I still remember my crush in elementary school. The last two words were Jingjing, and I always imagined her as Xiaojing in Doraemon. She was also a class girl at the time, and she smiled sweetly. We often passed notes in class. Later, when I had the opportunity to be at the same table, my hands were often blue and purple, and she was pinched, but my heart was always so sweet. Later, when she was in sixth grade, she transferred schools and left. Also lost contact.
Later, in junior high school, the monitor's name also had jing in it, but it was Jingjing. In the eyes of a clumsy little boy like me at the time, she was so authoritative, assertive and trustworthy. It wasn't until one day in the second year of junior high school that I saw her quarreling and fighting with another girl in the class who was a little bit better looking. I didn't know what happened, and I still don't quite understand what happened. . And since then, it seems that everyone in the class is deliberately avoiding talking to her and ignoring her, except me. In the third year of junior high school, I plucked up the courage to write a New Year's card for her, saying that I would always support her and so on. It seemed that I wrote a lot of words. I was so stupid at the time, I couldn't even figure out what I was trying to say. Later, I did not receive a greeting card from her. Later, after graduation, classmate records were still popular at that time. I deliberately left the last page for her before I finally took it to her to write. When she returned it to me, the page was full of tears... I have never seen her cry in public, it seems that these two pages carry all her grievances and bitterness over the past three years. Later, last year, she got married. I heard from others that she was very happy. Seeing her picture, she smiled so sweetly.
When I got to high school, with my grades, I could have gone to a better province, but I didn’t want to burden my family, and I wanted to make some money (the result was 11 points off the standard line of the scholarship, and I failed to get the scholarship. The closest time I was to the so-called scholarship, the scholarship will not be with me in the future), I chose to continue studying at my children's school. This choice allowed me to see Jingjing in elementary school again, but from the first time I met her, I found out that she was no longer who she used to be. She carried a small pumpkin with a love engraved on it, and smiled sweetly with a handsome senior on the playground. Later, she fell in love under my nose. She calls me a brother, and occasionally I make a cameo appearance as my husband in name. For example, when she has a conflict with her official "husband", I always accompany her on the phone until late, and help her make up for it at her house. Courses dropped due to skipping classes. One afternoon before the college entrance examination, I went to her house for the last time, and she fell asleep on the table. The warm afternoon sun shines on her face, and there is a slight smile on her face, which feels so sweet and beautiful. Later, I was admitted to Xi'an to go to university and lost contact again.
Later, in what place, what kind of story will happen, I don't know, I don't know if I can see Jingjing again, or whether Jingjing is really as happy as in the photo, I really don't know. knowledge. It's called destiny.
I saw the movie Sweet Honey a long time ago. At that time, I should have just been a high school student. To be honest, I have no impression after watching it. Only recently saw this movie by chance. In an instant, all of the above events came to mind. In the film, Li Qiao and Li Xiaojun's split and combined are also happening all around us.
We are all walking on our own way. Maybe one day, we will come to the same place because of the same thing. With long or short intersection and sweetness in our hearts, this is enough.
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