Chapter 1 That Memory...

Song: "Later"

Singing: Liu Ruoying

Gardenia white petals/falling on my blue folding skirt/love me

/You whisper/I lowered my head and smelled a fragrance...

How do you remember me/with a smile or very silent

/Is there anyone who can make you not lonely over the years

Later/I finally learned/how to love/Unfortunately, you/already gone

/Disappear in the sea of people

Later/Finally understood in tears/Some people/Once missed, they would not be there

Love at that time/Why can it be so simple/And why when people are young

/Be sure to hurt the person you love deeply/in this similar late night

/Are you the same/Are you also quietly regretting/If we could not be so stubborn at that time

/It's not so regrettable now

Never come back, there is a boy who loves that girl...

1

Memories are like a mossy path of mutton intestines. If you don't pay attention, you will fall all over your body. Inadvertently, I opened the dusty small box, which contained only a few yellowed letter paper and a bottle of lucky star. Under the dim yellow light, my gradually twisted face was reflected, and my eyes seemed to be a little hazy, because there was a layer of water-like fog covering my sight...

The night was already deep, but I was not sleepy at all. I sat alone in front of the window and smoked one by one. I have been used to this since Ya'er left.

That was many years ago. Yaer is not beautiful. She can be said to be very ordinary and likes to tie a horse's tail. The melon seed face, thin eyebrows on the flexible eyes, the small nose, and a small mouth that always pout, outline the vivid appearance of a very real little girl. Yaer is very well-behaved, very sensible and understanding. She is a rare good girl.

When we met her, we were only 17 years old. This was a rebellious age. The process of acquaintance is ordinary and can no longer be ordinary.

She is a girl in my neighbor's class, because a classmate party met each other in the vast crowd. She gave me a very special feeling. During the banquet, she would never talk more. Her shallow smile gave people a very general feeling. Such an ordinary and not outstanding woman aroused great interest in me, a bad teenager at that time. From then on, I began to pay great attention to this clever girl who didn't talk much...

At the age of 17, I don't understand what love is at all. There is only a kind of natural hazy between men and women. It may be because my attention was too obvious, which finally attracted Yaer's attention.

One day, I skipped class as usual and secretly looked at Yaer, who was listening carefully, in front of the window of the next class. I like to look at her secretly from behind from a distance. Her back is very quiet and makes me feel very comfortable. But that day, what she didn't expect was that she turned her head and looked out of the window.

It's understandable that she found me, a guy who often peeped at her. Just as I was panicked, she magically found that Yaer had the sweetest smile in my direction. At that time, I just lost myself in an instant and fell into such an evocative smile...

After class, Yaer walked out of the classroom and found me in a corner of the teaching building. It was still the face with a light smile forever. I just feel that I am a little weak and my heart beats very much. In fact, I also feel a little puzzled. Usually, I am not afraid. Even if I fight with senior boys, I have never been so weak. What's wrong with this?

It was very difficult to move away from my body leaning against the wall, reached out and took off the cigarette still holding at the corner of my mouth. I saw Yaer frown slightly. After a long silence, I finally said first, "Yaer, are you looking for me?"

Yaer nodded: "I know, the wind in the next class. It seemed that you were also there on Tingting's birthday last time."

Tingting is my only heterosexual friend who studies well in school. That's why I, an "alternative" guy, appeared at the last dinner party. After listening to Yaer's words, I was a little relieved. At least with so many people at that time, she would still notice me and still remember it.

In fact, I am a very inferior person in front of my classmates who study well, and I have a strange personality. I often like to hide alone in a dark corner. However, in the face of Yaer in front of her, the usual brag in front of her friends suddenly disappeared, like an eggplant beaten by frost. It took me a long time to nod to Ya'er in response.

Yaer smiled at this time and said, "You always look at me secretly at the back of the classroom..." After saying that, she winked at me meaningfully.

I suddenly suffoed my words and only felt that my face was very hot.

"Don't smoke less. Don't skip class in the future. Be generous if you want to find me. Don't be like a thief. Well, it's time for class. I'm leaving. Bye." Yaer frowned slightly and looked down at the cigarette in my hand, which made me even more I didn't know what to do.

"Well..." It seemed to be hypoxia. It took me a long time to react and gently spit out two words at Ya'er's back: "Bye..."

"Hehe..." Yaer turned her head, smiled at me again, and then ran away and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

At this time, I sighed for a long time, shook my big head, and said to myself, "Do you smoke less? Don't skip class? Is she caring about me? Does she think I'm a friend? She told me to be generous when I looked for her in the future..." I smiled and muttered, "Friend... Are I friends with her?"

In this way, Yaer and I became real friends. Since then, I have often picked her up at the school gate after school, and then politely sent her home. During the holiday, I asked her to go out to play, watch movies, go shopping, and squatted on a small stall on the roadside to eat spicy hot pot. My clothes were so hot that I was wet and sweated. Then I laughed and ate ice cream crazily... ...

Everything seems to be so natural, but I feel that I am really happy in those days. Time seems to pass quickly, and it has been several months in a blink of an eye. We are already familiar with each other and seem to be used to having such a person around us.