Memories Are Like a Farewell Letter

As the paper appeared on the big screen, I counted my seats in detail. The third row, fourth from the left, looked like a good seat. When my eyes moved to the next line, a burst of surprise suddenly surged in my heart. Feng Qingmeng, her name suddenly appeared behind mine. At that moment, I had never felt that we were so close. At the order of the class teacher, we moved our table to the position marked on the seating chart. Since we had not distributed many books and the table was not heavy, it was very easy to move it. We carefully placed the table in the position. The deskmate was a girl. I didn't pay too much attention. I just said hello and concentrated on doing my own thing. "You guys should get to know each other first. I still have a meeting. Pay attention to the discipline and go out after the bell rings." The head teacher dropped these words and hurried out. The classroom finally became quiet, but at this moment the atmosphere seemed to be ignited and became extremely lively. Everyone was talking to the classmates around them, and more of them were familiar with the classmates around them, because if nothing unexpected happened, the people around them would not change for a long time. I didn't talk to the classmates around me. For me, some social interactions are not necessarily necessary, so I just read quietly and listened to the sounds around me. After a while, the voices in the classroom gradually became quieter. It seemed that everyone had finished speaking and lowered their voices in unison. Just two minutes later, the bell rang on time, and everyone did what they should do. I had nothing to do for the time being, so I picked up the Rubik's Cube again and started twisting it, without any clue, just to clear my mind and divert my attention. Just when the Rubik's Cube in my hand became completely messy, I felt a slight poke on my back. I turned around and saw Feng Qingmeng stretching his arm forward, still holding his own pen in his hand. I thought that the action just now was done by her. "Bai Feng, did I remember the name correctly?" Her eyes were full of inquiry, and her voice was very clear and ethereal, like a clear spring, reaching straight to the heart, making people feel relaxed. "I remember correctly, what's the matter?" I answered, but after looking at her clear eyes, I still didn't dare to keep looking at her, and hurriedly looked away. "I want you to teach me how to play the Rubik's Cube." She pointed to the Rubik's Cube in my hand. I was a little stunned for a moment because it was hard for me to imagine that a girl would be interested in a toy like the Rubik's Cube. "Then you try it first." I subconsciously handed over the Rubik's Cube in my hand, wanting to see how good she was. Feng Qingmeng took the Rubik's Cube from me, holding the Rubik's Cube with her fair and slender fingers, twisting it here and there, but except for the clicking sound of the Rubik's Cube, she could not see the colors being put together. "I don't know how to fight." After trying for a few minutes, Feng Qingmeng gave up completely. He looked at the rubik's cube in his hand, which was still messy in color, with annoyance in his eyes. "It's okay, let's learn from the first step." I took the Rubik's Cube in his hand, first found the white center, pointed it out to her, and then slowly explained each step. "Here, if you want to rotate down ninety degrees, for something like this, you have to rotate one hundred and eighty degrees..." The clicking sound of the Rubik's Cube not only sounds in your hands, but also in your heart...

"Ding ding, ding, ding..." As the alarm clock rang, I fumbled for my phone. After turning it off, I braced myself and sat up. Looking at the still dark scene outside the window, I couldn't help but complain. Even so, I still got dressed and finished washing. Under the stimulation of cold water, I became more energetic. I picked up my schoolbag. While it was still early, I turned on the flashlight and walked towards the school with the help of bright light. Although sometimes I like to complain about the school's weird system, but under this big system, some things don't seem so important. Along the way, the night gradually faded, and a bright light appeared in the sky. The objects in the darkness finally had some outlines. After a few casual glances, I turned off the flashlight and put it in my schoolbag, and quickened my pace. When I arrived on campus, there were not many classrooms in the teaching building with lights on. I walked to my classroom with ease, took the key to open the back door, turned on the lights, and then walked to my seat and sat down. Although we have morning self-study, compared with other schools, we are still relatively relaxed. Morning self-study is a kind of come when you want to come, and take a break if you don't want to come. I didn't go to study immediately. Instead, I opened my schoolbag, took out a bag of milk and drank it. When I finished drinking the milk, the scenery outside the classroom became clearer. Looking at the trees illuminated by the rising sun, the pages and branches seemed to be covered with a layer of golden gauze, and I gradually lost my mind. After some time, I calmed down, but the maple trees outside the window were blowing by the breeze. The maple leaves continued to fall and piled on the ground, which made me feel sad. Giving up and looking out the window, I was about to take out the textbook in my schoolbag, but I bumped into a square object. I took it out and took a look. It turned out that I was in a trance when I came out in the morning, and accidentally put in the Rubik's Cube I usually played with. Looking at the restored Rubik's Cube, I randomly disrupted it and started to restore it. However, when I was concentrating on the restoration of the Rubik's Cube, a figure came in from the back door and broke into my field of vision. It's her, Feng Qingmeng. She was still dressed as before, but now she had changed her clothes, which made her look neater and cleaner. Looking at me spinning the Rubik's Cube, there seemed to be a flash of surprise in her eyes, but it was quickly covered up. After looking at me again, she walked back to her seat and sat down. In the whole classroom, except for the two of us, the only sound was the spinning of the Rubik's Cube. Two minutes later, with the last color completed, I put down the Rubik's Cube in my hand, picked up my textbook, and started reading quietly. ... I have always wanted to have the opportunity to contact and communicate with Feng Qingmeng, but our seats are far apart, and we can't even meet each other, let alone communicate. I thought this situation would last for a long time, but my wish came true in the first class today. "Everyone, sit down first. Let's rearrange the seats." After saying this, the class teacher walked out of the classroom. The classroom suddenly became noisy. After all, it was only one week since school started, and the seats had to be rearranged. They had no idea about the standards. I didn't react much, I just looked out the window, let my mind wander, and thought about random things. It wasn't until the teacher came back and showed the new seats on the big screen that I was pleasantly surprised.

Time flew by, and I picked up my phone, and there suddenly appeared a message from Feng Qingmeng, a picture of a Rubik's Cube, and the classic words of help from the past few days: what to do after this. After Feng Qingmeng asked me to teach her how to put together a Rubik's Cube that day, we exchanged each other's online contact information and kept in touch every weekend. Unless the other party had something important to solve, we would say hello in advance. Feng Qingmeng and I both have a habit. When chatting online, if we don't have to send a few sentences together, we don't bother to put punctuation marks. Unless it will cause ambiguity, we will put punctuation marks for emphasis. I looked at the picture, turned the pages of the book in my hand, and then typed a reply to her message. However, I believe that based on my understanding of her, even if I explain it clearly, she will still ask me the same question when she gets to school, and I will teach her it again. I breathed a sigh of relief, put the phone screen on the table, and continued reading my book. At that time, online chat did not have so many fancy functions, at least the voice function had just been released not long ago, and Feng Qingmeng was having a lot of fun at that time. After a while, the phone buzzer rang again. I knew it was news about Feng Qingmeng again even without opening it, so after reading the page in my hand, I closed the book, picked up the phone, and walked to the window. When I opened it, as expected, it was a message from Feng Qingmeng. It was a voice message. "Hello, hello, I want to try out the new function, can you hear me clearly?" I smiled and felt a little interesting. She was like a child who got a new toy, wanting to try everything. "You can hear it, you can hear it, it's very clear." I also replied with my voice, matching her play. "That's good, this function is pretty good, but it's a bit noisy." "It's okay, at least I can hear it clearly." After the voice was sent, there was a long silence. Just when I was confused, I waited for a while before the message was sent again. "You've been waiting for a long time, my brother and I are here to grab the computer." "What are you and your brother doing to grab the computer?" I was even more confused, and her childish style made me even more amused. "I want to use the computer to play songs, but he is playing games, so I will tell him, if you don't let me play on the computer, I will tell my parents that you haven't finished your homework, haha." "You play songs?" "Yes, I will record it for you later. All you have to do is guess the title of the song." "Okay." Next, I held my phone and waited for her message to be sent. "If everything has turned into clouds and rain, can I turn into mud..." "The clouds have turned into rain." "You said that holding hands is an agreement, but my dear, that is not love..." "My dear, that is not love." "The taste of saury, both cats and you want to know, the fragrance of first love..." "Qilixiang." "This is the last song, remember to listen carefully." Listening to this completely different voice, I cheered up and clicked on the last voice message. "Wait for a heavy rain, have a good time, wash away everything and start over again..." "What you sang is quite nice." I replied to Feng Qingmeng. I did not give her the answer immediately, but played the song she sang again, letting the sound flow into my heart...

