Fine Trees of Shanghai

My story is actually very ordinary, I don't know if it can be called a secret love. I haven't seen him since I graduated from high school. The last time I saw him was on the day after the college entrance examination. He got off the bus to take the exam at another school. I went against the flow of people getting off the bus to pick up my friend who was going to another school. When I looked up, I saw him wearing a mask. At that time, the epidemic was still a bit dangerous, so during the last period of time, When I saw him wearing a mask, I looked straight at him. This time, I didn't lower my head to avoid looking. I stopped and watched him slowly walk past me. I suddenly turned around and looked at his back. It turned out that the last time I saw him was to watch him leave the examination room, and from then on, I walked out of my youth. I saw him for the first time in my second year of high school, and I will never forget that glimpse of him on the school road. Later, I saw him from time to time in school, but not often. Whenever I went to the cafeteria or physical education class, I looked at him the most, and I kept it in my heart and pretended not to care. Later, I found out about his class and name through an accidental night chat in the dormitory. It turned out that I was not the only one who noticed him. To be honest, he was tall and clean-looking. His roommate said that many people were chasing him, but he said he didn't want to fall in love. Later, when I was in my third year of high school, that was the period when I saw him the most, and it was also the last period. There were more and more sunny days in winter and spring, and classmates all liked to go to the corridor to bask in the sun. Then I accidentally discovered that he was basking in the sun with his classmates in the open space outside their class on the first floor. Later, I would go out and lie on the balcony during every class break. The perspective from the fourth floor was very clear. Sometimes I hoped that he would look up, but I was afraid that he would. I can't remember which month it is, the weather is getting warmer, and there is no need to bask in the sun. There are fewer people outside the corridor, but I still go there often, hoping to lie down and watch him for ten more minutes. But when the weather got hot, he never came out again. Time passed again, and it was time to send blessings for the college entrance examination. The juniors and younger students made a message board with post-it notes of blessings on it. Looking at the densely packed colored papers, I didn't know why I struggled for a long time. Finally, I picked out the most beautiful post-it note on the desk and wrote his name one stroke at a time. Good luck in the college entrance examination. But I didn't dare to post it myself. I think I was afraid that others would know my secret thoughts, and that they would think that in the eyes of my friends and classmates, I, who had no desires or desires, would be like this one day. I am an awkward person, so only my deskmate knew that I had been following him for a long time, so I asked my deskmate to post it for me. Maybe he saw it, I hope he saw it, and at least we could have a brief intersection. Now when I write this, I feel regretful. I should have put that post-it note on myself, and I should have known him earlier. At that time, I was proud and inferior, awkward and sensitive, and I was always worried about various factors that had not happened. During the summer vacation after graduation, I suddenly dreamed of him one day. After I woke up, my unwillingness became magnified. I really wanted to know which university he went to. I didn't know why I had to know. Maybe I could find another reason to convince myself of our impossibility. Tangled up and down, two months later I got his testimonials through my English teacher. The night I was waiting for him to pass the test, I was very nervous and my whole body was shaking. I thought about various possibilities in my mind. After I passed the test, I racked my brains and thought over and over again before sending each message. However, he would always reply to me after a while when he texted me. I couldn't help but wonder if I was bothering him and would he be annoyed by me. I couldn't bear to ask him why. I felt it was too rude. I was afraid of embarrassing myself and was often anxious. It felt really uncomfortable to wait for someone to reply to messages. Later, I accidentally mentioned this to a friend, who said maybe he was playing games, and it suddenly dawned on me, maybe, but it passed. During these few chats, I felt that it might not be appropriate, and I didn't want to talk anymore. My love seemed to fade away. The night I finally cut off contact, I was chatting with a friend. My friend was surprised to find that his name sounded familiar, and discovered that one day not long after graduation, he took the initiative to add my friend's email address and WeChat, saying that he often saw my friend in school and wanted to get to know him. But I know what it means to let a restrained boy who says he "doesn't want to fall in love" take the initiative to add a girl's contact information. My heart suddenly became cold, because my friend and I often go to and from school and we can be said to be inseparable, but he only saw my friend, and then I secretly looked at him in another dimension. Looking at the last green message in the chat box, I deleted his contact information and ended the story.

