Can Angels Fly? (Angel Version)

Is this a story? Or a novel?

This is the sky when I miss you Thank you, I said I won't be able to access the Internet anymore, but I'm still online. I don't know what genre this is. Think of it as an essay or a journal. This week's trial test is over, and so is the major exam. I want to take a brief breath of relief and write a text. Suddenly I realized that I was really lazy. I talked some words alone until dawn. I was alone in front of the dazzling screen, maybe I was stabbed to tears. I was telling some things here alone, and I finally recalled them so clearly. Did I say I was going to forget them? Maybe said. But that's because I don't want to forget. This morning Kiwi said I might leave on January 19th. I was stunned for a moment, and then said, didn't it mean December? My mother's friend is leaving on the 19th, and I want to go with her. That's right. In fact, I still want to stay a little longer. I really can't bear to leave. I leaned against the railing, and in front of me was the playground I had seen countless times, and the people we had talked about countless times. Those people were walking slowly, and I still remember how excited I was when I used my myopic eyes to carefully watch them play for the first time. What a dynamic group of people they were, but now they have become quiet for some reason. The way they walked was like the way Kiwi and I walked slowly from the fourth floor to the first floor to fill the water. I was joking along the way, but the weather was too hot, so I wanted to go home. In winter I want to go home and have a cup of tea. In the summer, I want to go home and blow on the air conditioner. But year after year, I saw the changes in those people. From one end of the playground, drinking water like that, walked slowly to the other end. This seems to be the most obvious line, but I really haven't looked at it carefully. Kiwi pointed at a certain first grade student and said, I never expected that a first grade student would also have a full school uniform. It's so new. I said what's the matter? Our school uniforms look old. She said yes, it makes sense. But we all know how much each other wants to go back to the first grade of junior high school, and then see the people on the other side through the gap in the turning corridor. We no longer have this habit. When we went down the stairs, we said to the group of people that this is our territory. Those people smiled weakly and tastelessly. Then I just talked and felt like crying. Our sight was blocked by a crooked tree, and we could only see some fragments of the people on the other side. Then with such a hazy feeling, we enjoyed the entire ten minutes, as if this was the world of our entertainment, without other impurities. No way, I'm just an emotional person. Because of my failure in an exam, I cried softly three times during the afternoon self-study. Three times, my eyes were swollen from crying. When I noticed that everyone was looking at me, I buried my head in my arms in embarrassment, but I didn't show that embarrassment. I just shed more tears surrounded by my arms. Kiwi came over to comfort me. I just discovered that comforting people, or making up white lies, is disrespectful to the person being comforted. But I didn't tell Kiwi that. He just forced a smile, and in an instant, all the hypocrisy came out. What I give to others is only one side of myself. The other side of me is kept in my heart. Never even cried on Kiwi's shoulder. She just reassured me that it would pass. I said Kiwi, let's go to that corridor again sometime. Kiwi said that back then, this was really our world. I said you will say next year that the corridor on the fourth floor is our world. Kiwi stopped talking. I understand, what she wants to say is that next year, I will be in the southern hemisphere, and every plant here is a commemoration of the past. Kiwi, I said, you will have a new friend who misses me like this. You will say anything to her, but then you will no longer miss me. Kiwi said, how is that possible? I said, no matter what happens to you, I lost a very important friend during my three years of junior high school. I left her to New Zealand. Kiwi was speechless. I'm just saying, once you get there, your speaking won't be so bad. Then she chased me all over the fourth floor. But I have been chasing him all day long, catching up with the river that is about to flow away. I caught up with the people sitting on the shore, raised my head slightly, and looked at the sun shining on a piece of clean land. Then the people there got wealth and lived a happy life. In the days when they had plenty of food and clothing, they began to miss the past. Suddenly found unhappy. Not happy. Kiwi, I will not be happy if you come to New Zealand. Kiwi said you are such a person, don't you still have a phone and sex? I said I won't be able to get up in October. Kiwi