The world says that my first love is Bai Yueguang, and in the heart of my first boyfriend, I may just be an insignificant and inglorious mark in his life.

I don't know how to describe that first love that came and broke up.

That year, at the age of eighteen, the countdown to the college entrance examination was less than 100 days, and the whim of the head teacher made us a group of people who were full of confusion about the future to start their first independent choice, and I still remember that the head teacher suddenly felt a little emotional that day, and suddenly said that everyone could freely change seats, after all, after the college entrance examination, some people will always not meet easily. The class suddenly remembered the enthusiastic cheers. Obviously, most of these cheers came from the scumbags, including me, of course.

Maybe with some caution, my little friend Jiang Xiaoning and I sat in the back row of Xuebawang Yinan, and as soon as we settled down, we began to worship and pat others' ass, hoping that when I was asked a question in English class, people could give me a reminder. English teachers are the most likely to ask questions and punish students. We sat behind him with our backs to the trees to enjoy the shade. I don't remember how long we had been arguing, but I just heard each other's words, "Okay, I know."

I think he's a guy with a lot of depth. He has the maturity and stability that a boy who does not belong to this age group, and even, there is some coldness.

Jiang Xiaoning and I are both people who are relatively easy to be content with the status quo and settle with what happens, and on the afternoon of the day we changed seats, we already mingled with the people around us.

Wang Yinan is the most difficult mountain to conquer, and he didn't accept the rainbow fart that Jiang Xiaoning and I blew on him, but he didn't refuse either.

In English class, I was asked by the teacher to spell a word, and Wang Yinan wrote it down on a blank piece of paper with a pencil and tapped his index finger to remind me.

There was no danger, and I passed the test safely, I drew a cartoon villain on the paper, which read: The little woman thanks the hero for saving her life. Carefully folded it several times before throwing it to Wang Yinan while the teacher was not paying attention.

He replied: You're welcome.

I can't remember how many times the note was sent back and forth, and the number of words he replied to each time was not much, but he basically replied.

Maybe I'm too enthusiastic, maybe I'm different from the quiet female schoolboys around him, or maybe he enjoys the feeling of being adored. One slightly cool afternoon, I received a confession from Wang Yinan, he said, let's be together.

Sure enough, there is depth, worthy of Wang Yinan. The confession is different from the other, a blank piece of paper, except for the six big characters, there is not a single extra punctuation mark on it.