Time is like a handful of fine sand held in the hand, passing quietly through the fingers inadvertently. This is the third year since we were separated. Just thinking about it makes countless thoughts flow in my heart, which are constantly being cut and confused. For such a long time, your appearance in my memory has gradually become blurred. I am afraid that I will forget you inadvertently, but I don't know how to leave your mark. I am used to the days when you are by my side. Now that I am here alone, I have already It's a habit... Maybe it's the constant dissipation of memory that makes me eager to deepen the picture of you and me getting along, or maybe it's the stubbornness in my heart that makes me want to remember you, but the more I want to remember you, the harder it is to remember you clearly. Without thinking about it, you will never forget it, but because you don't know each other when you meet, the breeze will send you despair. Now, I have either let go of some obsessions in my heart, or I know that our ending cannot change again, so I want to remember our profound memories while my memory is still clear, as a way to bring an end to my wishful thinking beginning and wishful ending emotions, so that my youth will not die in the darkness without memories. People often say, "What is the meaning of the word love? Green plums are in my heart, and my youth is still astringent when I am old." The word love is just like that. It cannot be obtained and cannot be forgotten. Maybe I am too pretentious. Some things may seem light and gentle in the eyes of others, but they are unforgettable and unforgettable in my eyes. Thinking back to my decision to confess my love, I thought that I didn't want to look at the setting sun when my hair was gray, while melancholy recalling the regrets of my youth. That was somewhat difficult for me to accept. I know my ending, but I have never regretted my original decision. Perhaps, I just regretted why I didn't maintain the only and fragile friendship between us after the failure. When I was young, my heart was as high as the sky. Now that I think about it, it is just a daydream. I can't extricate myself for a while. We all have our own tempers and our own troubles, but at that time, without good communication, we separated and never saw each other again. I like the lyrics of "Yunyan Chengyu". It is not only a regretful story, but also what I think when I see you on campus countless times. The mistake is irreversible, the future is a foregone conclusion, we are destined to leave and have nothing to do with it from now on. A stroke of lovesickness is short of paper but long in love. Late at night, I will also think of the joy, the depression, and the jokes at that time, but when I wake up, it is just a yellow dream, shattered at the touch of a button, and I am the only one left, sighing at the moonlit sky, not knowing what to say. I don't know what to say after all these words. Such a long time has passed, and I don't know how to evaluate some things. I don't know how to face you. Maybe you are still the same person you once were, but I am no longer the same person you were then, or perhaps under the filter of emotion, you appear too perfect in my heart. I am constantly beautifying you in my heart, letting you, the white moonlight in my heart, always shine on me. Seeing the words is like the face, but not seeing Jun Qi. It's a pity that I didn't leave a good impression on you before we left. This makes me a little regretful. But in our current state, we wouldn't have given me such a chance. Therefore, I wrote down some things to remind me of what you used to be like.

The dark night hangs in the sky like ink-stained cloth, with not a single star dotting the sky. There is no light on the road. The dim street lights stick to their positions. The only light provides me with a sense of security when walking at night. I don't know what's wrong with the school. It insists on giving extra classes to us students. I have no choice but to get up at around five o'clock in the morning to open the door for them. But I don't know if I remembered the time wrong or the school teacher sent the wrong notice. When I arrived at the school gate, the study door was closed tightly. Only a half-dead street lamp hanging on the guard room gave out a few rays of light. I stood in the snow in front of the school gate, feeling a little at a loss for a while. The cold wind blew by, and I subconsciously retracted my hands into my sleeves. As the saying goes, "if it snows, it becomes cold." Today is the second day after the snow melted. The temperature at this moment is still a colder time of the day. I am standing here like a fool. Out of boredom, I had to move my feet. After a while, the snow under my feet slipped a layer away from my shoes, and then gradually appeared in the shape of a hill, which gradually became rounded under the friction of the soles. I waited in front of the school gate for twenty minutes, and when I was about to doubt my life, I finally saw another person, which made me believe that I was not alone. "Why are you here so early?" The figure in front of me asked, and as soon as the voice came out, I knew it was Feng Qingmeng. "I actually came earlier than you thought." I smiled bitterly. I had been freezing here for nearly half an hour, and I almost turned into a popsicle. "I remember the teacher was talking about this time. Why hasn't the door opened yet?" Feng Qingmeng said and looked at his watch to confirm the time. "I heard it earlier, did we both hear it wrong?" "It shouldn't be." Feng Qingmeng walked to the lamp at the school gate, looked inside, and then said to me: "There is no one in the guard room, the security guard hasn't gotten up yet." "What should we do, let's keep it cold for now?" I moved my body again to relieve the coldness. "Otherwise, do you have other ways?" "How about you sing to me?" My eyes lit up. When I heard Feng Qingmeng's question, I gave the answer. I have been thinking about it for a long time, and today I finally got the chance. "It's such a beautiful thought, I'm almost freezing to death." Feng Qingmeng shook his body and walked back and forth twice more before giving up. "I told you earlier." I suddenly realized that I took out my thermal insulation from my schoolbag and opened it, and a burst of hot steam steamed out instantly. "Here, drink some hot water to warm yourself up." Feng Qingmeng was stunned for a moment, then walked up to me, picked up the thermos cup, took a few sips of hot water, and then breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. I took the thermos cup and drank a few sips to warm my body a little, then twisted the thermos cup and put it away. "Hmm." Hearing Feng Qingmeng's voice, I looked over subconsciously. "What are you looking at? Don't you want to listen to music?" "Yes." I replied. "Tell me what you want to hear, I won't sing when people are here soon." "I want to listen to "The Thief of Time"" "Okay." Feng Qingmeng cleared her throat, and the song slowly came out: "Time is something that makes people unprepared. When it is sunny, it is windy, and when it is cloudy, it is raining..."

