Later, Zuo Yue went to the best high school in our city, while I chose a private high school. It was also at this time that I came to Lin Cheyong, a person I don't understand why there is such a great charm that I like so much.

We were in a class and he was sitting next to me. He doesn't like to talk or laugh. It makes me kind of like him, at least he doesn't have to be like those guys who spun around the girls all day with a smile on their faces. It made me kind of a little admirer of him.

I only have Sundays off every week, and sometimes I don't want to go home. I feel that I am a child without a mother, and that home is not suitable for me, no matter how warm it is. Although I affectionately called Qiao Nan's mother a mother, I thought in my heart that she must not be my mother after all. Qiao Nan is my brother's name, and sometimes I really think that I should be called Qiao Bei, so that I will be better than him, and everything will be better than him. I think this is the jealousy that belongs to the **naked, I am jealous that he is better than me, and jealous that he has a pair of biological parents by his side.

One lonely Sunday, I called my dad and lied to him about too much homework, so I didn't have time to go home and didn't go home. Then when I was bored by myself, I ran to the playground to play, stood under the Ferris wheel, and looked up at the sadness of the season.

That's when I saw a family of three. The little girl was very cute, and the family sat in the car and then the mother took the little girl to ride the wooden horse, and she was very happy. My heart hurt like it had been stabbed suddenly. I've only played with Zuo Yue, but my mother left me early. These are unattainable dreams for me.

So I started running, trying to throw all my sadness into the wind behind me. I ran so fast that I fell hard. There was a large piece of skin on his arm. I struggled to get up and sat on a chair on the side of the road and watched the passers-by come and go, but I didn't cry. The reason is just that I'm a person who doesn't like tears.

When I went back to school in the evening for self-study, it suddenly rained again. When I ran to the classroom, I was half drenched. I walked straight to my seat and sat down, and Lin Cheyong next to me was also lying there doing my homework.

Just as I was taking my book out of the table, a piece of clothing was handed to me. Lin Cheyong looked at me and said, "Put it on, otherwise you will catch a cold." "I was a little touched and took my clothes and put them on.

He was a head taller than me, so I wore his clothes bigger, and I kept rolling up my sleeves to be able to write better. Maybe it was when he rolled up his sleeves that he saw the skin on my arm, and he didn't know where to find a bottle of red potion and a bag of cotton swabs and put them on my desk for me to rub the medicine myself. I started to clumsily rub myself on my own medicine, and when he saw this, he frowned and said, "I'll help you." Then he started to rub the medicine for me, and he was not gentle at all, and the pain made me a little bared and cracked.

Maybe that's when I started to like him. But how could I say that I liked him at that very simple age?