After the college entrance examination that year, I went back to the classroom to unpack my suitcases and bumped into him on the street. We looked at each other and smiled. He seemed to have said something, I don't remember. Then, that was the last time we saw each other. We didn't have time to say goodbye, and we didn't expect that we would never see each other again.
That may be the feeling that I really like a boy in my youth, because I want to be with him every day. When I see him enter the classroom in the morning reading, I will laugh. On an ordinary day, in the ordinary morning reading, I will start to smile every morning because of his arrival.
Concept: An ordinary girl's high school memoirs