Ah Chi will also often think about her high school life, he did not participate in her high school life, but it has had an indelible impact on her high school life.

What exactly is like, you say? They hadn't seen each other for so long, but he filled her entire youth.

In my junior year of high school, in the playground, "But I really like him," Ah Chi took Ah Qiao's hand and told her, "I really, really like that boy, I like him, it's the kind of like I want to marry him." "But some people are destined to be impossible." Sure enough, the girl who studied science was rational enough.

Later, Ah Chi often remembered that during the mock exam, she had a small conversation with him.

His hair asked her if she had seen him look when he was angry. The answer is no. Has she ever seen him look embarrassed? The answer is still no.

She had only seen the young man's high-spirited appearance, he would stand a meter away from her to speak, he would speak from the podium in the distance, he would stand farther away to speak as a representative of the whole school, he would stand in her lost youth, forever young, forever flamboyant.

Time passed so fast, so fast that before she had time to muster enough courage, it was all over.

When she was in high school, she sent him some messages. She would often post some words praising him for his good studies. The one she remembered the most, he said angrily, don't say that he studied well. Words can really convey emotions, and at a certain moment, she felt the anxiety and helplessness of that teenager. Or rather, she was as anxious as the teenager.

That time, she messaged him to comfort him. He said that since he was in high school, she was the only one who would comfort him.

Some people's youth ended so easily, Ah Chi was never afraid of the result. It's just that sometimes there is a little unwillingness. It would have been nice if she could have changed something more then. Liking someone is a vexatious thing, just like in the teaching building of a high school, a girl once wrote all her likes into poems that others couldn't read, and then sealed them in time. She thought that one day, his boy might see the letters, as he did in the novel.

However, life and fiction are destined to be different, and her youth comes to an end along with the letters that eat ashes in the corner. She kept wondering if there was any way to keep them in that summer, in a certain class.

That time, she was distracted in math class, and the math teacher asked questions, and he secretly moved his manuscript paper in front of her. Unfortunately, even if you know the standard answer, you can't answer the questions you haven't read.

In the end, her liking only burned herself to ashes and buried it under the osmanthus tree that summer.

If someone is destined to have an empty rejoicing, replace that person with her. She is not afraid of the heat that burns into ashes, but only the mediocrity that can be seen at a glance. However, she prefers to keep her story flat, as long as his story is lively enough.

After a long, long time, Zhao Xingchi will be relieved, she doesn't often think of that young man, she doesn't often think of her past.

I don't know if it's too much inscription, but she likes to summarize everything she does.

She thought, should she also make a summary of her young heartbeat?

What did she like about that teenager? I can't think of it anymore. All she remembered was that the boy was wearing a white shirt, standing in the sun, shining.

Zhao Xingchi knows the high-spirited scholar boy, the moon on the sea, and the star in the sky, but maybe in his eyes, he is a young man who is not talented enough, and he can only struggle among many talented teenagers. He's just an ordinary person, and he needs a girl who can treat him like an ordinary person.

Zhao Xingchi and Shen Weiwei chatted later.

Shen Weiwei said that she was very envious that she could have someone she liked during that time.

Zhao Xingchi also felt that he was indeed lucky to meet that boy.

On the day he officially announced his relationship, Zhao Xingchi was very painful.

She felt that she should not continue to like him, that it was immoral. At that time, Shen Weiwei was her tablemate. Shen Weiwei told Zhao Xingchi very firmly that he liked to be innocent.

Even though Zhao Xingchi never sent a message to that boy again, that love continued for a long time.

Zhao Xingchi also reads some novels, and one day, she suddenly asked herself, do you really like that boy?

People say that there is no reason to like someone. But Zhao Xingchi can list many reasons why she likes that teenager.

After that, she remembered a phrase that described herself as in the best shape.

Love has a place to come, and love has no way back.

All she knew was that the liking in those days was real, and that feeling of her heart beating faster was there.

There is no point in talking about others, and the heartbeat of youth and the fragrance of the osmanthus tree under the teaching building that year drifted away together.

On the day he graduated from junior high school and left school, a classmate brought a mobile phone and a selfie stick and took a lot of photos with Zhao Xingchi and other classmates.

Perhaps, that afternoon after taking photos is the real end of the whole story, and now they are just a sequel to the continuation of life.

Getting older makes people more mature and rational. Love has grown from the ignorant green shoots of a teenager to a towering tree, and has been pulled into reality from the fantasy of a girl, and then consumed and scattered in reality.

A few years later, Zhao Xingchi just wanted to say to himself at that time that there were no gods in the world. If you really like someone, you want to have a result with him. First of all, you have to find a way to get the god in you to step down from the altar first.

And so ends their story.