In short, there will not be a strange fat cat, you follow the fat cat to find an antique store full of stories.
In short, the same person's name won't always appear on your library card, and that person happens to have been paying attention to you, and that person happens to be the grandson of the antique shop grandfather.
In short, you are separated from each other. You who sleep late every day will not suddenly get up early this morning, open the window and find that your beloved just returned from abroad, and then you will go somewhere comfortably to watch the sunrise.
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I think of the story of my high school. At that time, we studied at night until 22:00. Because my home was not far from the school, I always chose to do a few more math problems in an empty classroom. Every time I came out of a school building that was going to be empty, I met a girl with fair skin, a well-proportioned body, a fat baby, and bright eyes. We always take the same path. The distance from school to my house is not long, it is a path between houses. Cross a small road and walk past a small dilapidated square. The night in the county town was unusually quiet. The girl and I were always one after the other, listening to our own pace and accompanying us home.
The girl's home is farther than mine, and every time she goes downstairs in our unit, she will gallop upstairs and watch the girl walk to the corner of the building until she disappears.
At that time, it was simple and abnormal. At that time, almost every night would calculate the time to meet her, just one after the other. I thought she was a playful girl because every time she walked behind me the next night, she would run a certain distance in front of me and continue at the same pace.
In the summer before the college entrance examination, even if I knew this girl. It was not until a mock exam before the college entrance examination that the school assigned us to the same exam room based on the ranking of the previous exam. After a thrilling physics exam, she took the initiative to ask me the answer to a conveyor belt question, and we had our first time. verbal communication.
Then everything was business as usual, one after the other, I didn't know how to strike up a conversation, and I didn't think about feelings, but I just felt very comfortable. I was busy studying for the college entrance examination, and she guessed it was the same. It just became a habit to accompany you home in tandem every night. At that time, there was no social network, and the mobile phone was only used to communicate with the family. After all, there were only a few people in the school who had mobile phones at that time. I never thought that there would be no way to contact the girl.
The county town is very small, and I didn't know that this girl was a neighbor of one of my classmates until after the college entrance examination. I didn't know her name, the university she was going to study, and her character and family. A lot of stories happened that summer, and every summer after the college entrance examination, there will be many, many stories, but the story of me and her must not have happened.
Freshman year in Tianjin, just ended an unclear bond after Christmas. Suddenly I received a call from Jiangxi, and it was the girl. She spoke some things about her in her native dialect with a strong accent. I was at a loss, and after a few words of greetings, it ended hastily.
After that, there was no news, nor did she deliberately ask her classmates about her situation until now.
After a few unsuccessful relationships, I became more and more disbelieving in a contingency, and even directly rejected a longer and more stable relationship for a period of time. It's not so much a rejection as fear, fear of the unknown, fear of turmoil. What is the real world and why in the long run?
I admire the girl who came to Tianjin by train to find me and seek advice, but I really don't understand why courage should be placed on maintaining a relationship that is so fragile that any uncertainty can destroy it.
In the winter a few years ago, I still believed in the wonderful vow that two people will be together if they want to be together. So I chose to stay in the north and keep the greatest possibility of reality until the subsequent spring when the ugly fairy tale was shattered.
Are you willing to believe that childhood sweetheart? Are you willing to believe those geniuses for a long time? Are you willing to believe in all the courage based on chance?
Yesterday, I cried a lot in one's bedroom. What's the point of love? They are all stories that only belong to each person. Remember a little bit and listen carefully.
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