Under the first snow, heavy snow continued to fall outside the window, and the cold air slipped in through the cracks in the window. I shivered, retracted my feet outside the quilt, and then slowly fell asleep. The snow fell earlier this year than in previous years. I remember seeing such heavy snow three years ago. At that time, I was still used to being alone. My parents were busy with my life and their work every day, and we rarely communicated with them. After lingering on the bed for a long time, I reluctantly left the bed. The moment I got up, I felt like I was being enveloped in the cold, and I was a little out of breath for a while. However, with my strong perseverance, I still got out of the confinement of the bed, finished dressing and washing, then opened my phone as usual and looked at the messages left on it. My parents went out early because of work. I took out the breakfast that was warming in the pot, sat down to eat, and looked at my phone. When I finished breakfast, there was no sound from my phone, which made me wonder, is she still sleeping? I put aside my doubts and finished washing my dishes and putting them away. Then Shi Shiran walked back to his bedroom, staring at his phone, thinking about whether he should send a message to ask. After much hesitation, I still couldn't suppress the anxiety in my heart and opened the chat interface between me and Feng Qingmeng. The latest message was that she and I said good night to each other last night. Placing my fingers on the virtual keyboard, I thought for a while, typed out a few words, and then clicked send. "Are you awake?" Looking at the silent chat interface, the news seemed to have disappeared into the sea, and my anxiety became even worse. "I'm awake and riding in the car." Fortunately, this anxiety did not last long, and Feng Qingmeng's message was sent. But, taking a car? What is the beginning of this? "Going out?" I asked again, taking a sip of the milk I just opened, it was a bit cold. "My parents took me back today, and I felt a little motion sick in the car, so I saw your message." Under her explanation, my hanging heart was relieved. I breathed a long sigh of relief and tapped my fingers on the screen of my phone again. "If you get motion sickness, just have a good sleep and stop looking at your phone." The message was sent out, and there was another period of silence. I finished drinking the milk in my hand, threw the packaging box into the trash can, and heard the message notification tone the next second. "I don't want to sleep. Riding in a car is so boring. Sleeping is the same. Let's chat." I couldn't laugh or cry the moment I saw the news. This guy was motion sick and still wanted to chat. "Then what should you do if you get motion sickness? It must be very uncomfortable now, right?" "It doesn't matter, I'll bear it for a while." "Then you might as well go to sleep, we'll talk when you get there, I'll be waiting." After this message was sent, the phone went silent again, so I had to take out the books I hadn't read before to kill some time. "Just now my parents asked me who I was chatting with, and the phone kept ringing." After a while, such a message was displayed on the screen of the phone. "Then how did you answer?" "Guess" "You guessed, I guessed" "You guessed, I guessed you or not" ... The two of us played like primary school students, until finally we finally coaxed Feng Qingmeng to sleep. I put down the phone, picked up the book and turned the page, but I shook my head and laughed again. At this moment, why not be a kind of happiness?

"Stop and go along the way Following the traces of the boy drifting The moment I stepped out of the station I hesitated..." The school radio sounded. The sound of "The Wind Rises" makes me feel like I'm in another world. I remember the last time I heard this song was when I was in the first year of high school. At that time, there were no worries about the college entrance examination, nor the bitterness of secret love. Instead, I had the hope of just coming to school and the fantasy of future college life. Now, facing the failure of my love life, I have learned to hide myself in the world of fantasy, hoping that that fantasy can carry my emotions to my own world. However, fantasy is just a fantasy after all. Once there is nothing to do, I will still think of the girl who cannot be loved and cannot be touched. So I came up with another way to temporarily forget about her: to keep myself busy temporarily. No matter what kind of things, as long as I have something to do, I will not take out those feelings and feel them. So in the evening, I chose to run on the playground. My exhausted body and spirit can temporarily ignore everything. I ran around and around according to the plan. The sunlight gradually began to fall while I ran away, and I escaped to a place where I could never find it again. The clouds in the sky gradually dispersed and returned to where they should be. The black curtain gradually opened, swallowing up all the light and meaning, leaving only shadows with unknown meaning. When I was exhausted, I slowly stopped. I knew this was my limit. If I kept running, I might not even have the strength to return to class. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I regained my strength while admiring the scenery on the horizon. This is one of the few things I do to relax. At this time, I will empty my mind and forget about all complicated thoughts. No matter whether the wind blows or the wind blows, look carefully at the clouds rolling and relaxing. A gust of breeze came, bringing a bit of coolness. My body, which was hot due to running, gradually cooled down. Those thoughts came back to me, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad about spring and autumn. This reminded me of the sentence: Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow. You may meet a partner who is more suitable for you in the future, but if you don't have that white moonlight that amazed you when you were young, it will eventually trap you for the rest of your life. There is some truth in this saying that you should not meet someone who is too stunning when you are young. This person will become an indelible mark in your heart. Over the years, no matter when and where you are, you will think of her, you will subconsciously compare others with her, you will feel her shadow in the people around you, you will turn her habits into your habits, you will think that she has never left, but that is just your wishful thinking. In fact, she has already Gone, but you are holding on to the dead self in your memory, unwilling to wave goodbye to the past, and unwilling to raise your head towards the future. You just stubbornly stay where you are, hoping that one day she will come back, to this insignificant corner of your memory, even if you know that this is a luxury wish that will never be realized. She may be just a passerby in my life, but her inadvertent appearance shocked my whole life. Maybe she just borrowed it from my world, but I left all traces of her in my world. I just stubbornly guarded her and me, but that was all. How many times the stars and rivers turned, how many times they tossed and turned, finally turned into a heavy snow, leaving no trace after the sky cleared.

Time flies, things change and people change. In just one year, things have gone out of control. It has been more than a year since I confessed my love to you, and every time I think about it, my heart is in turmoil. I thought that our relationship would go further as everyone imagined, but I was wrong. When you told me your answer, I knew that everything was just my own wishful thinking. It's just that I am unwilling to accept this result, or in other words, I have unwillingness and obsession in my heart. Your presence is in my memory, and you are involved in everything. Many of my personality and habits are influenced by you. However, after you got rid of my bad habits, I left. Looking back suddenly, memory is like a seal carving knife. Every time I think back, the feelings will be more unforgettable. No one is more important than you. You have left your own traces in my life. Then, I don't want to be contaminated and disappear. I also want us to have a perfect happy ending like all cliche stories. However, when I know your choice, I already know that meeting each other is a stranger, which is our best choice. Turning against each other, no matter if it is just a thought. When I returned to the classroom in my memory, I realized how good our relationship was back then. What I didn't cherish then is now beyond our reach. After all, I was too slow and failed to seize the opportunity at the best time. I have never been able to figure it out before, why some people can still be friends after failure, but we can't wait to turn against each other. Only now do I understand that we are different from others. Our personalities determine that once we break up, it will be permanent. One is different from the other, and each has peace of mind. When I saw this sentence, the first thing I thought of was you. It may be three years, which is enough for me to settle a relationship and make it difficult to eliminate. Even if I just hear your name, my heart will be like a stone dropped into the still water of a lake, causing ripples that will never calm down for a long time. Now that this has happened, four years have passed, and you are still stationed in my heart. Your appearance, your character, your voice, everything about you... Some people, when I see them, will think of those characteristics of yours. I thought I fell in love with you because you and I have similar personalities, but now I understand that I didn't fall in love with you because of these personalities, but because I fell in love with Niu, and then I gradually accepted these personalities and turned myself into this. After breaking up with you, my personality quickly returned to its former self. Even if there are still some of the same traits as before, they were only brought out by your supervision during my long-term relationship with you. It is said that people who have been together for a long time will gradually have the same habits. When you no longer contact me and we no longer get along, I realize that I have many habits that have become the same as yours. To this day, when I mention it to my friends, he will still say that this is a bad fate. We walked all the roads ahead, but when we were approaching the end, we chose to go our separate ways. I don't know whether it's your fault or mine that we are in such trouble now. You have your stubbornness, and I have my persistence. It's just that we failed to communicate well, which led to this situation. If we could do it over again and communicate properly, we wouldn't be like this. When we parted, that sunset will always be imprinted in my heart. Until now, I have never seen the same beautiful sunset. Poignant beauty, tranquility, serenity, silence... When you are in it, you can feel the tranquility of your body and mind that you have never had before, and all the troubles will be affected. Only you, and only you, when I think of you, can I escape from the troubles around me, and take a short break in the small world with you...

