"Dong, we're going to fill the old class in the evening, do you want to go together." Long Dabai spoke.

"Well, let's watch it in the evening, after all, we have to wait for Ah Wei to go out to eat together." The barefoot barefoot boy said.

"Okay, then I'll go play with them first, and I'll call you later." Long Dabai said.

"yes, okay." After the barefoot boy finished speaking, he turned his head to look out the window. Long Dabai saw that the barefoot boy had nothing else to say, so he walked out of the classroom alone.

Outside the window, on the horizon, the sunset has completely submerged. Only the fiery red sunset remains, allowing the beauty of this dusk to continue.

The barefoot boy turned his head, picked up the small notepad, and fiddled with his hands. Parting is imminent, and everything doesn't matter, does it?

Since you know you can't keep it, you should let go of your hand and let it go, shouldn't you? Besides, this graduation season is also a parting season!

So...... Say goodbye! The last memories are left to me, let me live in the memories and taste the bitterness! This is probably the meaning of memory.

Thinking of this, the barefoot boy put down the notepad in his hand, took out a notebook from the desk, turned to a blank page, and then picked up the pen in one hand and wrote on it seriously: "Goodbye, the first encounter between you and I still love is destined for this parting." As much as I love you, maybe you love me too. But unfortunately, no one can change what is destined to be separated. You have your way to go, and I will stick to my direction as well. No one can change anyone, and no one can change anyone. Well, so be it. At this point, the barefoot boy paused, he read it quietly from beginning to end, and then continued to write: "But I still hope to make this memory as beautiful as possible, to make this parting as perfect as possible, and to make this youthful regret as little as possible." Maybe someone will laugh at my stupidity, including you, or even myself. But, I do. I can be in the rain on the street for a day just for a chance to hold an umbrella for me, or I can run a few laps around the playground barefoot just to get you a slightly questioning care. I wanted to do all of this, and I could do it, but I never had the chance. I don't think I'll ever have that chance. Stopping, the barefoot boy brooded his cheeks, but soon he continued to write: "From time to time, you laugh at my nervous abnormality. Well, if you think it's funny, laugh heartily, as long as you're happy. But there's so much you don't know where you can't see. In the future, if you meet a nervous boy again, don't just snub him and laugh at him. Because you never know how many brain cells he burned to make you happy, to make you laugh, that's why he became so stupid! In front of the girl I like, I'd rather be a fool myself, always bring her laughter, and always bear everything she brings. I don't want to be like a machine all day with a straight face. But, the next person who can make me willingly become a fool, I haven't found it yet. At this point, the barefoot boy stopped his pen again, he sighed softly, and then continued to write: "I'm leaving, I have too much to say to you, but I don't think I have a chance." I said you're cute, that's true, I have absolutely no other ideas. Actually, I've been noticing you since the days I moved to the new school building. You may have forgotten the moment you puffed into your glasses when you stood in line for dinner last winter, but I still remember that. You'll always be so special, like a child, cute and cute. But if you deny it, I can't help it. At this point, the barefoot boy smiled sweetly.

Then, thinking of the impending parting, the barefoot boy looked bitter again. It didn't take long for the barefoot boy to come back to his senses from his bitterness, and then he continued to write: "I have the heart to make a vigorous confession to you, but after thinking about it carefully, I feel that it is not necessary, since it is a farewell, why confess again? We're all doomed to be separated, so why bother with each other? I shouldn't bother you about tomorrow! So, let's burn this paper goodbye after reading it. Burn to ashes and let the summer winds blow it away, blow it away, and blow it to the horizon. Let's commemorate the time we spent together. Speaking of which, it's time to say goodbye, and our story is coming to an end here. With regret and sadness, I don't know whether to put a full stop or an ellipsis on it, so forget it. Since you want to say goodbye, let's say goodbye! Goodbye, I still love you. Love you, barefoot boy" wrote this, and the barefoot boy stopped writing.

He picked up his notebook and looked at it from cover to cover again. After reading it, he felt that there was nothing more to change, so the barefoot boy put down the notebook, closed it, and put it back on the desk.