefits and don't care about those.

Su Mu is in charge of the school's radio, and at that time I liked Wu Yuetian the most, anyway, there must be at least one Wu Yuetian song when Su Mu plays music every day.

Su Mu is different from what I like, she likes Stefanie Sun and Liang Jingru more, but I prefer Jolin Tsai for female singers.

But the most played on the radio is not these singers I like, but Jay Chou, I always thought that Jay Chou was too popular, and later I found out the real reason.

The first time I spoke to An Luo was when I was preparing for the May Fourth Youth Day event, which coincided with the school's anniversary, and the school was preparing to have a celebration. At that time, each class will have a program, of course, our student council will not only coordinate the program with each class, but also comprehensively update the school's blackboard newspaper. So the copyediting fell to me, and it was then that I learned that Anlo was also very good at drawing.

There are three blackboard newspapers in the school, one in front of the playground, which is the largest, and it is usually posted with some school announcements and the like, and there is always a piece next to it dedicated to commending or criticizing education, which I have always thought was too inhumane. Although I often pass by and casually catch a glimpse of a familiar name in the commendation column.

There is also a place next to the library, in the passage, because of the portraits and famous sayings of Grandpa Marx and Chairman Mao erected on both sides, which makes the blackboard look particularly solemn

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Another place is in the laboratory building, which is a real entertainment world, and you can give free rein to your imagination.

The production of these three blackboard newspapers is me, An Luo and Su Mu. In just over a week before the May Fourth event, we had to design it for the teachers to see before completing it, which was really a bit compact.

We had a meeting after school on the Monday after the assignment, and then we left two hours after school every day to make and then go home until it was completed. Su Mu was in charge of the design outline, I was in charge of the text part, and An Luo was in charge of the art.

An Luo didn't like to talk, and when we were discussing, only Su Mu and I were chattering, so he nodded silently.

According to the design of Su Curtain, the blackboard in the playground does not make too many changes, and only slightly changes are required.

The one next to the library still continues its ** style.,The main teacher who is too witty doesn't agree.,Of course, this is just the little devil in my heart.。

We discussed there in the experimental building for a while, and Su Mu said: "Let's have some blood, such as the theme of "Slam Dunk"? She said and looked at Anluo, who I didn't understand. And I haven't watched "Slam Dunk" either.

"How is Feng Zikai? I like his paintings, simple and pure, and I have always liked the scenes of villains playing in Feng Zikai's paintings, which is the childhood I envied. I also like the spring in his paintings, which are more intoxicating than the reality. "I'm a little excited to share, share my joy with the people I like, and my good friends, which makes me a little excited when I've always been used to being lonely.

Anlo glanced up at me and didn't speak.

Su Mu said: "That's okay, let's write it all down, let the teacher decide." ”

"Hmm," I looked at Anluo and lowered my head in a panic.

The next day, we started to enter the formal blackboard newspaper production, and finally the teacher decided on Feng Zikai, probably because Feng Zikai was more inspiring to learn, but I just liked the purity of his paintings.

The first word that Anlo said to me was, "Okay." "He also said to me countless times in the years that followed: Okay.

But I always remember the first time he told me that he was good, probably because the sun was very good that day, which made him warm up. That sentence of "good" burned the girl's heart and warmed the rest of her life.

The reason is that there is a small part of the blackboard left, and our plan is to finish it after school on Friday, and the teacher will accept it on Monday, after all, Tuesday is the May Fourth Show. But when my cousin came back on Friday, he promised to help me go to the Internet café and download the song to mp3, so I had to flash it in advance.

"That, An Luo, I have to leave first after school today, you have painted all the paintings, and I will come to school on Saturday to make up for the rest of the text?"

"Good," he said softly, but I could hear it very clearly.

"Thank you." I also became soft-spoken.

"You're welcome!" After he finished speaking, he turned the basketball in his hand and walked to the playground.

I just stood there in a daze, and although I often leaned in front of the classroom window to peek at him playing basketball, I would be blocked by the trees from the direction of the classroom. It was the first time I could see him shoot clearly.

It was still after his first conversation with me that the throbbing did not go away for a long time.