Along the way, the blue mosaic next to the pool takes advantage of the rippling blue water surface to be colorful and moving.

You walked in front of me, treading mightily on the ground wet by the splashing waves.

I blushed and buried my head, watching your feet constantly rotate to touch the ground, and my heart kept silently counting, and soon I was in the locker room. Suddenly, you turn around, look at me, and say softly, "We're waiting for you here, you go and change your clothes." ”

I was startled, looked up at you, said "oh", and flew into the locker room.

......

Later, during the evening self-study, I was doing my "Geometry" homework, and you suddenly appeared outside the window next to my seat and startled me.

It's a dark night, and I don't know why you suddenly visited.

I turn my head to look at you, my cheeks crimson.

And you in the dark, I don't know if you also blush. "Give me the homework book and I'll have someone do it for you?"

Your words made me at a loss, so I said awkwardly, "What if you do something wrong then?"

"The representative of our math class has all the homework and 100 points on the test, and I will let him do it for you, okay?"

I looked out the window at you with a firm gaze, and handed you the homework book.

You take your workbook and say to me, "You sit in the classroom and wait for me, and I'll come to you when I give it to him." ”

Then I stared blankly through the glass window into the dark garden, watching your figure disappear from my sight, hoping that you would come back soon.

The wait seemed so long, so long that I could hear my own heartbeat and complain that time was passing so slowly, so slow that I panicked.

Finally, you appeared outside the window again and asked me to build a bench and climb out of the window.

I shyly listened to your suggestion, and for the first time you took my hand, climbed out of the window, and hid into the night.

Later, we went to the window of your classroom, and you pointed to Li Boer, who was sitting in the last row, and whispered, "His name is Li Bo, and you will go directly to him to ask for homework in the future." ”

After I greeted him through the window, he said, "I'll do it for you." ”

After that, he buried himself in his homework.

We, on the other hand, wandered aimlessly in the garden, and sat on the cement platform when we were tired.

The campus at night is very quiet, which makes me feel like I am in the "rose garden" of foreign novels, when I am sleepy, I want to lean on your shoulder and be coquettish, but I don't dare.

And you, always waiting for me to sit on the flower stand, but standing by yourself, completely blocking me with your body, not letting any light and shadow see me—as if you were afraid that the patrolling teacher would find out and take me to the political and educational office to be punished.

Later, your demands became more and more excessive, and I was always caught off guard.

I remember that in those exams, it was always your class first, and my class was the last class - and our two classes had the same test papers.

So you don't answer the questions on your own test paper every time you take the exam, but write the corresponding answers on a slip of paper, and take advantage of the 5 minutes that the teacher has collected the papers, run to our class to find me, and force it into me.

I don't want it, but I ask you, "Are you done with your test paper?"

You took me by the wrist, put the answer in the palm of my hand, held my hand again, and whispered, "I didn't do it, I wrote the answer on this note, and I will give it to you." ”

Also, at that time, the exam lasted 40 minutes, and the amount of questions was twice that of other schools, and every student could not complete all the questions within the specified time, let alone add test questions.

You dragged me and stood outside the classroom like that, letting my classmates pass by us in a steady stream—because no one cared about me as a little girl from the country, except you, a fool who knew me well.

You look back in a panic to see if the teacher will come out of your classroom, and nervously say, "There's no time, you go in quickly." After the exam, you come out and get the answers to the last exam. Otherwise, you may not have time to give you an answer. ”

I saw that Wu Lao came out, and I hurriedly held the answers back to my seat, opened the note, and saw that you had written a lot of answers densely with a blue pen, but there were only one or two questions that I didn't do.

So I folded it and put it in my textbook, and my heart was very sweet.

When it was our turn to take the history test, you ran out of our classroom, took the cropped pages and said to me, "This is the penultimate question, this is the penultimate question...... All you have to do is answer the sentence I ticked. ”

I watched you tear up your textbook, and I was angry and funny, so I asked you, "Do you still flip through the books when you take the exam?"

You stuck out your tongue and said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't write the answer on the paper, and the teacher doesn't care about me." ”

I have scolded you for being a fool countless times in my heart, and this sweet and greasy "pet name" is smiling in the shy words like honey.

You're so busy, and I don't stop you, but I've never used the answer you gave.

Why do I feel so sweet when I think of you back then?

It turns out that in your heart, I have been so important.

And now? Tell me, am I still that important?

The day I saw you for the last time, the last time I saw you, the whole classroom, everyone else was dark, and out of the dozens, you were the only one who looked at me with a complicated look - it was obvious that you were just like me, and you cried.

And I, cried for 4 days.

Don't say sad things, I remember that when you gave me the answers to the English test paper, Miss Du with glasses happened to come out of your classroom - as if you came to my classroom as soon as you handed in the paper.

She was watching the two of us standing in the aisle and yelled, "Xie Zebo, are you in the paws?"

You look back at her, push me into our classroom, and run over.

And I sat in my seat, through the glass window of the classroom, and watched as she criticized you a few words, and then asked you to go back to the classroom.

I've read all the answers you've given me, and I've done them to see if you're doing them right—but I don't understand why you keep handing in blank papers and showing them to me.

Well, in fact, boys have a lot more talent than girls, and they have a super memory, aren't they?

You just want me to be at the top, not backwards.

