Fall 2014

For the students of Changchun No. 6 Experimental Middle School, a semester is basically spent from the oppression of monthly exams, mid-term exams, and final exams. And so I reached the third semester over and over again.

For me, who has no talent or any special skills, I have built up my so-called "self-confidence" since I got the fifth place in the first exam. For me, the test score is as big as the sky, and while studying hard and gradually squeezing into the top three, I will not miss, and on the other hand, I will become "suffering from gains and losses" for my academic performance. The mental pressure also increased with the important exams, but at this time I was not yet conscious, and I was enjoying the added superiority brought by my academic performance.

There are many moments when comparisons are encountered, although they are generally not compared, after all, for middle school students, academic achievement is everything. But when I see a good-looking girl, or a handsome boy, although psychologically I will pick up my academic performance to win in my heart because of the psychological defense mechanism, I have always understood that what cannot be compared is that I can't compare, and I am still the one with low self-esteem.

On Saturday, my parents had a rare break at home, and my mother slipped out early in the morning to find my aunt to get her hair done.

My father was chatting with me while watching TV, "What's it called, play Shibai, her parents seem to be divorced, and they seem to have been divorced since they were in sixth grade." ”

When I heard this, my heart tightened, but my expression did not change, and I said "um".

Although my father was chatting endlessly, I basically couldn't listen to it, recalling the helplessness on her face when I met Shibai last year, I guess it was also related to this matter, and then remembering that she was already a single-parent family, my desire to protect had exploded.

My home, the image community, is located next door to Liuqing District Middle School.

Afternoon.

Chen Tingyu, another of my best friends. When his name is mentioned, the first reaction must be elegant, easy-going, and literati. If Ye Qing has no goal in communication and treats everyone equally, then Chen Tingyu has goals, especially for girls.

Tingyu lives close to me and often comes to me on weekends for a walk.

The other side

In the sixth grade, my parents chose to divorce on impulse, despite my incompatible personality. I'm with my mother now, I made an appointment with them, and I followed my father in high school.

Today, Xue Yueyu can be regarded as my best friend since elementary school. In fact, I don't have many friends around. My personality is pseudo-cheerful in one word, some people will not pay attention to my heart, they can only see my smile; Some people may see my vulnerability and helplessness, but pretend not to know and don't want to get involved in my heart, after all, who doesn't have a story. So I was suffering from not having a friend to talk to, and I felt deeply lonely and longed for someone to understand me. Even Xue Yueyu, who is a very good friend, is the type who understands everything and occasionally comforts me, but never wants to go deeper.

She lives near Liuqing District Middle School, and yesterday was her birthday, because I have always been a strong outgoing and cheerful person (I pull across when there are many people), so I chose to celebrate her on the second day of her birthday, when there was no one around.

Return

Tingyu and I wandered around for a long time, and finally slipped back to Liuqing District Middle School.

Autumn was crisp, Tingyu and I were lazily on the street, and inadvertently saw a familiar but unfamiliar figure in my field of vision. For a while, many emotions such as surprise and surprise poured into my mind.

"Why are you here?" I asked her first.

"Ah, oh, Ao, I'm with her for her birthday, it's not a birthday, I'm going to come out to play, her house is here."

"Isn't this a potato?"

"Who's a potato?" Xue Yueyu was my primary school classmate with Shibai, and she gave me a lot of "care" as the leader of the group in elementary school, but she has always been low in height and has a round face, so I directly called her nickname.

The two of us were still the same as last time, when the face of this group of people began to fall apart, so in order to break the deadlock, I decided to say goodbye to Shibai, "You guys go play, I won't bother Ao, Shibai will go back and send me a message." I regretted it, because I didn't ask her out or send her home, I just wanted to keep her and talk to her more.

But Shibai probably doesn't think as much as I do.

"Well, good" just responded, and didn't refute much.

After that, I froze in the direction she was walking, and even forgot about Tingyu, who had been with me all the time without speaking.

"Ah Song, it's really rare for you to be so affectionate, hehe." Zhang Tingyu spoke.

"It's not what you think, that's my sister. I won't say much about what hehe thinks, anyway, I'm already in a situation where I can't argue. Compared to this, in fact。。。。。。 So you say I want to comfort her, how do I intervene. "I told Tingyu from beginning to end, including my relationship with Shibai and what happened at her family. I know this shouldn't be talked about, but considering that Tingyu is an "outsider" between us, at the same time, I should listen to other people's opinions in this kind of aspect that I am not good at

"To be honest, in this case, if you intervene, you will definitely intervene in her heart, what will happen in the future is not something that we middle school students who have no experience can think of, I hope you will think about it more."

At the moment, I was in a high mood, and I didn't think much about it, and my shallow life experience didn't make me have the capital to think too much.

Evening.

After eating with my parents, with a "ding dong", Cine's classic prompt sound.

As I expected, "I'm home!" (๑•̀ω•́๑)", a message sent by Shibai.

Report:

"Uh-huh"

"What, if you have anything in the future, you can rely on me!"

White:

"Well, okay, but what can actually be the matter, I'm fine, it's fine."

Report:

“…...”

White:

“……”

Report:

"It's not early, you go to sleep."

White:

"Okay, good night (๑•̀ω•́๑)."

Report:

"Good night."

In the days that followed, we kept a minimum of good night to each other every day, sometimes chatting a few more words, and I began to get to know her a little bit, such as her love of singing and dancing, and longing to be on stage. However, I have never touched on the affairs of her house, and I never take the initiative to ask, which also makes it seem like there is a wall between us.