Between the first meeting and the separation are a little memories, and between each meeting and goodbye is a time spent by two people together.

Time is tasteless and ruthless, but because of the person in time, time has become warm and exciting. It is the reincarnation of the moon; Ups and downs are the true taste of life; Joy, anger and sorrow are the fermentation of love.

There has never been any fate to gather and disperse, and fate will not easily escape when the time comes. What is fate is that when you think about her, she is in your mind, and when you don't want her, she is by your side.

Life is not easy, but I don't know that love is not easy, it is not easy to meet, it is easy to miss, it is painful to miss, and sweet is also missing.

And you are by my side, it is the sweetest honey water, the most romantic confession.

Ten years later, Xu Qinghe wrote this passage and kissed Qiao Wei, who was sleeping on his shoulder, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but recall himself as an ignorant teenager ten years ago······

The day after the division of arts and sciences, many people came to Xu Qinghe for emotional counseling.

As soon as class ended, the seat next to Xu Qinghe was hard to find. A group of people surrounded him in the middle.

"That Zhou Ting in class eight is very beautiful. Qinghe, you can help me write a love letter. I've paid for your water bills this week. ”

"Qinghe, leave him alone for now. I was thinking about being alone last night, and I couldn't sleep, but I didn't know who it was. You can help me analyze and analyze my recent actions, do I like anyone? ”

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Xu Qinghe has never talked about his own serious love, but he is a good hand at writing love letters and helping people analyze. Over time, Qinghe Emotional Radio also spread among boys.

But he made a rule for himself, he only wrote one love letter a week, and only gave one person a day and a half to analyze. This provoked the person who asked him to write a love letter to end up as if he was in an auction, constantly adding benefits. There is only one condition for him to write a love letter, that is, he will only agree when he is in a good mood.

It is said that Luoyang paper is expensive, but Xu Qinghe's love letter is hard to find.

Strange to say, he did not upset people in this way, and he had many friends, and people who came to him for advice or love letters still flocked to him.

Being surrounded like this, the airflow was blocked, Xu Qinghe felt a little stuffy, so he got up and went out to breathe.

A group of people looked at his back and sighed secretly: "It seems that it is not here now." ”

Xu Qinghe put his hands in his pockets and walked aimlessly.

A girl suddenly appeared in front of her, leaning against the railing, holding her face in her left hand, looking at the clouds in the distance.

The corners of Xu Qinghe's mouth rose slightly, and the girl was the girl with a ponytail he met in the playground that day.

Xu Qinghe didn't want to spoil this comfortable beauty, so she stopped a few steps away from her, and just leaned on the railing quietly, pretending to look into the distance, but her eyes were aimed at the girl's face from time to time.

The years are quiet, and these four words appeared in Xu Qinghe's heart.

A hurried class bell broke the tranquil picture, Xu Qinghe watched Qianying disappear in front of him, and looked up with some annoyance and glared at the radio hanging outside the classroom.

The five big characters of "Class 28 of High School" also appeared in front of Xu Qinghe's eyes.

"It turns out that she is in class eight." Xu Qinghe muttered to himself, "Well, Class eight." And so on······ Class 8, isn't it right next door to me? So I'm standing now······ Our class door? ”

Xu Qinghe looked up at the classroom in front of him, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at it in unison.

"Did you find out?" Xu Qinghe was a little bit of a thief, "Not really." ”

"What are you doing in a daze? It's class. When Xu Qinghe walked in, someone asked loudly.

"Nothing." Xu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had not been discovered.

Throughout the class, Xu Qinghe was a little distracted, looking at the blackboard, but what appeared in front of him was the girl's shadow.

"Class." For the first time, Xu Qinghe felt that the teacher's words were like the holy voice of Jesus, so beautiful.

Xu Qinghe resisted the urge to pick up the male angel and followed the teacher out of the classroom.

"Qinghe, what's wrong? Could it be that you have been under a lot of pressure lately and have been a little cut off from inspiration? "Someone is talking about it behind the scenes.

"Just kidding, I'm going to be out of inspiration?" Ask the canal to be as clear as it is, for there is a source of living water', my inspiration never runs out. Xu Qinghe shook his head without looking back, "I just went out to breathe, and the air conditioner was a little uncomfortable after blowing for a long time." ”

Xu Qinghe waved his hand and disappeared in front of everyone.

It was not in vain that he came out to squat so early, and the girl walked out of the classroom with a water glass.

Xu Qinghe just wanted to follow, but a girl also carried a water cup and followed the girl to pour water.

Xu Qinghe looked at his hands, empty.

That girl Xu Qinghe felt a little familiar, and after thinking about it for a long time, she remembered that it was the girl who walked with the girl on the playground that day.

"Qinghe, what are you looking at?" A voice came from behind him, and someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Nothing, in a daze."

The girl and the girl walked back again.

"Qinghe, that's the Zhou Ting I told you, how is it, beautiful." The person who came squeezed Xu Qinghe's shoulder.

Xu Qinghe's face was a little dark, and he said silently in his heart: Liu Jiayao, you remember it for me, and you still want me to help you write a love letter, but there is no door.

"Hey, Zhou Ting, remember me? I helped you move the book yesterday, and I still have a freshman year in high school······" Liu Jiayao waved at the two people who came over.

"Classmate, do we know each other well?" Girls don't appreciate it.

It turned out that Zhou Ting was her, and Xu Qinghe's face returned to normal.

Xu Qinghe's eyes secretly fell on the girl, but he didn't expect the girl to be looking at him.

The eyes of the two intersected, and from a distance of a few steps, Xu Qinghe could clearly see the girl's crystal clear eyes, pure and moving.

"Qiao Wei, let's go." Zhou Ting greeted her best friend who was still standing in place.

The girl's face was slightly hot, and she ran away quickly.

Xu Qinghe was still stunned. It turns out that your name is Qiao Wei, he thought silently.

"I suddenly found that the one next to Zhou Ting is even more beautiful. However, I already like Zhou Ting, what should I do······" Liu Jiayao looked at the backs of the two of them and said.

"Qinghe, tell me, aren't those two drifting beautiful?" Liu Jiayao grabbed Xu Qinghe's neck and asked, "Forget it, if you ask you, you are also blind, anyway, all women in the world are the same in your eyes, they are all pink skeletons." ”

Whoever said it was the same, well, it's very beautiful, Xu Qinghe thought in his heart, but when he said this, he was thinking of Qiao Wei.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Xu Qinghe wrote this sentence on scratch paper, turned a page of the sketchbook, and began to do math problems.