The Secret of the Purple Locust Tree

From elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, we have always been classmates. I don't know when I met him, probably in the crowd walking into the campus in the afternoon, probably while standing under the purple locust tree playing table tennis, or maybe it was a long, long time ago. In the third grade of junior high school, their class was diagonally opposite to ours. We were all sitting by the door. We could see each other when we turned our heads and smiled shyly. One morning, I forgot to bring my English book, and it happened that the first period was English class. After early morning self-study, I hurriedly walked towards their class to borrow books from my best friend. At this time, he was no longer in that seat and moved to the back row. He came out of the back door and stood in front of me, "What are you doing here?" He gently rubbed my head with his hand. "I'm here to find..." "Hey, what did I see?" Their Chinese teacher walked out of the back door of another class and looked at us, especially him, with a gossipy face. "I discovered it." Their teacher looked at us with a sly look, but walked into their class to make the whole class look at us. "..." "..." Apart from anything else, at that moment when I was facing the gazes of more than 40 people, I still wanted to find a place to get in, so I blushed and ran away with my best friend's book. His ears were also a little red. I ran back to the class, but I didn't know what would happen to him there... From then on, every time I walked into the office, I could feel the teacher's strong sense of gossip. But we were not together and remained friends from beginning to end. Later, I graduated from the third grade of junior high school. We both got very good grades and went to the best high school in the neighboring city. The disadvantage was that it took several hours each way to take the bus. I said I was afraid of the dark, so I insisted on him taking me on the train. One time on the way home, looking at the thick night outside the window, I asked him, "Would it bother you every time I go back with you?" "Do you think... I will agree to anyone who asks me this?" The night was silent and the stars and moon were dim, but when he looked at me, his eyes were always bright. The appearance of youth is just that, when I look at you, you are looking at every future that has me. Sorry, the story doesn't actually develop like this. After graduating from junior high school, he did go to a high school in a neighboring city, while I went to study in other provinces and was only able to be home for one or two months a year. When I go to school, I also take the train back and forth, but it takes dozens of hours. When I look at the dark night outside the train in the middle of the night, I always think that we are still looking at the same sky. But two years have passed since I graduated from junior high school, and I have never seen him again. ——18-Year-old Jiang Ning Concept: Gentle academic master & irritable fake academic master