From 19 to 32, I Lived My Life Like This

In the past thirteen years, I have used five 20-yuan imitation leather wallets. I am 32 years old this year. I looked at the heavy rain hitting the security window with the smell of cigarette smoke that could not be washed away and the sincerity of four dead bodies. I took out a slap in the face: Lin Shengchao, what kind of hell have you lived your life? Until the high school that had been silent for many years suddenly lit up. A graduation photo of the repeat class of No. 2 Middle School in 2012 made everyone ask frantically in the middle of the night: "Who still has Bai Yunjiao's contact information? I traced the cold horizontal line in her circle of friends, opened the drawer, and dug out the old notes I had secretly hidden. At that time, the No. 2 Middle school with the worst conditions in the county was my shelter. I was dawdling around and kicking her stool, while Bai Yunjiao, the cold-blooded top student in the school, grabbed my 47-point math paper with a black pen: "Lin Shengchao, if you want to live, take your mind off my stool." During the coldest winter rain, there was a power outage in the classroom. Under the dim candlelight, she looked at my hands that were covered with frostbite and trembling slightly, and asked softly: "Don't you like Kobe?" The number 24 is printed on your schoolbag. That night, I worked hard on the redox reaction for the twentieth time. We once thought that if we work hard, we can always be together. But in the long passage of Kunming Railway Station, she was dressed in military uniform and had nowhere to go. From the moment she didn't have the truth, I was stuck on the path she didn't want. It was raining heavily today, and the nineteen-year-old boy and I drank a glass of low-quality liquor. Tell him: Forget it.