L is my classmate in the same class , his class is on the far left on the sixth floor, and my class is on the far right on the first floor. It is almost impossible for us to meet each other, and it is almost impossible to even pass each other. However, we met.
On the basketball court in front of the gym, the second-level basketball league is in full swing.
The sunset in summer always stays for a long time. The sun at 6 o’clock is very soft. I bent my back and tried my best to squeeze into the basketball court that was surrounded by water. I managed to squeeze into the innermost row, but I was dizzy when the oncoming ball hit me. Dazzling, sitting on the ground.
Yes, it's so bloody, I met L.
He hurriedly ran to me, the bright yellow sneakers were particularly eye-catching, and the beads of sweat on his forehead glistened in the sun, slid down his beautiful edges and corners, and landed on his white jersey.
He pulled me up apologetically: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"
I covered my aching head and yelled at him angrily: "You'll know if you've been smashed!"
He rubbed embarrassedly and guiltily. My forehead: "I'm really sorry, wait a few minutes for me, and I'll help you heal the wound after the game is over." Then I hurried back to the court and got into the game.
Of course, I wouldn't wait for him obediently, and silently ran to the opposite court to cheer for my class.
I thought our encounter would be over like this, but...
three days later, during the big class break, I turned my head and saw L leaning against the window with a bright smile on his face. shattered hair and white clothes. The sun quietly sprinkled on his angular profile, glowing with soft light, I was fascinated by it.
Some people say that I like it not because he has a car and a house, but because the weather was fine that day, and he happened to be wearing a white shirt that you like.
Seeing that I woke up, L sat across from me, ignoring the booing of the surrounding classmates, and put Terensu in front of me with a smile on his face, "Please drink milk, is it an apology, is your head better? It wasn't that day. Do you want to wait for me?"
"It's just hitting the head, it's not a big deal." I turned my face away angrily to hide my unnatural emotions.
"That day you screamed and it hurt... Hehe" L stretched out his hand to rub my head, got up and left, the bell for class preparation rang on time, "It's class, I'll go first, see you" The
wind sneaked in through the window and blew I messed up L's rubbed hair, stroked my slightly hot face, and my heartbeat started to speed up half a beat.
Meeting L was an accident, but getting to know each other was inevitable.
He infiltrated my life bit by bit and became an indispensable presence.
I thought we were so well-matched, so well-matched that we didn't even show our hearts. However, he became my only one, and I was only one of his thousands of friends.
I thought I found my little prince, but I am not his rose.
I have seen his rose, she is beautiful and elegant, like a thousand roses, but it belongs to him, unique to him.
And I, the fox, who voluntarily chose to be domesticated should bear the tears of parting.
In "The Little Prince", the fox said that only by looking carefully can you see the truth.
My dear little prince, may you see me with your heart, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and my laughter echoes in the wind.
I don't cry when parting, I put tears in my heart.
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