The school on a winter afternoon, in the teaching building of the third year of high school. There was a tense atmosphere in every classroom, and almost everyone was immersed in the questions. Only whispers can be heard in the right corner of the classroom.

"Let me tell you, I met a handsome guy at the wedding today, Sven Wen, who looks like a story." I was dancing with my hands and telling Shrimp Shrimp with a red face that I fell in love at first sight.

"How about the contact information?" Shrimp Shrimp asked casually while eating the candy.

"Of course, I'll add him tonight. I'll tell you. "Xiao Xia stood up, you are still talking in the third year of high school, do you want to be admitted to college. Alas, I'll tell you now, you don't listen, and then you will complain about the teacher. The English teacher said bitterly, Shrimp looked like I was wrong, but in fact, I had already complained a hundred times in my heart.

I have to say that sometimes good grades are useful at this time, after all, the teacher can't find anything to talk about me.

The compulsory class every night is the "dormitory symposium", where a group of girls spit out and complain together, chat about gossip, and talk about handsome guys. This is simply a magic weapon to eliminate the stress of the third year of high school. At least our dorm room was useful. The topic of tonight's discussion is, of course, handsome guys at weddings. "How tall?" "Where's the man?" "Do you have any photos?" "You don't have him?" Everyone asks this and that, and I answer them one by one.

"Zizi." The phone vibrated and it was he who agreed to my friend request. "You're going to sleep, don't make a fuss, I'm going to rest early." My heart was full of joy and nervousness. When I like someone, I am so cautious, and my mood is up and down with him.

"I'm a friend of Xia Zhe"

"Well, I know. He mentioned you to me. "yes, what did he say?" I asked apprehensively. "He said you're relatives, haha" I had a good first conversation with him, and just as we were chatting, a phone call interrupted us.

Grandpa left, and on the other end of the phone, my mother was crying silently. As soon as I hung up the phone, I rolled out of bed and startled my roommate, who slept on the top bunk. After jumping out of bed, I put on my shoes and got ready to run. The baby pulled me and asked, "Where are you going so late and what's wrong?" I hugged her and cried and said, "Grandpa is gone, I want to go back to see him one last time"

The baby patted me on the back and comforted me so that I could come home tomorrow. I didn't sleep all night, and I was ready to go home the next day, and I found my phone only to see the message he sent "After reading your talk, I found that we are somewhat similar" "I'm tired, the third year of high school is very hard, rest early" "Good night"

In the cold winter morning, the thick fog, and the low mood, he was the only one who had a trace of warmth in my heart.

When I got home, the mourning hall had already been set up. I cried and knelt in front of my grandfather. "Grandpa, I was in school last night, so I didn't come back in time, I'm sorry." The next few days were busy with funerals, and occasionally called my roommates to explain what was going on at school. On the day of my grandfather's burial, I knelt down and walked to the grave, and I told myself that I must get ahead, be admitted to a good school, and fulfill my grandfather's last wish.

He, as if he hadn't appeared. I didn't have the heart to pay attention to him, and he didn't bother me. In the days since my grandfather's death, the sky has been grey.