said I will call you and you will report to me your situation at school. I rolled my eyes at her, are you the leader? She smiled. The group of people downstairs occasionally looked up. Kiwi looked at them with a smile. This kind of get out of class makes us very rich. This is how people are, if they get a little bit of hope, they are very satisfied. Besides, we are still young. Besides, we had to be separated at such a young age. What's more, we started talking about those in the first grade of junior high school as children. What's more, my words started to get messy. What's more, the music in my ears goes back to Fan Fan's "Those Flowers" and Bandari. I put up a poster at home, which belongs to Huang Yali. The sky is a little pale because it's raining. People downstairs don't like to hold umbrellas and let the rain hit them. There are some small drops of water on the railing, and there are papers in the office downstairs, papers with scores, papers that are about to reveal their fate. There are some idle people upstairs, like me. Such as Kiwi. Kiwi drinks a cup of Mengniu Sour Yogurt. The way she drinks it looks like she reminds her of her past signature: I am a big baby. She said, aren't you? Then he tossed his hair, looking very proud. I reached out to catch the rain, but it was all in vain. Vanity of vanities, vanity of vanities, everything is vanity. Kiwi, I wanted to write something to you. Kiwi, actually I know that I have written a letter, but they are all letters that cannot be sent and you cannot see. Kiwi, I have always thought that one day we can cross the street where I live with the dense plane trees, and then we can take the bus to the suburbs together and bask in the sun beside a clean creek. Then he didn't speak. The sun doesn't speak, you don't speak, and I don't speak. Not even a flower spoke. Kiwi, I'm writing something about you. I think of that summer vacation when we were arguing about the plot of this story. The plot you want is what you want in reality, and I said, reality and fiction are two different things to me. Then you stubbornly said that I wrote a horror article and you were the dead old lady who picked up garbage. I didn't hit you, I just laughed in front of the computer. I thought of my classmates talking about "Drinking Won Chaos" sung by someone in Nanjing and it was covered by an old lady. My thinking is very strange, how can I think of this? Kiwi, in the next life we ​​will be two pebbles and stay awake all year round in the straits of Northern Europe. Kiwi, if I go to New Zealand in my spare time, you must show me around and then eat at the best restaurants there. Kiwi, you know I love good food. But I haven't gained weight, probably because I practiced dancing when I was a child. Now thinking about those days of dancing, looking at myself dancing in front of the big mirror in the dance studio, I feel a little empty in my heart. Kiwi, I have wanted to write to you for a long time, and I have written to you in Xiaohua Clothes. I don't know why I want to write something that you can't see, and I feel a little annoyed and aggrieved. Kiwi, I cried three times at noon today, oh, you know why, don't lie about Xiaosi in the future, I don't like that. Kiwi, help me tell classmate Xiaosi that I ate out with her on Saturday. The food in the restaurant you recommended to me last time was really delicious, even though it was my first time to eat ramen in a roadside shop. Kiwi, please go to the school cafeteria and help me use my last 18 yuan someday. I'm going to recharge it soon. Please don't eat it all for me. Kiwi, I am very frugal these days. I only buy one cup of Uni-President milk tea or Yaha milk tea a day, unlike before when I buy one cup and then another cup of 7up or Mountain Dew. Kiwi, I turn my head to look at the sky outside every day. It is blocked by the plane trees, and there is only a blur of orange-red sky and the sound of people talking. I thought about our walk from one end of the road to the other on a rainy day, and I finally believed that the political book was right about how enjoyable it was. Fortunately, politics is an open book course. Otherwise, how would we make up for the previous lessons that were wasted by us doing other homework? Kiwi, my grades have dropped a bit. I can't lose to them. Can't lose to them. They all thought I was sad because I didn't get the first place in the English test, but that was not the case. I just want to cry, just cry like that. I wrote five lines of "What should I do" on the table. On the third line, I cried. On the fourth line, I buried my head in my arms. On the fifth line, I curled up as if I had a stomachache. Kiwi, on the day you leave, will you turn around at the airport and look at this city where you have lived for fourteen years? The day you leave, will you think of our happy days on the plane? Kiwi, don't tell me the day you leave, I will be sad. I don't