Nine Knives is a lucky seventeen-year-old who is not in the throes of adolescence. He actually remembered it so recklessly. How would Shen Jiayi think in reality, just like "Wu Nianzhen" - "no longer read true", what would she think.
How many times have I sworn to be our "nine knives" and write down our "those years". But I have been writing since the first year of high school, and I have written one book after another. As soon as I started, a new story and a new life began. Only when I was in my third year of high school did I send a manuscript with tens of thousands of words to a magazine.
The last time I made a vow, after graduating from university, C and I were sitting in Yosemite (equivalent to our central perk). It was the winter after I returned to China, I was unemployed, and I have been facing some old beliefs at home. We sat in the cafe every day and talked, she said: You write, you write, I am not afraid to be your material. ——She is such a good writer herself, she is the heroine herself, but I don't have the courage to write anymore.
The person I want to write about is the person we liked together.
At that time, someone who was as bright as "Ke Jingteng", when I watched "Those Years", he was like the hero, so vivid and fragrant reminded me:
after he entered the classroom, before he sat upright, he was lying in the class. The way he sleeps on the table; the way
he stretches his hand behind him to hand over the book without looking back; the way he takes
off his shirt when he plays basketball; the way
he prides himself on being smart and talented, compared to the way we are just good students;
he The way Big Brother Chong touched my head when I was crying; the way
he silently followed behind C; the way
he squatted down to put down my trousers in winter; the way
he was on the morning of January 1, 2002, when we When I met at a fast food restaurant, he stretched out his hand to me from behind while queuing up to give me Dove;
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when we were punished to stand in front of the whole school students during the break-up exercise together;
When we were all left in the classroom on Saturday afternoons; when
I waited for him on the basketball court for an afternoon and then went home with him; when
I rode out of school in the heavy rain to buy him a plate of Jay Chou";
after the college entrance examination, a row of people went to the reservoir and sat on the long embankment, just like in the movie, when we talked about the future and didn't know anything;
we sent each other to college, we cried and said in our hearts When I cherish goodbye and say goodbye to youth loudly.
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I heard that after he broke up with C, when he cried a lot in the college dorm. Like Lao Cao, when I want to beat him up.
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Years later, the coordinates of our lives are getting farther and farther away. Whether it is the coordinates of geography or the coordinates of the outlook on life, we cannot easily find a reason to say hello and treasure. Only lightly told others that I heard that he was about to get married, that he had broken up with his fiancée, and that his parents had divorced. I don't know what his life is like in the distance, but when he calls me unguarded once a year, I still have a slight tremor in my heart and hope that he can live well. When someone bought me a Hero 100 pen as a birthday present ten years later, I can still clearly remember how flattered I was when I received this birthday present from him ten years ago. ——In the 365 days, only by those very short possibilities, I will be touched by the past; and the other weak self is saying to the stubborn self at the same time: that was liked with blood, sweat, heart and whole youth. How can you leave no room at all?
That day, my mother was asking me which middle school classmates I would invite for the wedding. I thought about it and said that there would not be too many people. I was hesitating, I thought that there would always be a long life in Japan, whether it would pass faster and faster, and there would be no possibility of meeting.
In my drawer, in the cookie jar, in the excerpts, not a single note you wrote to me was thrown away, probably still intact, with my last letter to you before college— That night I sat on the bed and wrote for a long, long time. As usual, I tore up the beginning of the writing until I finished it solemnly, and finally folded it and kept it by my side.
After watching this movie, I want to say something. When I saw you in school saying that you watched this movie with tears, laughter and tears, I knew you understood it too. But maybe they are distracted, each thinking about a world.
At this moment, I only miss the cruelest years from 2000 to 2003, and only miss you at that time.
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