Willing, willing, giving will be gained.

Reluctant

With a "squeak", the door opened, like a ballad from ancient times, which made people tremble.

She and I walked out of the school gate hand in hand, as we usually do at any end of school. Only this time, our hands were held extremely tightly, and our steps were unusually slow. Just because of this departure, I will never set foot in this school again, and just because of this parting, I don't know when I will be able to hold hands again.

We invariably chose silence and buried our heads low, trying to hide the reluctance and sadness in our eyes. Such a quiet air envelops us, and the suffocating and oppressive atmosphere makes me breathless. Several times, I saw her open her mouth slightly to say something, but the words that came to her mouth were swallowed back hard, turning into helpless sighs again and again.

I couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but ask softly, "In the future, we will still be best friends" The voice was very small, so small that only the two of us could hear it, the voice was very soft, so light that a breeze easily blew it away, she paused lightly, and then immediately replied: "Of course." Her head was still so low that I couldn't see her expression at all, but I could feel a solemnity, an affirmation in her small, firm voice. Whether it was true or not, the corners of my mouth rose to a contented and bitter angle, and I smiled silently.

Soon, the long street came to an end, and although we slowed down as much as we could, it was at that fork in the road that I said "goodbye" to her one last time. Then he pretended to walk in the opposite direction as if nothing had happened, and on the surface it was an understatement, but in fact his heart was filled with the sadness of parting little by little......

Of course, the truth is far less complete and beautiful than expected, in the face of ruthless time, my six-year friendship with her is still so fragile, so I can only brew all the past that belongs to me and her into a cup of sweet and bitter wine, drink it with tears and smiles, and indulge in the scene of the two together, silently, silently......

In this way, I drifted away from her on the road of life, and the moment I looked back, I was left with only a familiar and lonely back, a little thin.

Turn around and move forward. Give up all the reluctance, don't look back, leave silently, and wait for tears in your eyes......

Unintentional

Since then, I have locked the door of my heart with the memories of the past, and no one is allowed to enter, or even just approach.

Time passed day by day, month by month, and I continued to be in this state until her, until she came into my world as bright as the sun.

She has always been very nice to me and is the best person I have ever met for me besides my family. I said this to myself in my heart, but I never told anyone else. In response to her kindness to me, I only turned a blind eye almost indifferently, and kept a necessary distance from her as if I was arrogant, but she remained consistent.

One day, at noon, I didn't go back to my dorm room for a lunch break, but chose to study in the classroom, albeit aimlessly. Several classmates also came to the classroom, but they left one after another, including her. The classroom was unusually quiet, and it seemed that even the air had frozen, which made people feel an inexplicable sadness. The summer afternoon sun is still shining brightly, the vast blue sky, the ethereal clouds are quiet and tranquil, and nothing seems to have changed. As a result, the heart gradually bloomed with the clouds......

At this moment, the sound of rapid running sounded in the hallway. Before I could react, two ice creams suddenly appeared in my sight - one strawberry, one chocolate, I looked up in the direction of the ice cream, she was holding two ice creams in her hands, staring at me with wide eyes, her eyes were sincere and clear, not mixed with a trace of dust, temporarily speechless due to the rapid panting with her mouth open, and a fine bead of sweat on her forehead. She barely adjusted her breathing, and spoke eagerly with gasp: "Elect...... Take your pick. "She came back in such a hurry just so that I could choose an ice cream that I was puzzled by.

I was stunned, but I looked at her incredulously, at her bright eyes, and forgot to respond for a moment. "Pick one, strawberry and chocolate." Seeing that I didn't respond, she asked again, her voice still soft and pleasant, obviously adjusting her breathing and regaining her composure, just staring at me with wide eyes, waiting for my answer. I immediately came back to my senses, and before I had time to think about anything, I unceremoniously took my favorite strawberry-flavored one from her, paused slightly, and said "thank you" lightly.

The cold feeling coming from my fingers was so real and clear, but my mind seemed a little scattered, and I unconsciously tore the outer layer of wrapping paper. A fresh air conditioner carried the faint sweetness of strawberries in the air, and even the surrounding air was stained with this sweet smell.

Before I could take a bite, two more students returned to the classroom, both with ice cream in hand. One of them walked straight up to me and asked straight to the point, "What flavor did you choose?" and "Strawberry flavor." Without thinking, I replied, suddenly feeling strange, and asked, "What's the matter?" and "Nothing," she smiled, and added, "We bought ice cream together, but there were only three chocolate flavors and one strawberry flavor left." I wanted to eat the strawberry-flavored one, but someone said that you would definitely choose the strawberry flavor, and insisted that I leave it to you, and I was afraid that you would like the chocolate flavor, so I left my own chocolate-flavored one for you to choose. Afraid that the ice cream would melt on the road, she still ran back!"

After listening to her words full of envy, I was stunned again, and a lot of things came to my mind for a while. I took a bite of the ice cream in my hand, and it was slippery and cool in my mouth, and the sweet feeling penetrated straight into my heart, into the deepest part of my heart. Just like the sweet ice cream that melts in my mouth, my heart is also slowly melting in this bright summer sun......

Give...

Time passes quietly and inadvertently, everything in the world changes rapidly, and people always want to reach out and grab something, but it is not easy to find out.

This is true even in life. Looking back suddenly, along the way, the road of life is full of joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and the people and things of the past have left in a hurry, and they dare not have a trace of remembrance, and the bits and pieces of the past will eventually pass away, whether they are reluctant or reluctant.

From the moment I opened my heart again to understand the true feelings of others, I secretly told myself to be willing to say goodbye to the past.