The wind in midsummer is always unspeakably warm. Even the strong wind during the day can't dispel the heat, so Mo Feng chose to go out at night. Beside the artificial lake on the university campus, Mo Feng was sitting there alone, looking at the calm lake water. The reflection of the street lamp looked so dazzling. Mo Feng's eyes were distracted. What came to his mind was no longer the scenery in the lake, but his own memories. That familiar figure followed her from junior high school to high school and then to university, and Mo Feng never forgot her. He likes the sentence on the Internet very much: What I like is you when I was eighteen years old, the you in my memory. Even you now cannot match it. Mo Feng has never forgotten her. Even if her appearance becomes increasingly blurred in his memory and becomes increasingly difficult to recall, as long as he hears her name, there will still be ripples in Mo Feng's heart. Those who are young and unavailable will eventually be trapped for life. Suddenly, the lake water was touched by the breeze, causing ripples. Mo Feng's attention followed. Looking at the lake, he seemed to see her figure. In that moment, Mo Feng's soul seemed to be dragged by a hook and fell into the lake. ... "To the east is the Jieshi, to see the vast sea, how sluggish the water is, and the mountains and islands..." The familiar sound of reading came to my ears, with the unique vitality of young girls in junior high school, and Mo Feng was fascinated for a moment. The teacher on the podium seemed to have seen Mo Feng's dazed look, and was about to step down to remind him. Unexpectedly, a figure made a move before him, reminding Mo Feng who was distracted. This also made the teacher give up the idea of ​​coming down, and continued to sit on the stool, observing other students in the class who were studying. "Wake up, the teacher is watching you." As the voice sounded, Mo Feng felt his arm being hit by someone with a book. He turned his head as if he was startled, and saw the figure that he had been thinking about day and night for the next five years. Only the lovesickness song enters my heart before I hear it. Mo Feng was stunned again, but this time, he seemed to know what his situation was. Rebirth, these two dream-like words, actually happened to him. "Don't look at me, the teacher will be coming down soon." The girl poked him with the pen again. Seeing that he reacted, she continued to endorse. Although Mo Feng was staring at the book, there was already a huge wave in his heart. The first thing Mo Feng thought about was how to prevent familiar people around him from noticing his abnormal behavior in junior high school. After all, after falling out with Wen Huan, Mo Feng's own personality changed a lot, and he was completely different from what he was in junior high school. But these things should be left to be thought about after class. What I have to do now is to prevent the teacher from noticing me and read the things in the book. Almost all of them have been memorized before. Although there is some memory loss, it is still very simple to memorize it again. So, Mo Feng put away his thoughts and devoted himself to the endorsement like the students around him. "Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..." As the bell rang, the teacher left the podium, and the classroom suddenly fell into chaos. Everyone began to do their own things. Mo Feng also looked at the curriculum, prepared what he needed for the next class, and then began to think about some things in his junior high school life. "You are a little strange today." The words came out, making Mo Feng instantly alert...

In the long river of time, my encounter with her was like an encounter in a dream. Time slips by our fingertips, leaving traces of our journey together. She is the most beautiful scenery in my life, just like the morning glow, gentle and gorgeous. Lost in the long river of time, we appreciate the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city together. Her figure is always with me, like stars twinkling in the night sky. In the crowd, I could see the tenderness and comfort in her eyes, which made me feel like the world was a better place. These moments are like reflections in a mirror. I don't know if I will have a chance to escape from her influence, but I know that I have already fallen into it. Even though she has left, I stubbornly stayed. Memory is like a farewell letter. Even if I keep adding new content to it, it cannot withstand the erosion of time. Those things, as if abandoned by time, continue to disappear in my mind, from ordinary to you and me. The fragrance of tea is lost when gambling on books, and we just talk about the past. Perhaps only I know my own character, and even she doesn't know much about it. I was used to hiding my feelings, but ignored her existence. I thought I didn't have much emotion, but it was just my own empty talk. As night fell, I stood alone in front of the window, staring at the distant sky, my thoughts chaotic and heavy. Memories came flooding back, drowning me in endless sadness. She, the person who once illuminated me, has now left me. The days of separation are like an endless spider web, tightly entwining my heart. After she left, my life became empty and lonely. Every dusk was a wordless cry, and every night was an endless loneliness. I tried to find traces of her and the memories that belonged to us, but all came up empty, leaving me wandering in the darkness. Today, I have become a gloomy traveler, walking in endless darkness. I admit that I cannot forget her. Her existence is like a sharp knife in my heart, piercing my soul. I can only accept this sadness silently and keep her memory in my heart forever. I know we can never go back to the good old days. She has left, and the days of separation have become forever. I can only face this world alone, turning into a dim star, silently illuminating the pain in my heart. Sadness, like a picture scroll, will always hang in my heart. I couldn't get rid of its shackles and could only bear the weight silently. I know that she has drifted away, and I will always be addicted to this whirlpool of sadness. Loneliness is like a dark castle, imprisoning me inside and making me unable to breathe. Gradually, I lost myself, just an empty shell with no dreams and no hope. Every silent night, I try my best to swallow my tears and prevent sadness from overflowing. I tried to find a way to forget and filled the emptiness in my heart in various ways, but failed again and again. Today, I am a lonely soul, wandering in the endless darkness. I accept this sadness in silence and hold her memory forever in my heart. The answer of memory is just a destined journey. Once you have passed it, it will be difficult to look back. …………

