Deep Affection

All the students on the first floor of the North Fourth Floor of Liucheng No. 3 Middle School knew that Xu Qinghe from the second grade had a crush on a junior high school student from the first semester who had just come to school for one semester. During the days when he had a crush on him, he would meet him almost every day. He would send love to the junior, blow a kiss with his pen, and call out the junior's name again and again, his voice sweet and greasy. But the junior high school boy has never seen any famous scenes. After all, where does his face and ability lie? He is a serious student with many beautiful girls chasing him, and there is no shortage of beautiful butterflies flying around him. To him, this one-sided attack is just a slightly older woman, and there is really no difference in other things. After chasing for a while, a girl in the class asked her whether she felt shameful about chasing after a junior who was younger than her and countless times more excellent and noble than her every day. Xu Qinghe responded generously, "What's wrong with liking a seventeen-year-old girl? Those who come from there know no shame and boldly pursue love in their crazy youth." The junior student didn't seem to be that easy to chase, and her friends also advised her not to let herself fall. Xu Qinghe only smiled and said: "It's just a boring pastime in youth. Just chase me for fun and see how long my popularity will last. There will be a kid who really likes me." But after chasing him, he gradually got used to it. Once he got used to it, it would become out of control. When he found that this good feeling turned into like and then slowly turned into love, Xu Qinghe backed down and the unreciprocated love had to stop in time. After realizing her crazy behavior, Xu Qinghe slowly controlled herself from searching for Fu Boru on campus and in restaurants, and even prayed not to meet him again, but it didn't work. She used to pray that Fu Boru would greet him generously and let him be impressed by her charm. After meeting several times by chance, the two spoke once when Xu Qinghe unilaterally broke off the relationship. "You got your little book back. It's Li Bai's poems, not Du Mu's." Xu Qinghe looked at the book in his hand, said nothing, took his friend and left. Her friend asked her midway through: "If you don't want to see Fu Boru, just bow your head. What kind of poem are you reciting? Just forget about it. You recited it wrong. It's so embarrassing! You're not living up to expectations." Xu Qinghe lowered his head in despair and answered his friend: "Then reading poetry can relieve my heart rate. I can calm down a little. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't do something to Fu Boru. When I see him, I will jump like a gunman." Intention: To like is to be generous and generous, to love is to start to feel inferior.