I used to think that I wouldn't like anyone else except Lin Cheng.

I guess every girl who tastes the bitterness of her first love thinks like this. Even youth is mostly similar, I don't know how to cherish it when it hasn't passed, but I always remember it after I passed.

The Wikipedia definition of "youth" is based on a general version and an early version, the general version starts at the age of 13, and the early version can be advanced to the age of 8 or 9.

I'm the kind of person who always has a good memory by the girlfriends around me, and when I pass by the familiar scenery, I will unconsciously blurt out something that has happened in this background.

Regarding the matter of having a good memory, I don't dare to boast about the princess selling melons, and I must analyze the specific problems on a case-by-case basis. For example, my social account software, I never dare to log out of the account, once I log out, I will repeat the plot of forgetting the password, retrieving the password, resetting the password, and the new password cannot be the same as the original password.

This situation must happen every half a month, and I can't stop it in my notebook, until I follow the plot, and all the bank card passwords are set to the same six-digit number, and the social account passwords are set to the same eight-digit number plus letter combination.

However, I do remember when I was 8 years old, I was given my first nickname by someone I hated at the time, I still remember the first time I had friends who could chase and fight with each other in a happy way, I still remember the "38 lines" I drew on the black lacquered surface of the wooden desk when I had my first table mate when I was 9 years old, and I still remember the joke that my classmates used to make when I was a child "she likes him or he likes her".

I also remember the person who I unconsciously recorded in my mind and heart.

But later, I grew up. Except for the person who didn't dare to raise his head and look carefully, he still kept it in his heart, and he never met anyone who changed his tricks to give me nasty nicknames, and those who could chase and fight were also separated on the road called "youth", and they no longer childishly drew a clear line on the desk, and there was no more unscrupulous jokes about who had a "short and long life" with whom.

Every time I recall this, I thank myself for having a good memory. I remember that story about youth, there are joys, sorrows, wisps of sweetness, and indescribable melancholy. I remember that there were three or five friends at that time, and they had a chic time together, and there was such an obscure relationship that I couldn't erase or erase.

Most importantly, I remember every word Lin Cheng said to me.

"Hey, classmate, can I trouble you to make way? I want to talk to my classmates. ”

"Yu Mu, right, can you move to the right first, let me ride the bicycle over first, won't I make room for the two of you?"

"It's not that I don't know who you are, please don't challenge my bottom line again. Count me in begging you, stop pestering me anymore. ”

Those words appeared in every moment of my daze, in every dream with his back, sometimes, he stood opposite me, unable to distinguish his face, but I knew that the person in the dream was him, and as soon as his mouth moved, those words automatically sounded in his ears.

So, I really used to be very firm that I would like Lin Cheng for the rest of my life, he is an exclusive memory that has accompanied me throughout my youth. Even if I can meet someone I like again in the future, I will never feel like this again.

At that time, I didn't expect that Hu Wei would appear later, or Hu Wei who appeared in the usual way that was 108,000 miles away from the word "romantic".

After meeting him, I understood a truth: although those boys who are infatuated and warm and silently protect the heroine are the eternal second male protagonists in idol dramas, they are absolutely proper male protagonists in reality dramas.

Even the most ordinary way of appearance, in retrospect, is the most beautiful first acquaintance.