Since I didn't do my math homework, I started to be lazy in journaling. The teacher asked me to write a diary, and I wrote poems instead—because I had to squeeze out time, for fear that you would suddenly visit and pull me out.

Anyway, teachers and classmates know that you always hand in blank papers, but you don't always hand in homework, but I can't.

When I was lazy and didn't write essays, Xiao Lao let me enter the Calf Literature Club, and he was the president.

That year, he led us to set up a school magazine, Blue Bird Newspaper.

In order to prevent you from meeting me after class, his early love breeds and spreads, destroying the school spirit - after all, there was a slogan at that time, which seemed to say that we were Tsinghua's sister school.

What's more, I was always the first in my grade in English that year.

Well, now I don't know anything. Hey.

He asked me to go to the office to correct the essay, and there were only two desks in that office.

What about me? I sat at the desk by the window and Zhang Lao sat at the desk in the window on the other side.

Every day, I had to take time out of my office to read the essays written by my classmates in two classes, and then use a red pen to circle typos and reversed sentences, and write a comment at the end.

In order to make my handwriting look like the teacher's writing, I changed the block letters of "Pang Zhonghua", which I had practiced for several years, to a natural cursive script.

I like to read the essays written by everyone, but I don't find the essays you submit.

Because of this, I met Brother Zhu, the senior of the student union, who is a sophomore in high school.

He asked me to write a poem and participate in the National Student Union Poetry Contest organized by Tsinghua University.

So I wrote a poem during my self-study last night, hiding my feelings for you between the words.

One day, he asked me to go to the high school building, and I took advantage of the recess time to run quickly across the garden where we were dating and went to their building.

He was standing in the stairwell with several seniors in the student council of the high school, and when he saw me going, he said, "The poem you wrote won the third prize, and mine won the second prize." You have to work hard to win the first prize in the future. In our school, just the two of us won the award. ”

I nodded, smiled and said, "I hope that day." ”

But when I was leaving, I timidly asked him, "Our school, won't it just the two of us?"

I forgot what I wrote at the time, but I knew that I was in love with you, and you were in love with me.

......

By the way, in the few days when I lived in the room opposite Wang Zhizhi, I lost my temper a few times inexplicably, and I also quarreled with my mother, and even more often cried and wanted to run away.

One morning, after six o'clock, I heard a lot of grandparents talking in the morning exercises, so I ran downstairs curiously, crossed the street, and listened to them. They were all wearing backpacks, as if they were waiting for someone, saying that they were in class. And I stood there listening to them chatting as if I were an outsider.

Later, an aunt wearing a pink sun hat came with a red backpack, and I thought she looked like a big girl.

I followed her down the aisle where there were a lot of grandma's backpacks.

They waited for the teacher to come at half past eight, and at that moment, I was so frightened that I thought they were going to have some illegal party, so I turned around and walked away. Da Xian said to me, "At half past eight, bring your bag over." ”

I said yes and left.

And when I was on the side of the road, I saw Da Xian come out and go home from the left.

They may have just listened to some health classes, but I remembered that in 98, my mother took me to a place in Guanghan to find a super-famous qigong master in order to cure my illness, and I lost my sapphire crystal navy blue watch.

At the same time, I remembered the qigong master "Wang Lin", so I was worried about whether the grandparents would come to "sit and survive" - after all, the former "* Gong" had a scary party in front of Tiananmen Square!

It was a foggy morning, tears filled my eyes, and when I went downstairs, the vegetable shop was open.

I had no money and no way to buy anything, so I stood by the side of the road sadly, not knowing where to go.

And across the road, on the second floor, my mother was sleeping - I was so tired that I tossed her, she didn't understand my thoughts, she never walked into my heart, and she didn't know what I had been through in my life, well, I forgot a lot. Starting by writing the book, it was as if I had really forgotten the past.

At the same time, I didn't want to give up my future so much, so I stood on the side of the road and watched the street gradually become lively.

Suddenly, a bus came, and I had the urge to take the bus to Lhasa to "pay homage to the Buddha's light", so I called Grandpa Wang.

He said that he was playing the flute in the park and told me not to run, but to come and give me acupuncture later.

And I suddenly realized, could it be that he is Jin Yong's Huang Yaoshi, who can cure diseases and play the flute?

But after hanging up the phone, a bus stopped in front of me, and I went straight on - of course, I didn't give the money, because I didn't have any money on me.

When I went out, I only brought a bottle of boiling water with me – I went out to see what the grandparents were doing across from me.

I sat down to the back of my right, leaning back in my chair and looking out the window at the end of the line, a big winery with a lot of water flowing from top to bottom.

There is such a place on the dry Gobi Desert, which can be regarded as a fairyland on earth.

The driver told me to get out of the car, but I said no. Because that's the suburbs, and there's no station.

I asked him how he would get to Lhasa, and he said it was far away.

Then I looked at the curtain of flowing water and fell asleep.

When I woke up, there were a lot of people in the car, and next to me sat an aunt with a retro hairstyle that can only be blown by "Fire Phoenix", and she brought me a throat lozenge to eat with me. I didn't forget to point to the box and tell me, you can see clearly, it's "Kyoto" Nenjiom.

Instantly, I felt that she was the founder of "Kyoto" Nin Jiom.