"Bu Yi, are Yang Rongrong's classmates here with you? Can you show me? "I was thinking about it when I suddenly heard someone talking to me, and when I looked up, I saw Zhou Xue standing next to me. I nodded and gave her Yang Rongrong's guest book, and said, "I'm done writing, you can help me return it to her after reading it!" ”

"Okay!" Zhou Xue said, took the guest book and left.

After Zhou Xue left, I was alone at the table for a while, and then I began to rummage through the cabinets to find things. It didn't take long for me to finally find a book that I hadn't used much. I tore out the first two pages and prepared to use them as classmates. But after looking at it for a while, I thought it was too shabby......

Other people's classmates are so beautiful.,And I'm using a notebook.,Isn't it too strange? But even so, I really want to get a message from someone...... Even if it's just a few words, just a word, a name...... I want to get ...... too

Li Yaowen, do you know? It's all your fault that I'm going to get so weird...... It's all your fault......

"Li Yaowen, come on, help me write a classmate!" I was thinking about it when I suddenly heard Zheng Qiaoqiao's voice behind me, and when I raised my head, I happened to meet the eyes of the people who came in outside. But...... Why......

I can feel that I am the only person whose heartbeat is abnormal. And Li Yaowen, he is still smiling as always......

"Write again?"

"What do you mean by writing again? I'm the first time you've asked you to write well, okay? Post a photo ......"

I really want to...... I really want to be like Zheng Qiaoqiao, call you directly and ask you to write a message for me...... But I can't do it, I can't do it...... I don't dare, and I'm afraid...... What are you afraid of? I know you won't refuse, but I'm still scared......

It's just because I like you......

The day of the high school entrance examination is getting closer and closer, and I have no intention of thinking about anything else. It's just that I am overwhelmed by the daily review. It was Thursday's fourth evening self-study class, and the homeroom teacher stopped looking at us after giving us homework. In his words, he has been watching us for three years, and the last time is up to us.

I turned my head because I felt someone poking me behind me. Sure enough, someone really took a notebook and poked me. "What for?" I looked at him, still in a cold tone.

"Help me write a message, the last page ......," Li Yaowen said with a smile as he looked at me. I was shocked by his words, but when I heard him say that it was the last page, I was a little strange, so I asked him why it was the last page. But he didn't want Li Yaowen to say, "Because...... Because everyone has finished writing, you're the only one left......"

All of them have already been written...... Do you think of me last? When I think about it, I feel very sad...... Why Li Yaowen, I like you, but what about you? Have you ever liked me? Not really, right? If you like me, shouldn't the guestbook be the first one for me to write? But you didn't, you were the last one I asked me to write......

I...... I don't write this last one at all! I'm dispensable anyway, in the eyes of all of you! The rest, the unwanted, the superfluous, will think of me...... I'm not rare, not rare at all!!

"Don't write!" I coldly refused, then turned my head. I'm so hateful, so angry, so sad...... Li Yaowen, how can you ignore my existence like this? The last one that thought of me? What is this?

I'm also so angry with myself, why should I like someone...... I fell in love with the guy named Li Yaowen...... I knew that it was just a distant dream, and I knew that the dream was an existence that could never wake up...... However, I just thought about it, and I thought about it...... You can't forget it, you can't erase it......

Li Yaowen, I like you......

Like it...... When I think of you, I want to cry......

The person in the back didn't move, and after I refused, he didn't come back to ask me left and right as usual. Come to think of it, I'm really not important to him......

There are still 28 days left, and there are 28 days to end the junior high school career. I'll go to high school, I just don't know which high school it is.

Time flies, so fast that I don't have time to think, so fast that I have grown up before I can see my child's face...... Dad bent over me and I didn't know when......

I...... I'm really starting to get scared......

Afraid, all the unknowns exist......

I'm afraid that those who belong to me will go to someone else......

Scared, you'll really never be by my side again......

The ones I care about, the ones I love, the ones I miss......