He and I should be considered childhood sweethearts. When he was a child, he was a naughty guy and liked to play tricks on me with my brother. I disliked him very much and even hated him a little. Later, when I went to school, I was introverted. I often couldn't blend into groups and was always alone. Several years passed like this. At that time, I had some mental problems, and he suddenly appeared. It was a coincidence (in fact, we had not seen each other for a long time at that time). He accompanied me to and from school every day, and we walked through countless mornings and evenings together, from spring to winter. He would chat with me every day, talk about the things he liked, and tell me which anime character I resembled... It went on like this for a long time. I also came out slowly. Our relationship is getting better and better. He would choose me between his friends and me without hesitation. Also when playing games, he chooses to let me go and let me win. He is very nice to me. Then one day, one of his friends asked me if he liked me, but I didn't answer. Since then, my feelings for him seem to have changed. They are no longer as pure as before, but have something else. Because we are so close, friends around me always tease me and him. Everyone thought he liked me, even me. But the truth is that he doesn't like me, he just treats me as his sister. Later, I met someone who liked me very much. It turns out that when I liked him, there was also someone who liked me silently. Finally, I wish you all the best in the future. We all need to be good.

Perhaps it is the most sincere words that touch people's hearts. The author uses the perspective of the heroine to witness the acquaintance between Zhou Jingwei and Xu Jiamu until the end. Secret love is really a one-man show for a girl, she will have her own little thoughts. When she looked at the scenery outside the window and the clouds in the sky, she would think of that young man. He might not be that special, but he still amazed her for a long time. Maybe it's his gentleness, or maybe it's his saying "become a better person". Sometimes you really want to become a better person just because you like someone. Maybe there will be accidents and things won't be as satisfying as she wants, but she still wants to work hard because she wants to see the person she wants to see. It really takes running to meet the person you like. Maybe it's nothing special, but I think that cup of milk tea must be delicious. Maybe that's the charm of liking a person, loving the house and the bird. Maybe Xu Jiamu wouldn't have thought that the little sister would record their stories in words. There is nothing special about fairy sticks, but the two fairy sticks held by the boy with memory really lit up Zhou Jingwei's world at a certain moment. Maybe there are many girls who want to be like Zhou Jingwei. They have no bad intentions. They just like the boy "Xu Jiamu" who does not belong to them. When they decide to let go, they will want to visit his city. Maybe in Zhou Jingwei's view, it is not a broken promise. Girls don't have any bad intentions. They don't want to disturb a boy who doesn't belong to them. They just want to write a letter that cannot be sent, so that their youth can have a beginning and an end. They don't expect a reply, they just want the boy in their memory to be well. Become better people together.

In one sentence: it is a miracle that the person you like likes you at the same time. However, there will be no regrets if you say goodbye to a true love. Move forward bravely.

Author, hello duck ~ This is the first thing I want to say after reading the novel in more than 20 years. You may not believe it, but I feel like we have similar family conflicts, a common favorite city, and someone we once had a crush on. The person I have a crush on is very nice and outstanding. We are both in college, but we are not in the same city. Just like what you described in your book, our connection gradually faded away, and I feel like we will become strangers in a few years. I'm very sad, I don't want to lose this person, but I don't seem to be able to resist the alienation of the relationship. I really like what you said in the book, because of him, we want to become better versions of ourselves. Thank you for sharing, I like it very much and am very touched.

It was so sad to watch, probably because it happened in real life.