Following Wen Huan's question, time seemed to have stopped, and Mo Feng was silent for a long time. Wen Huan was not in a hurry and walked with Mo Feng on the playground, waiting for his answer. "Later, there will be no later..." Mo Feng stopped, looked up at the hazy light of the street lamp, and sighed. "Is this so?" Wen Huan stood behind Mo Feng and looked at his figure shrouded in light. For the first time, she felt that Mo Feng was so unreal. For the first time, she felt the rich sadness on Mo Feng's body, sweeping over like a wave, making it difficult for her to breathe. "So why did we become like that?" Wen Huan murmured, she didn't know how the relationship between the two people changed so much that they became strangers and never met again. "Maybe I did a lot of wrong things and pushed you away from me little by little." Mo Feng thought about his foolish and wise actions in the past, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. His past self was really ignorant. "It doesn't matter, none of this has happened yet, right?" Wen Huan and Mo Feng stood side by side under the street lamp, the white light floating down like the broken wings of an angel. "Yes." "Let's go back." Wen Huan looked at more and more students and turned towards the direction of the classroom. Mo Feng looked at Wen Huan's figure and sighed softly, finally revealing some information. For Mo Feng, Wen Huan is a very important person. She is so familiar with him that some clues cannot be hidden from her. Without thinking about this matter any further, Mo Feng quickly followed Wen Huan's figure towards the classroom. After all, there is not much fun in studying. The only fun is whispering with your classmates. However, due to what happened during dinner, Wen Huan and Mo Feng did not communicate much during the evening self-study, and only exchanged a few words when necessary. Mo Feng has always felt guilty in his heart, not only for the literary fantasy in his past life, but also for the current literary fantasy. Although he has not done some things yet, as long as he follows the trajectory of history, he will inevitably make the same mistakes again. Therefore, Mo Feng doesn't know how to deal with his current emotions. He likes literary fantasy, but he also clearly knows that literary fantasy does not like him. This is something that has been verified in his previous life. Now that he has returned from rebirth, Mo Feng does not want to do nothing and just follow the trajectory of history all over again. Then this rebirth will become meaningless. But when he was asked to pursue literary fantasy, he was a little at a loss because he had been single in his past life and had no experience in chasing girls. For Mo Feng, he still needs to carefully consider how to deal with this relationship. As for literary fantasy, although she saw something, she was not willing to think about it, because the amount of information in Mo Feng's few words was quite huge, especially the sentence "There is no later", which made her understand something at once. "Mo Feng, what should I do to you?" Wen Huan is not a fool. She figured out some things at once, but because she understood it too well, she didn't know how to deal with it. Mo Feng was too familiar with her, and one choice could invalidate all their previous relationships. Mo Feng was too decisive. Once he wanted to end this relationship, he would do anything to deal with it.

Illusion: Seeing the words is like a face, showing confidence and comfort. It has been more than four years since then. It was originally a separation and hope for both sides, but it is unforgettable and uneasy. Longing comes to my face, but goes away with the wind. Now that I think about it, some things are just a matter of youthful spirit, a quick talk, and a lifetime of regret. Over the years, I have regretted many things, but the only thing I regret is that I like you. I have so many regrets that I will never let go. People only feel cherished after losing something. In this case, I am just an ordinary person. Without you, there is no fun. What is the meaning of the word love? Green plums are in my heart, and I still remember my youth when I am old. I didn't understand much of this sentence before. After you left, I felt the emotion contained in this sentence for the first time. The bitterness was like a fine needle pricking my heart, the sting was tiny but impossible to ignore. We have only known each other for more than three years, but it was the happiest time in my life. Later, I also tried to contact other people, but I never felt the same as you. Now that I think about it, you are you and she is her. After you left, everyone looked like you to me. Over the years, we met each other by mistake, and it was an empty joy. I always subconsciously look for your shadow in others, but I have long forgotten your uniqueness. Later, I also visited your city and knew where you were, but I didn't have the courage to go there. Because you and I have been strangers for a long time. Even if we meet, we are just passers-by and have no sense of meeting each other. After so many years, your figure in my heart has become more and more blurred. One day I woke up and found that I could not remember your appearance, which made me even more distressed. After all, it was not only your appearance that disappeared, but also my feelings for you that were passed away by time. No one can tell clearly whether to let go or not to let go. It was not until I heard the sentence "The best way to let go is not to let go" that I suddenly realized it. It's you if you let go, but it's still you if you can't let go. Even if I persuade myself to let go, it's just the moon in the water, the sand in the bottle, and there is no truth at all. But you who can't let go will always stay in my heart and become a part of my long-term emotional support, giving me a lot of motivation. I especially remember that sentence. Judging from the Internet, I liked you when I was eighteen years old. Even you now cannot compare with you. I don't know if I like you as you were at that time, or if you are what I like at every stage. In the past, I wished I could get rid of everything related to you, but now, I try my best to find the memories related to you. I try to extract all the pictures related to you in my mind, hoping that I can remember you a little more, even if it is an expression. But I regretfully discovered that my memory has become increasingly blurry, as if it has been deleted, and I am increasingly unable to recall it. The past is gone, and ten inches of time are exchanged for one penny. I used to always feel why I haven't grown up yet, but now I feel like I have a lot of troubles as I grow up. Maybe it was what happened at that time that made me defensive, so until now, I don't want to have too much contact with other people of the opposite sex. I know this is a disease, but apart from you, I don't know how to make friends with others. People often say that time will kill everything. It's just that I think time is a quack who claims to cure all diseases. Maybe, after a few years, I can truly let go, or so it may be.

At that time, the maple leaves were not yet withered, and I watched them gradually fall, like butterflies dancing gracefully, and like a piece of waste paper, falling meaninglessly. This leaf of green maple is the passing of life, silently. I am walking on the way to school. Today is the first day of school. I have to face a new campus, new classmates, and a new environment. For people like me who don't like changes, these are difficult to adapt to. However, even if it is difficult to accept, I still have to go. Some things are not whether you are willing to do them, but you have to do them. On the road, I not only saw the falling maple leaves, but also the hurried passers-by. They had no concern for the passing of the fallen leaves and would not even waste a second to take a look. Not all lives are heavier than Mount Tai, but most are lighter than a feather. Stepping into the gate of the new campus, I squeezed through the crowds around me and walked straight to the notice board. After a quick glance, I found my name and the class I was in. Slowly squeezing through the crowd again, I found the direction to the teaching building and walked along. Some students were smiling, some were bitter, some were chatting and laughing with their friends, and some were alone. I am also alone, but I have become accustomed to this feeling. There are many benefits to being alone. I will not be worried about others, will not be expected by others, and will not be disappointed by others... The meaning of this can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words. After groping for a while, I found my class and slipped in through the back door, trying not to attract anyone's attention. After finding a corner and sitting down, I breathed a sigh of relief. There were not many people in the classroom, just some classmates sitting together in twos and threes, talking about their fun things during the summer vacation. I had no intention of listening, so I looked out the window, my eyes unfocused because I didn't know what I was looking at. After just letting my mind wander for a while, I was brought back from my thoughts by the sound of the back door opening and closing. I turned around and saw a girl walking in. I was stunned at just this glance. Clear and smart eyes, low ponytail, neat clothes, bright smile, all of these attract me. After looking at her for a few seconds, I quickly looked away. After all, it was not polite to look at a stranger like this, so after observing her seat, I stopped trying to pry. …… Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the classroom is full of people. Fortunately, the seat I chose only has a table, and there is no such thing as a deskmate. Otherwise, I would have been troubled for a long time. After the class teacher entered the classroom, he started the same self-introduction process again. Listening to the introductions of the classmates in the front row, I silently wrote them down. Although I may not be able to remember them all at once, but after getting along for a long time, I will eventually get to know each other. When I arrived at her, I cheered up and listened emphatically to her name - Feng Qingmeng, a very nice name. I think it was taken from the poem "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams overwhelming the stars." Just as I was thinking, the self-introduction came to me. I briefly introduced myself. When I said my name, I saw Feng Qingmeng turn his head and look at me. This feeling made me feel that we have already known each other and had contact with each other, but unfortunately this was not the case.