like the scene of parting. I can't lie on your shoulder and cry loudly. I will only do the questions desperately to forget that it is the day you leave. Kiwi, the day you leave, I will be at home with the scratch paper in front of me, covered with unclear lines and patterns. Kiwi, the day you leave, I will think of the dreams we once had, and then laugh at the joyful voice. Kiwi, the day you left was calm and everything was peaceful. It only took less than a day for you to go from the northern hemisphere to the southern hemisphere. Kiwi, you will see your dear mother in New Zealand, and you will be proud to say that you are also an overseas Chinese. Kiwi, I remember you said that the school will not return your student card to you. Then one day when I help the teacher go to the department to get the registration card and get it stamped, will I burst into tears when I see your picture? The way you smile in the photo, the olive green clothes, all emerge in my memory. How much I will miss the little girl who said goodbye to me in my memory, smiling without scruples at a certain time and place. Kiwi, I may lie down on the railing alone next year and watch the group of people we have seen grow again and see what they will become. I am not a very bold person. When you go to New Zealand, there is no one to make me stronger. I have to rely on myself. But I still think of the sky today, it's raining. Kiwi, I might be staring at a damp plant next to the playground in a daze, thinking of the way we looked into the distance in the corridor this afternoon. Kiwi, I might look at the empty classroom and be the last one to go home. Looking at your empty seat, I feel sad. Kiwi, I may look at the wall we once leaned against, the window we climbed through, and then the sun shines brightly and pierces my eyes. Kiwi, I may be like a lonely woman, with dark purple hair hanging on clothes with regular patterns, and then in a field of sunflowers, step by step, let my eyes move into the distance. Kiwi, I might even buy a book and have a good cry, and then I'll think about the past and you. Kiwi, I may think of the rich lavender fields and Provence, which we both said we would go to, and then smile, and then cry. Kiwi, I may think of us chasing the sunshine in early autumn, stepping on the withered leaves, catching up with the last beam of light, this beam of light has opened up the entire year. Kiwi, I may think of the streets we walked together, our footprints faded away, and then the wind blew, and everything became a mark in my heart. Kiwi, I may think of you saying on your penis that you are a fish that no one wants. I may think of people calling you Fluffy because they misheard your name. I might think of giving you an English name called Kiwi. Kiwi, I still call you that, and you may hear it when you walk into a very luxurious airport. Sorry, I can't get you on the plane. Kiwi, I think about you going to New Zealand, walking the streets there with a very close friend, eating hot food, feeling so happy, and really, not jealous at all. But you can't forget me. Kiwi, if we meet again in a few years, please smile to me and we hug together, remembering the corridors, words, laughter, and tears when we were young. Kiwi, I'm almost speechless. As I typed, I felt discomfort and coldness coming from my fingertips. Maybe it's because the weather is a little cold. Kiwi, when I do morning exercises, I may see the latter girl next to me, and I feel a little empty and sad. Kiwi, if you want to be happy, you must. This is a blessing from a friend. Kiwi, sometime, we will definitely be in the turning corridor on the second floor, looking at the memories of the past. At some point, we will definitely go back to the fourth floor and catch up. At some point, we must walk around and around the playground. When will we go to the water fountain again and forget to fill it up because we are so excited? When... Just those things may have changed in a few years. I heard that the school is going to be moved. When you come back, what you will see is a ruin. But I am no longer in this land. Like you, I am in a foreign land. Study somewhere else and live a normal life somewhere else. At some point, we must go see the lavender fields, they mean waiting. I copied the notes alone. A man watched the paper fly past his eyes. A person listens to music. One thinks about the way we used to be. Who will share my memories with me. Perhaps, in a certain era, such a time is turned over and dusted. Maybe we are all like this, each other is old, each other forgets the same sky and sighs. You have to remember, Kiwi. What you see when you look up is the sky when I miss you. Day by day, yes.

Bug, how long has it been since you came?

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I thought about this story yesterday, and it turns out I saw it on Chongchong, haha I don't remember the score… Come on, Chongchong