I wasn't a late bloomer when I was a teenager, and like most of my peers, I had a crush since junior high school. Perhaps the feelings at that time were just like what many people recognized, just the simple good feelings of youth and ignorance, and had nothing to do with love. However, this does not affect the countless times of silently looking at that beautiful back and looking forward to it alone. It's just that with the separation of high school and her, those longings are like withered yellow leaves on the plane tree on the campus, and they are gone away with the wind.

When I was in high school, there was a female classmate who was a goddess in the hearts of many boys, and the confession she received was enough to bind it into a love letter. Under the influence of the classmates around me, I carefully read the 300 Tang poems and the appreciation of Song Ci, occupied two days of time that should have been going to the Internet café to play games, and wrote the first love letter in my life that has now been forgotten, and attached a seven-character limerick poem that I racked my brains to imitate and wrote at the end of the letter. However, after this painstaking work was given to the goddess, it didn't even make a wave. Every time I think of this, I will laugh at myself for the affection of the year, and think of the only sentence I remember: Yan dance is like a picture of spring, and the fragrance of flowers is like a goose sending me love.

Feelings can only be regarded as a condiment for me in middle school, and of course learning is not the main ingredient. After three years in the Internet café, he came south to study and work in this small city. The whole class gathered for the first time, and seeing that there were more women and fewer men in the classroom, I and many other male students had a greater yearning for the three years of university life.

After more than ten years of parental restraint, it can be summed up by surfing the Internet, playing ball, and sleeping in freshman years.

After the start of my sophomore year, I suddenly found out in my conscience that I couldn't sink like this anymore and that I should study seriously. Several brothers in the same dormitory commented on this phenomenon: It turns out that if you don't go to class all day, you will be empty.

When I actually sat in the classroom, I still felt bored, and slowly my attention shifted, and my eyes shifted from the podium to the female classmates.

gradually developed a good impression of a female classmate named Wu Hui in the class.

In my opinion, Wu Hui's beautiful appearance is enough. As for her courtesy to boys, she always rejects it and gives people a cold feeling, it doesn't matter.

A hero has three gangs, and a bandit has three companions. Through the careful investigation of the friends around her, I learned that although there are many boys who have pursued Wu Hui, they are all full of gold stars, and she has no boyfriend at present.

This is also expected, how can such a girl be so easy to catch.

I found out that Wu Hui's house is a three-hour drive from the school, and he basically doesn't go home except for the long vacation in the middle of the semester.

So I plucked up the courage to send an invitation to the girl in my heart on a weekend: Hello Wu Hui, I'm Cheng Zhutao, are you free today? I want to talk to you about something.

Who would have thought that this text message would be like the first love letter in life - a stone sinking into the sea.

After checking the class address book several times to confirm that the text message was not sent by mistake, and ruling out factors such as the phone being out of battery and being lost, I finally understood that Wu Hui had no intention of taking care of herself at all, and suddenly felt that all the fantasy scenes were the same as a certain expression in the movie - broken.

I've accumulated a lot of experience in gaming over the years, but I still don't know anything about feelings. After consulting the dormitory brothers, after analyzing the reasons for the failure, they came to a recognized conclusion: In Wu Hui's opinion, who are you Cheng Zhutao? Asking me out suddenly is definitely not going to be good.

Later, my behavior made everyone think that I should have been hit after falling out of love. If you want to summarize the daily performance during that period, the most standard description is the sample text that the primary and secondary school teachers gave to most of the students in the final comments.

In fact, of course, I was not stimulated, but decided to increase my exposure in front of Wu Hui.

The school does not force students to study at night, it is all up to everyone's consciousness, and of course I don't have this habit. Until one night during self-study time, I accompanied my golfer to the teaching building to pick up the clothes that were lost in the classroom. When his eyes suddenly found that familiar figure in a classroom, he immediately left his golfer, found a friend from the next classroom to borrow a book, and then sat down in an empty seat not far behind Wu Hui.

It wasn't until I sat down and found myself unprepared to come here, and I didn't know how long I would have to wait, thinking about how to pass the time.

Boredom, I flipped through the borrowed textbook and scratched my head when I saw the content. This professional book of economics is a book for me, so I simply took out my mobile phone to play the game, and kept an eye on the dynamics ahead.

I can't remember the first time I put down and picked up the phone, but I finally saw Wu Hui start to pack up the books. When the girl left her seat and was about to leave, she found out that she had come with a classmate named Li Jiajia in the same dormitory.

But this rare opportunity could not be given up, the two girls had just left through the front door, and I quickly slipped out the back door with my book.

Unexpectedly, the girl planned to go down the stairs near the back door. As soon as I went out, I found that I happened to stop in front of the girl, and I opened my mouth to say hello, but my heart was weak and I was speechless for a while.

It was Li Jiajia who spoke first: "What a coincidence." Cheng Zhutao, are you going back? If it weren't paired with the inscrutable smile on the girl's face, this sentence would be normal.

I could only smile awkwardly and say, "yes...... yes, what a coincidence. ”

Then he asked tentatively, "Why don't you go together?" ”

Without waiting for Wu Hui to speak, Li Jiajia had already agreed.

After walking a few steps, he was about to open his mouth to ease the awkward atmosphere, when he suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "Cheng Zhutao, the book I took just now will be sent to my dormitory in the evening, and there will be classes tomorrow morning." ”

Li Jiajia and I turned back together.

The friend seemed to think of something: "I'm not in a hurry, bye-bye." With that, he walked briskly downstairs from the other side.

At this time, the already embarrassing atmosphere was even more weird.

Li Jiajia looked at the cover of the book that I didn't completely roll up in my hand, and the three big words of economics were clear at a glance.

Dig your own pit and fill it yourself.

Looking at Wu Hui's beautiful but expressionless face, he stiffened his head and said with a dry smile: "Borrow it back to study it." Then he looked at Li Jiajia with a distress eye.

She forced a smile and said, "Very motivated, very good." ”

It's not a long way to get back to the dormitory from the building, but I think it's a long way. I never dreamed that the first time I had close contact with Wu Hui would be this situation. never got out of the embarrassing situation, and listened to Li Jiajia chirp like a sparrow along the way, occasionally echoing a few words. Wu Hui didn't speak at all, not knowing what he was thinking.