The midsummer wind blows through the treetops, passes over the fingertips, and stirs the surface of the lake, causing ripples that last for a long time. I sat on a bench by the lake, looking at the blurry lights reflected on the lake. My eyes gradually became distracted, and I didn't even notice anyone walking by me. I was caught up in my memories and didn't know that she was looking at me from a distance, her eyes hesitant, not knowing whether to step forward. In the end, she sighed and chose to walk to me and stand by the bench. Seeing that I had no reaction, she chose to sit next to me. "I'm back to my senses." A soft voice sounded, pulling me out of the memory. I looked at her sitting next to me. There was nothing strange in my eyes. I don't know how many times she has found me, but she always found me. She saw no strangeness, no doubt, or even likeness in my eyes... She felt a pain in her heart, her expression froze for a moment, and she said softly: "Every time you are not here, I can always find you here. Does this place have any special meaning?" I thought about it, and simply told her a story. It was probably nothing more than unrequited love, obsession, deep-rooted feelings, and wishful thinking. She listened very carefully, as if she was listening to her own story. However, there was no weird look in her eyes, but only distress and helplessness. "Since you already know that she doesn't like you, why do you do this and not let yourself go." She seemed to be unable to understand my infatuation and wanted to persuade me to give up. "The love is so deep and the obsession lasts forever. I can't break these ties of love just because I want to." I sighed lightly, what is the meaning of the word "love"? Green plums are in my heart, and I still remember my youth when I am old. "In that case, why not find a replacement? After thinking about it for a long time, I will get used to it." "It is simple to say, but finding a replacement is also similar to her eyebrows. When talking and laughing, you can always see her shadow, seeing things and thinking about people, but it is just torturing yourself and wasting emotions and time." "Then why not try to live in a different place, so that Time wears away the emotions in the heart. If it takes a little longer, you will always forget it. " "Time is a quack, but it claims to cure all diseases. Time will not wear away the emotions in the heart, it will only make these deep feelings ferment and become more mellow with time. " I looked at the lake, and she looked at me. The lake was rippled in my eyes, and I was looking at the lake in her eyes. "Perhaps I am not deeply in love, but my obsession is hard to let go. I stubbornly stayed in place, dreaming that she would look back at me, even just a glance would be enough. Unfortunately, her heart is made of stone. From acquaintance to stranger, she had no nostalgia, as if that love was a big dream, and when I woke up, it was empty. " I didn't know what to do, but I just talked to her, but I never noticed her tears. "When she left, your heart also left with her, right? The way you looked at me showed that you never felt like or had love. In that case, why did you put me in front of you." Her crying made me feel a pain in my heart. I turned around to see that her eyes were red, and she raised her head slightly, not wanting the crystal in her eyes to fall. "My heart naturally followed her," after a pause, I continued: "But aren't you also her?" She and she are somewhat different, but one is real and the other is my imagination. As my words fell, her figure also shattered...

Mo Feng's face remained calm, but there was already a huge wave in his heart. He knew that if anyone was familiar with his usual behavior, literary fantasy would definitely be at the forefront. If even she could see that there was a problem, then there was a high probability that his parents would also see the problem. "What's weird, haven't I always been like this?" Mo Feng replaced the textbook in his hand with the one for the next class and answered Wen Huan. "It's just a feeling, maybe it's my misunderstanding." Wenhua didn't dwell too much on this issue and brushed off the topic lightly. … In this way, throughout the whole day, in addition to studying, Mo Feng was trying his best to recall his behavior in junior high school, trying to return himself to the state of junior high school, so that others would not notice anything unusual. And what about literary fantasy? Whenever she has time, she will carefully recall the look that Mo Feng looked at her when she just woke up. The joy, surprise, longing and a little bit of less obvious... Resentment in that look? Wen Huan always felt that she might have seen it wrong, but she knew very well that she had definitely seen those emotions. So, what kind of story can make Mo Feng burst out with so many emotions the moment he sees himself? Wen Huan didn't know, and she couldn't figure it out, but she knew that if she asked, there was a high probability that Mo Feng would tell her. There was no reason, he would just tell her. But Wen Huan thought about it carefully, and finally decided not to ask, because looking at Mo Feng's eyes, she could probably understand that the ending of this story might not be happy, so asking Mo Feng to tell it again would be tantamount to uncovering his unhealed scars and adding to the wounds. Wen fantasizes about exploring by herself, or waiting until Mo Feng is willing to tell her. "Buzz, buzz, buzz..." When the bell rang, Mo Feng stretched and quickly put the book in his hand into his desk pocket. This was the last class. It was time for dinner, and they would continue to study in the evening. The school wanted them to adapt to the high school routine in advance. "Do you want to eat?" Mo Feng asked Wen Huan. Day students like them generally do not eat dinner. It is normal for them to go home and eat after class in the evening self-study. However, due to subsequent changes in work and rest, Mo Feng was used to eating before evening self-study. After asking, he realized that he had accidentally exposed a habit that was not his current habit. "I'm not going to eat. Let's eat after studying at home later in the evening." Wen Huan shook his head. Mo Feng let out a long sigh of relief. "Want to go to the playground?" Wen Huan looked at Mo Feng and said, this was the first time she didn't want to read in the classroom during dinner. "Okay." Mo Feng stood up, and Wen Huan also stood up and walked out of the classroom. The playground was very crude. Mo Feng thought for a moment. The playground only had a plastic track and artificial turf when they were in the third year of junior high school. Now it is just a simple asphalt track with nothing in between. The blazing sunset lit up the sky, turning it red. Wen Huan and Mo Feng walked on the runway without saying a word. "You said, where will we be in the future?" Wen Huan took the initiative to break the silence. "Probably we are on opposite sides of the world." Mo Feng thought about what happened next and said subconsciously. "In other words, we will alienate each other, right?" The literary fantasy captured Mo Feng's emotion at once, which was an indescribable sadness. "It's not necessarily..." "What happened next?"

