When we meet again, you are you, I am me, and we are strangers who have never met - Cheng Xiao

A year after the honor left, I always saw him in my dreams, he still followed me silently in a white tracksuit, every time I turned around he disappeared, I shouted desperately, cried desperately, he did not appear, but every time I turned around, I could clearly feel his existence, later, I never looked back at him, in the dream, I kept walking forward, he silently followed me, just like my shadow, always accompanied, never left.

In the three years of junior high school, honor disappeared in my life, in the second year of junior high school, even in a dream, I rarely saw him, I never cried because I couldn't find him, I accepted God's arrangement, accepted the fact that he had left, and at the moment I wanted to understand, I finally realized that he was just a passerby in my life, spending a period of time with me, seeing some scenery, and then stepping out of my life to become someone else's landscape. Time has made me rational and mature, and I have learned to cherish and forget, so he was buried deep in my memory and never mentioned again.

When I was in high school, I was admitted to a very famous school, and ran away from home alone, I never thought that I would meet him again, the person who had walked out of my life reappeared in my life, at that moment the dusty memory was opened, the past years reappeared, the childhood qiē was so real, the long-lost familiarity came to my heart, and tears came out of my eyes very uncompetitively, until this moment I didn't know that I had never forgotten him, never. Fate is always like this, it can make you cry with joy, or it can hurt you without complete skin, just as I didn't think that I would meet honor again, and I didn't expect that when we meet again, we are already strangers. When I shouted "honor" and ran to him excitedly, but fell on all fours due to the confusion of the cerebellum, he passed by my side like that, his expression was relaxed and natural, his movements were slow and graceful, without a trace of hesitation, without a moment of sluggishness, without looking at me, just like that, the clouds and breezy walked in front of me, leaving me with a vague back. I know he doesn't remember me anymore, so I don't want to remember him anymore, and sure enough, a passerby is a passerby, and he won't come back when he leaves.

The life of high school is boring and boring, every day in addition to studying is learning, it is difficult to survive a year, this year I have new friends, a new life, I have met him a few times in this year, each time is a hurried rubble, each other does not have a look exchange, he and me, has become a passerby. In the second year of high school, at the request of the student union, the members of the student union came to help the newly enrolled students as labor, one morning, I can't remember how many new students I received, how many bags I carried, how many bags I carried, just felt that the bones of the whole body hurt, the whole person was extremely tired, but unfortunately the revolution has not yet succeeded, and the beauty still needs to work hard. When I took the freshman's suitcase, a hand came up to stop my next move, and I looked up to see that the man was still wearing a white T-shirt, and the sunlight was shining from behind him, making him even more handsome and charming. "Go back to your dorm and rest, this is the job that a boy should do, you are a girl to make a fuss. As he spoke, he carried the suitcase on his shoulder and walked towards the dormitory, the back in his memory became taller, and I was covered in his back, and I felt inexplicably at ease. "Honor, you... Do you still know me?" "I don't know fools who can only be stubborn. "It's so easy to be happy, it's okay to be in one sentence, it's so easy to be moved, it's okay for one person. At this moment, inexplicable happiness, despite the many years that have passed, this person still touches my affection so easily, even if now he is no longer behind me, but I am standing behind him, looking up at that familiar back.