After reading this book, I always want to leave something behind to record my story with him. He and I met in separate classes in the first semester of high school. At that time, my friend and I didn't get a seat in the front row, only the last row. To our surprise, he was diagonally in front of me. When I first came to the new class, I heard that there was a handsome guy in our class. I felt keenly that it was him. He was very tall, 1.8 Meters, not too tall, with single eyelids, thin, and aloof - this was my initial impression of him. At first, I didn't dare to talk to him because I thought he was so cold and he didn't take the initiative to talk to us. Knowing that it was a holiday, I mustered up the courage to bring him into the conversation, saying that he was so cold and didn't talk. After getting in touch with him, I found that he was not cold at all. Well, it's just "pretending" on the surface. Let nature take its course, we added contact information. At first, we only maintained the progress of having contact information. We maintained a relationship that was neither far nor close to each other, and we just needed help to contact us. The turning point of the matter was that a good friend from the previous class suddenly wanted to fall in love with him. That girl approached me, and I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to set her up. He had never been in a relationship, and the girl was pretty pretty, so I told the girl what I knew about him. He has always maintained a distant attitude. Everyone can see that he doesn't like that girl. But that time, I never interfered in their affairs. We both played games, and during the winter vacation, we connected inexplicably. I asked him, "Will you fall in love?" He said no. During that winter vacation, our relationship heated up faster and faster. We played games together, and the intimacy level became higher and higher. I saved countless screenshots of phone calls one by one. Regarding that girl, I occasionally heard him mention it, and I heard others say "she doesn't like him anymore." She doesn't like him anymore. Is it true? Then why did you let your friends insult me ​​during the Chinese New Year? You and others called him to trick him into getting drunk and wanted him to death. He refused countless times, but you still didn't want to give up. I was very angry that time, and I said, "In this case, let's cut off contact. Otherwise, that girl still comes to scold me. Why should I accept her insults?" He was also very angry. He didn't agree with us cutting off contact, and he went to argue with the girl. After that, things were quiet for a while. I know there are many people who like him. He is very famous, so famous that everyone in our building knows that he is a handsome guy. It seems that liking him is a very ordinary thing. The snow that year hid my secret love for him. I didn't know it, and neither did he. The young man's heartbeat was revealed with a phone call. I called him in the afternoon and he said, "Buy me cigarettes." I said, "No, I'm buying cigarettes for my boyfriend." He suddenly said, "Then let's talk." Suddenly, I was speechless. The two of us were overwhelmed by the intrusive words. My heartbeat was very fast. There was no sound from his side. Soon, he hung up the phone. We both made a tacit agreement not to mention the topic again. After a few minutes, he sent me a message saying "Don't take it seriously." I said "Okay."

What should I say, everyone has regrets in their youth. Maybe it's because I read a lot of sweet articles, and I can't stand the regrets left by my youth that I can't express. Maybe, I mean what if, Xu Jiamu also secretly asked himself, are they just simple friends? Five years. Maybe I am too naive, but I still want to say, the author, I hope everything is well for you, and you must be happy. Although life is boring, it must be, you must be happy.

The author's writing is really good, and it makes people feel very sorry. Maybe everyone has their own difficulties in their hearts. The bright future we once imagined was shattered by reality. Without mercy, I realized that I was not his heroine. I may just be a person who once appeared in his life. He was just a passer-by, but he who briefly appeared in my life flashed across my night sky like a shooting star, bloomed in my heart like brilliant fireworks, illuminated my world like the dazzling sunshine, and finally turned into a shining pearl and gem immersed in the deep sea of my memory, which cannot be forgotten. I hope we can all look past all this, and of course allow ourselves to have a little regret, a small one, just a little, is enough. For the rest, I hope that we can all rush to a better future, even if the future in reality does not have the boy in our hearts.

My story The story begins during the military training in the first grade of junior high school. I was very dark, ugly and short. My friends and I were joking. Then a girl tripped me and I fell directly onto the back of a boy. I was about to apologize when I saw a very, very handsome face. I never believed in love at first sight. Only when I saw him did I know that love at first sight really existed. Because it was on the way to the canteen, there were many people. I thought we only had this one-sided relationship, so I didn't think much about it. When I returned to class, I discovered that he was from our class. He was talking and laughing with a boy at the time. Maybe it was when the sun happened to shine on his face that day, and the softest place in my heart seemed to be touched. From then on I fell in love. In the beginning, I would only observe him secretly. Even if I put my homework book on top of him, I would be happy for a long time. The first semester of junior high school has passed like this. In the next semester, God seemed to have played a joke on me. The teacher put me at the same table as him. I was really happy and excited all night. We were very embarrassed at first and couldn't talk. I also had low self-esteem and wouldn't deliberately talk to him. Later, he would ask me to borrow a pen, read the same book as me, and would always send me small notes to chat with me. We both are the kind of people who talk a lot. So we kept talking and the teacher asked us to go and stand outside together. After a week, we both added each other. We sometimes chat on the couch, and I usually take the initiative. I say good night and good morning to him every day. Sometimes he will reply and sometimes he will not. When our relationship was about to take a further step, the good times did not last long because we kept talking and the teacher tuned us out. A lot of people in class used to knock us both because he kept talking to me and we had many topics to talk about. But after that, we never spoke again. Later, I sat at the table with his brother again, and I didn't talk much anymore. After about a week or two, his brother confessed to me. But I refused, and he kept asking me why I didn't agree, but I never answered. From that time on our relationship was very awkward and we never spoke again. He has never been short of girlfriends, he is very handsome, and he has been in love since I met him. Now in the third grade of junior high school, we are in separate classes, and I don't want to like him anymore. So be it. Finally relieved.