The wind is rustling and the leaves are falling without a trace, mixing with the unignorable sound outside the window, like playing a hoarse song. No matter the noise outside the window was unbearable, I was in a trance in the classroom, struggling with endless sleepiness. Although I knew I couldn't drink water, the sleepiness swept over me in an instant. The bright lights, the teacher's talk, and the sound of chalk crossing the blackboard all became a lullaby for me to fall asleep. "The decision is yours, go ahead, Pikachu!" I was about to fall asleep when I was suddenly woken up. Angry in my heart, I turned around and was about to get angry, but I saw Feng Qingmeng's smiling face, and for a moment, the anger in my heart faded away. "What did the teacher say again?" I glanced at the teacher sitting on the podium. As long as she sat down, it meant that we were going to discuss the topic ourselves. "The teacher asked us to discuss the problem on the podium ourselves, and then we will go on stage to talk about it later." Feng Qingmeng looked at me, pointed to the math problem on the blackboard, and said. "Do you think my math score of 60 or 70 is suitable for this kind of question?" I glanced at the questions on the blackboard casually, and then measured my own strength. Well, it was not something I could solve, so I decided to continue sleeping, but before I could lie down, Feng Qingmeng pulled me up again. "I think you can do it. You may not know other difficult questions, but this question is so simple, you must know it." "Please let me go, the old fortune teller said that I am not compatible with mathematics and are a natural enemy." I shook my head and said to Feng Qingmeng. "I am a staunch materialist atheist, and I don't believe in the old fortune teller." Feng Qingmengqiang took my paper, and then took out his own acting paper, and started writing and drawing on it. I looked at her actions at this time, and felt sad in my heart. Come on, don't even think about sleeping now. "Look, I'm going to tell you now, look here first..." As time went by, I became more and more proficient in mastering this question. After Feng Qingmeng sorted it out, I was let out of the cage by her, and I could do whatever I wanted. Although it was just a small question, I could see that Feng Qingmeng not only wanted me to master this question, she also wanted me to face the difficulty of mathematics, so as to solve these problems and ultimately improve my performance. For a while, I figured out a lot, so I picked up my math test questions, opened the herbal book and started doing calculations. Feng Qingmeng saw my actions and took out two soda candies from nowhere. She ate one herself and put the other one on my table. "This is your reward." Looking at Feng Qing Mengyan's smiling face, I couldn't help but feel happy. I picked up the candy, unwrapped it, and put it into my mouth. In an instant, the sourness and sweetness swept over my taste buds, sliding along the taste buds and into my heart. "Why do you have sugar?" I asked while tasting it. "I just went to the store to buy them after class, and there are only these two left." Feng Qingmeng smiled, and then I realized that she was like the moon that should have appeared outside the window. Her bright light not only illuminated the darkness, but also provided a sense of peace of mind and warmth to the world. Looking at her one last time, I tasted the soda candy carefully, because the next time I want to be late again, it will be a long time later.

The breeze in September always makes people feel refreshing and gentle. It passes through the treetops, floats across the lake, walks through the streets, and finally blows into the house. "I should do my best to cooperate with you in the performance, just like the guests in the emotional show who can be chosen..." The sound of the alarm clock woke me up from my sleep. After turning it off, I closed my eyes and rested for a while, then slowly dressed, got up and washed. After finishing everything, I walked to the living room. My parents had already gone to work and left a breakfast for me on the table. I took a bite of the fried dough sticks in my hand and looked at the messages sent on my phone while eating. After all, it was the first day of school, and some messages still had to be read again. "Borms... Tuition fees... Homework... And new classes..." After I read all the information and finished breakfast, I changed the garbage bags and threw the garbage into the trash can in front of the door. Then I went back and sorted out the things I wanted to bring to school. With the refreshing autumn breeze, I put my schoolbag on my back, turned off my mobile phone, put it in the innermost compartment of my schoolbag with the charger and power bank, and then went out to school. Even though I went to bed very early last night, I still couldn't help but yawned when I thought about walking on the way to school. Although it is already September, the temperature has not dropped much. Pedestrians on the road are still wearing summer clothes and hurried towards their destinations. I walked and looked all the way, until I reached the school gate, I reluctantly took my eyes back. When I have nothing to do, observing everything around me is my favorite thing to do. A long queue has formed outside the school gate, and all the students are yawning in unison. Some of them really stayed up very late, and the dark circles under their eyes are still there; some of them are the sequelae of going to school. Like me, few of them were in high spirits, and most of them had expressions of despair on their faces. They reluctantly entered the campus only after the guard let them go. The campus is still the same campus, but I am no longer the ignorant student who just came here. At least I will no longer get lost while walking on campus. I found my dormitory with ease and no one came yet. Everyone had put their luggage away before school started, so there was no need to carry large and small bags to school when school started, which saved a lot of trouble. I put the snacks in my schoolbag into my cabinet. These were my night snacks for a week. I took off the plastic sheet on the bed and threw them away when I went out. I started looking for my new class. Outside the classroom, I looked at my seat. It was a very good place. Since the class size was an odd number, I did not have a deskmate. Moreover, when I chose my seat, I clearly expressed my wish, so I got my wish and was assigned to the window seat in the last row. After I walked to my seat, I discovered that although I didn't have a tablemate, the seats were still two tables together. In other words, I had two tables by myself, which greatly expanded my activity space, and I didn't have to worry about books being crowded. While I was packing my things, there were more and more people in the classroom. Some of them had known each other before and started chatting when they sat down; some were new classmates and were busy getting familiar with each other. I didn't have that many things to do. After finishing the things at hand, I didn't need to get familiar with my new classmates. I only needed to wipe the surface of the other table clean, and then stuff the books that couldn't fit into my desk into the desk. After finishing my own work, I took out my extracurricular books and opened them to read. For me, the noise in the classroom was nothing at all, but I didn't know what kind of things I would experience in my new class. Will these things affect me?

At 5:20 in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time. I turned off the alarm sleepily, and then lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all. Only the sound of voices and the sound of getting up slowly came from the dormitory. I couldn't lie in bed anymore, turned on the light, dressed and washed, and performed a set of operations smoothly and in one go. I believe that based on my long experience, I can complete these actions even if I close my eyes. After washing up, everyone didn't communicate too much. They just walked quickly to the playground. They would start running soon, and everyone didn't waste much time on the road. Walking out of the dormitory building, there was some light outside, but I still couldn't see people clearly, I could only roughly make out their outlines. I walked along the crowd towards the playground. Along the way, I felt like my brain was still dormant but was being forcibly activated. There is a word to describe my state: there is a beauty of missing brainstem. Even though I have lived here for two years, I still can't get used to this kind of routine, but I have no way to resist and can only silently accept this arrangement. When I walked to the track, I thought about walking to the class meeting point. It was further away from the playground gate. I still had to walk a while and pass through several classes. "Hey, Mo Feng." Just when I walked to the middle of the runway, a voice came. When I heard my name, I looked around subconsciously, but I didn't find anyone calling me. "Look here, the goal." Hearing the familiar voice again, I turned around and saw a familiar figure sitting under the goal. Although I couldn't see her face, I already guessed who it was. "Wen Huan, why are you sitting here?" I walked to Wen Huan's side, sat down, and asked by the way. "Get up early to study. The science subjects that I used to be good at are now very difficult to do." Wen Huan put the book in his hand on the lawn and answered my questions while tying his shoelaces. "Relax, I'm just starting now. When you learn more later, you will gradually master it." I held a blade of grass in my hand and rubbed it unconsciously. "What about you? Is it okay to study liberal arts?" Her voice is still so gentle. As for me, I can recognize this timbre at any time. "It's okay. After all, what I was good at before was liberal arts, and I can learn well now. I just don't know if I will be unable to do it if I learn too much later. However, mathematics is still my biggest problem." "Didn't I teach you a lot of math learning tips before?" Wen Huan turned around and looked at me. I couldn't see her expression, I could only see the first ray of light in the morning shining on her hair, making her look even more stunning. "I know some tricks, but I don't know how to use them. It's been too long and I have forgotten them." I dodge my eyes and don't dare to look at her. "It doesn't matter, I will teach you again in two days." Wen Huan did not delve into it, but was willing to teach it again. "Won't it affect you?" I'm a little worried. After all, we are in different classes now. It's not only a matter of time arrangement, but also other people's gossip. "It's okay, you can wait until I arrange the time to talk to you." Wenhuan stopped me. After so many years, she also understands my character. There are some things that I like to think about too much, and she also knows that, so she wants to arrange it before telling me. "Okay, thank you." I said thank you very sincerely. There was no need for Wenhuan to help me, but she still chose to teach me mathematics. "You're welcome." Wen Huan raised her hand to tie her hair back, then took out a rubber band, handed it to me, and asked, "Do you remember how to tie a ponytail?" I took the rubber band and tied a ponytail for her skillfully. Looking at the morning light in the distance, Wen Huan and I couldn't help laughing.

