The scene of the first date is still in the dream: his clean plaid shirt, the gentle smile in his eyes, the mottled sunset, the noisy crowd, and the moist and soft kiss. The scene seems to be very beautiful, and the hero and heroine should be very sweet, but it seems to be covered with a layer of sadness. This sadness is like a fog, making the picture hazy, and everything is sticky and blurred. I can't breathe.
"Mo Li, get up quickly, you're going to be late, this is Lao Tian's class." Hearing Zi Yan's anxious voice, I suddenly woke up from the dream. Zi Yan looked at me strangely and said, "What dream did you have, you are still frowning while sleeping?"
"Maybe I drank too much, it's okay, it's okay, go to Lao Tian's class quickly." Lao Tian talked about "Music Appreciation", a so-called examination class that doesn't matter if you don't have to worry about failing a class, but because of his appreciation The most important thing is music, we must go to every section. Judging from this course alone, we are definitely passionate young people with artistic dreams. Especially Zi Yan, she is absolutely serious in class. So, I resisted drinking so much wine, insomnia and a splitting headache all night to go to class with them.
On the way, they mentioned today's college entrance examination, but I said softly in my heart: "Goodbye, my first love." I know that no one would think that yesterday was the day when I lost love for two years. I didn't even think about it myself. I thought that the love in junior high school was doomed to have a beginning and an end, doomed to be fragile and vulnerable, and doomed to end on the day of graduation.
Therefore, our date has no confession, and our first love has no commitment. I was just carefully maintaining our fragile and vulnerable love. I thought our first love was only full of happiness and sweetness, but whenever I flipped through the yellowed diary and saw those crooked and bitter handwriting, I can't help but feel heartbroken.
We are so young, but we are bearing the weight of love. Does he also know that we will not end? So never give me even a promise of a lie? And I, that nervous and proud little heart, didn't know whether our date meant the beginning of our love, so I tried my best to maintain the only reserve.
What did I ever call him? Lin Can. There will always be only this title. Lin Can, this one with a surname stood proudly between us, alienating the already long distance between us.
How have I ever responded to him? Every time he proposed a date, the phrase "I don't want" always blurted out firmly. I still remember my first kiss, when he cautiously bent down and kissed me gently, I could only stand quietly and stiffly, staring at his face with my eyes wide open. I gently asked myself, is this true? Is he my Lin Can? Can I take him as mine? Then I heard his pounding heartbeat, and I looked at the lights behind him with extreme anxiety. I don't understand why the closer he is to me, the less secure I feel. I know that we will eventually separate, and after separation, we will be like strangers with a little bit of resentment, or after many years when we meet on the street, we will have a slight feeling. With a very polite smile, he said, "Mr. Lin, long time no see." "Well, yes, Miss Mo is doing well." The words were flat and unfamiliar. Or maybe when we saw each other again, we simply forgot that we once knew each other.
In this fantasy, I still enjoy the sweetness of love nervously. We even avoided the stalking of our parents together, and then let our two little hearts beat wildly. We spent the Songkran Festival together, holding water guns and fighting each other crazily. We ran like crazy in the summer rain, and then stopped to laugh. We had a snowball fight in the white snow together, looking at each other's red little hands, we only warmed each other in our hearts. Every time I think of those two small figures in such a vast world, my warm eye sockets become moist. I began to think of the lyrics more and more frequently, "At that time, the sky was always very blue, and the days always passed too slowly. You always said that graduation was far away, and they went their separate ways in a blink of an eye." I didn't feel that graduation was so far away, I Just know we're going our separate ways.
Graduation is coming in a blink of an eye. I know that with his grades, he will be admitted to a key high school, but I am not sure. I just work hard and keep working hard.
I clearly remember our date at the end of the senior high school entrance examination. We sat by the small river and talked about the examination questions relaxedly. His hands tightly held my left hand and never let go. When I left, I was very surprised that I didn't have a trace of reluctance or nostalgia. The moment I turned around, I felt that we would still go back to school tomorrow, and we would still be at the same table.
After the exam, my father told me without warning that we would move out of this small town and let me choose where to study in high school. I chose to stay without hesitation, but I should go to my new home to spend the summer vacation. It wasn't until then that I realized we were over, and since that turn we were over.
It was a long summer vacation, staying in a strange city that made me confused, holding a string of phone numbers I knew by heart, ??Never pressed. I don't know why, maybe it's just that I have been living in despair and never thought that we would have a future, so I no longer want to create a bigger tragedy. Deeper love only adds to the pain of a breakup, doesn't it? A love with no ending, the sooner it ends, the better for each other. Did this gorgeous encounter have a poignant ending at graduation? Perhaps, it ended hastily without even ending (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com