The autumn sunset hangs far in the horizon, and its bright colors even dye the surrounding clouds red, making it look really beautiful. On the playground track, I have already started my third lap of running. Since I came to school, I have slowly developed a good habit of running. Every afternoon during dinner, it becomes my time to exercise. Due to the wise regulations of the school's previous principal, the playground during dinner has become the only place where MP3 players can appear. At this time, you can run, listen to music, and watch the sunset. I looked at all kinds of people coming and going around me, and then looked at the sky that had darkened significantly, and suddenly I felt a feeling of loneliness in my heart. Due to my eccentric personality, I didn't have any close friends in my new class, and my interactions with everyone were limited to necessary social interactions between classmates; my roommates in the dormitory were only able to talk to each other because of my incompatible personalities. Therefore, I still miss my old friends very much, those friends who have been with me since elementary school. After running the remaining two laps, I wiped my sweat and saw that the time on my watch was still early. I didn't think about going back to the classroom. Instead, I walked out of the playground, put away my MP3 player and headphones, and walked towards the artificial lake behind the teaching building. The artificial lake is attached to the new campus. At first, some people liked to hang out here. Later, the study tasks became heavier, and the number of people here became smaller and smaller. Until now, there are only a few people in sight. In the past, this place was a dating mecca for couples, and it was also a place where the dean of students would catch puppy love. Later, because too many couples were caught, the rest learned their lesson and stopped coming here, so the only people left here were those who wanted to study quietly during dinner. When I came to the man-made lake, there were only a few people studying with books in their arms, and the rest were all invisible. I just found a bench, sat on it, and looked at the sunset and the fire clouds on the lake, and I lost my mind for a while. "Why are you here?" A voice woke me up from my daze. Looking at Wen Huan sitting next to me, I replied: "I just finished running, I don't want to go back to the classroom, and I don't know where to go, so just sit here for a while. You Why are you here? " "I was sitting by the window writing a question just now, and I saw you sitting here motionless. I didn't know what you were doing, so I came over to take a look. " Wen Huan blinked, and I couldn't help but look away with his lively eyes. "I'm fine, I'm just sitting here for a while." I replied somewhat redundantly. "I have nothing to do now, so I'll just sit with you for a while." Wen Huan's gentle tone made me don't know how to refuse her. Normally, we shouldn't sit together. The dean may come here at any time to inspect and see us sitting on a bench. He might have something to say. "Aren't you afraid that the dean will catch us?" I looked at the ripples on the lake, as if I saw my current state of mind. "It doesn't matter, the dean has just come here to check, and he will definitely not come again. Besides, we are innocent. Even if we are caught sitting together, and we are not afraid of the shadows, there is nothing he can do to us." After Wen Huan analyzed it, I dispelled my worries. As the sun gradually set, the sky finally darkened, and it was almost time for the first period of evening self-study to begin. Wen Huan and I were walking in the corridor of the teaching building, looking at the students around us who were rushing to class like us, and we had a feeling that this was study life. "Okay, I'm going back to the classroom first. I hope I won't see you sitting there alone next time." Seeing that Wen Huan had arrived in front of her class, she had no choice but to say hello and say goodbye to me. "I got it." Seeing that I agreed, Wen Huan returned to the classroom with satisfaction, and I looked at the time and quickened my pace.

As the last bell falls, all things come to an end, and the three years have passed in an instant, like a dream, untouchable, and broken at the touch of a touch. When I came out of the examination room, I didn't seem to have recovered from it. I subconsciously wanted to prepare to review the next exam, but after taking a few steps, I was instantly overwhelmed. I didn't have to review the next exam, and there would never be another exam like this in the future. Watching the classmates in the classroom happily packing up their things and bidding farewell to their friends, my heart was full of sadness. Although it was just a simple friendship between classmates, when it was time to say goodbye, my heart would still be full of emotions, just like the ripples on the surface of a lake where stones were thrown, and it would be difficult to calm down for a long time. After packing my things, I did not choose to go to the dormitory immediately, because the things in the dormitory had been almost packed at noon, and the remaining items were only mattresses and other large items, which would be difficult to pack in a while. I might as well take advantage of this time to see the campus again, because no one knows if I will have a chance to come back after leaving this time. Walking on the familiar playground track, I looked at the scenery around me. I had passed by this place countless times and it was very familiar, but at this moment it felt strange. After walking on the playground for a while, I left there and came to the artificial lake. There were already many couples blatantly dating here, but now that we have graduated, the dean can no longer find a reason to stop it. Looking at the couples around me, I chose to avoid them, walked to a secluded place, took out my phone and took a photo of the lake view, which was the end of my youth. "Guess who I am?" I was about to leave, but my eyes were covered. As the words came, even if she changed her voice intentionally, I still heard it all at once: "Wen Huan." "Correct answer." Wen Huan's white and smooth palm passed over my face, making me feel a little strange in my heart. "Why did you think of coming here?" I turned around and looked at Wen Huan. She was filled with an aura called youth, which was hers and mine. "Seeing that you are here, I dropped by." Wen Huan said, taking another step forward, his body almost touching mine: "I will tell you a secret, do you want to listen?" "What secret?" "Come closer, and I will tell you." I am obedient. He lowered his head and came close to her, put his mouth close to my ear, and whispered softly: "The secret is..." There was no sound from behind. Just when I felt strange, a little warmth suddenly appeared on my cheek. Then, a delicate body rushed into my arms. Her arms hugged my waist tightly, so hard, as if we were about to be separated and never see each other again. "Okay, okay." I raised my arms around Wen Huan and comforted her softly. I don't know why she burst out with such strong emotions, but I can do it to comfort her. "I'm so afraid I'll never see you again." The girl's choking voice came, like a sharp thorn, piercing my heart, the pain was so clear. "I won't leave unless you run away first." I held her cheek, wiped away the tears on her face with my fingers, and said with a smile. "I won't." Maybe it's because her cheeks were squeezed, and the girl's voice was a little soft, but to me, it sounded as straight to the heart as before. "That's okay, don't be afraid." I lowered my head and kissed the girl's soft lips, and she closed her eyes in time. At this moment, I felt as if there were only two of us in the world, and everything around me turned into nothingness. I could only hear our breathing, feel our heartbeats, and respond to the girl's movements. For a long time, our lips parted, and neither of us spoke. We just hugged each other, hugging each other hard...