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1 .

When I first met Lu, it was the midsummer of my sophomore year.

I vaguely remember that there was a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air that day, and the fragrance of flowers was like a pair of gentle hands. Inadvertently, with the wind, it quietly touched my nose and left me at arm's length I closed my eyes unconsciously, lost my mind and fell into reverie.

Suddenly a word rang out in my ear: "Lin Yi, I heard that there are new classmates." The sudden noise at the same table startled me, and my whole heart seemed to be hung for a long time, unable to fall to the ground.

Just when I was distracted, a black figure flashed in Yu Guangli. I looked up and saw a strange face.

The deskmate suppressed his excitement, touched my waist with his elbow and whispered to me, "Look, new classmate, new classmate!" " "

A simple and clean broken hair, wheat-colored skin, he looks good when he smiles, with shallow dimples hanging around his mouth, two small white tiger teeth flickering, and a pair of black eyes shining with confidence, perseverance and charm. This is his purest appearance when I first met him.

It never occurred to me that my eyes and his eyes would rush across in the noise of the classroom. In an instant, when my eyes turned, everything was silent, only the faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in the air was still floating in the wind.

If the germination of a feeling begins with the touch of eyes, then this subtle feeling has quietly dropped a seed in my heart from that moment on.

After changing the position, Lu was arranged by the teacher to sit in the north window of Group 4, and I was in the south window of Group 3. During that time, I always tilted my head in class and pretended to look at the blackboard. Then I looked at him seriously, a bit like a thief, but I couldn't help it.

At first, he was very quiet. He doesn't take the initiative to talk to others. Every day, he just sleeps and reads. He doesn't listen to lectures very much, and his grades are really worrying. But I also heard that he has been a sports special student since junior high school.

Occasionally, he would turn to look out of the window. He looks at the scenery from the north window and I look at the scenery from the south window. The scenery facing the south window and the north window is very different. The south window faces a row of lush magnolia trees across the corridor, and the north window faces a low wall covered with lush ivy. When I looked out of the south window, a strange idea came out, which even amused me: "We will see the same sky."

Until October, the sunshine became soft, and the petals of osmanthus fragrans were dyed into rust color in late autumn, gradually moving towards apoptosis. At this time, my heart gradually calmed down.

2.

Summer and autumn suddenly passed, and winter came quietly. I thought we would always be just two parallel lines that never intersect, and there would be no intersection, but what fate wrote often caught people off guard. When the teacher ranked the positions, he read them out one by one: "Lin Yi, Lu." I was so nervous that I forgot to breathe. Because of my trembling hands, the pen fell to the ground with a bang. I didn't think I would be the front and back table.

What is even more unexpected is that he will be the vice chairman of the student union, and I happen to be the president of the student union.

Some people's light can't be covered by earthly dust, and he will eventually shine brilliantly. Perhaps from then on, his light will gradually emerge.

We inevitably have to deal with school affairs together, so I got in touch with the beginning.

One night, he and I were busy with the work of the student union. On the way back to the classroom, Jin Jia walked on my right. There is a good saying: "I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air." At this moment, we all said nothing, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

I raised my head slightly with my hands in my pockets to look at his expression, intending to find a few words to make fun of, but I didn't expect him to look at me, too. I turned my head and looked into his eyes, just like a bright moon, and there was a wave on the calm lake that I had never seen in my life. I realized that I had completely lost the ability to organize language, and a hot air came to my face. I looked down at once, the light was dim, and he couldn't see my red face.

"You are very hard." He just spit out a few words.

I didn't react at once: "Huh?"

He went on to say, "You have to draw, you have to deal with the student union, and you have to take care of your studies. Actually very tired. " It seems that the scar of a wound was cut bloody, and a sour feeling came up and blocked my throat. I couldn't speak for a long time.

Nobody asked me if you were tired after so long. In addition to "Lin Yi, you fight chicken blood every day!" ""Lin Yi, you are amazing, I really envy you. "Whether they are cynical or sincere praise, I remain silent.

What they don't know is that I stay up until half past twelve every day and get up at five in the morning, dragging my tired body, just to squeeze out a little time to brush a few more math problems; As for painting, I am a slow learner, and painting in the studio often feels inadequate because of poor painting; It is difficult to deal with the affairs of the student union, especially the discipline inspection. Some students think you fart and throw dirty water behind your back no matter how many times you say it ... In the end, I just smiled indifferently to cover up all my fatigue.

When you can't explain, you can only laugh it off. No one will care how hard you work. What you see is a beautiful result.

I need to change the subject urgently. I was afraid of tears, so I squeezed out a smile and said, "What about you? What do you want to do in the future? " The voice turned out to be hoarse

He looked at my face, which was more bitter than bitter gourd, and frowned, but he knew it. He replied, "Go to America to see Kobe."

I said thoughtfully, "Oh … it's Kobe."

When I came home from school that night, knowing nothing about the NBA, I searched all the information about Kobe. My most impressive description of Kobe Bryant: "The black mamba snake is the fastest and most aggressive killer among poisonous snakes in the world. Once bitten by the black mamba, it can kill people quickly and can die within 30 ~ 60 minutes. On June 5438+ 10, 2006, in the match between Huren and Raptors, Kobe Bryant was bloodthirsty and scored 8 1 point, and was nicknamed "Black Mamba" from then on. The black mamba is the most poisonous snake and Kobe is the most poisonous player. Stay away from Kobe, a poisonous snake. " Kobe is like a snake. He is very firm about what he believes in, which is very lethal. But the eyes I remember.

3.

I always practice calligraphy during my lunch break. It's so cold that my hands are red with cold. Jin Jia moved a stool and sat next to me. He bent over my handwriting. He said with a little disgust, "Lin Yi, look at your hands shaking." The tone is a little fierce.

"Can you not be so fierce? I will be afraid. " I looked at him and said it seriously.

"It's not that I'm not nice to you, but that my way of speaking is not good."

I was speechless and looked at a loss.

He beamed and his voice softened: "Lin Yi, although your writing is ugly, it is better than mine. Ask me to practice calligraphy. "

I was flattered, but I didn't even think about it. I just smiled with my eyes and said, "OK."

Next, I taught him to practice calligraphy by himself every night. He writes very carefully. I can see his beautiful side face, and I will think about how to outline his side face on drawing paper, which is more perfect. Unconsciously, a smile appeared on my mouth. But then I panicked. I am like a sober person, driving away those smiles cruelly, and then telling myself in my heart: No, Lin Yi, you can't think like this.

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But this kind of feeling will come completely after all, but I pretend I don't understand the amorous feelings, let it fall like a red flower, and I am like running water.

One noon, I returned to the classroom after checking my discipline. When I saw sitting in my seat and falling asleep on my desk, my last line of defense collapsed. At that moment, I realized that I was finished. When I first met him, a seed of love had grown into a vine in my heart, which was uncontrollable and gradually wrapped around my whole heart crazily.

That's the moment I want to remember most. I really think it's worth my life.

I don't know how to like a person, but I know that all I can do is be nice to him.

Lu said that he likes apples, so I personally went to the supermarket every day to pick out the apples he wanted to eat, and then cut them and put them on his desk, so that he could exercise before eating.

Or watch him play basketball with a group of classmates on the playground in the afternoon. I will stand quietly and watch him sweat profusely on the court. Every time he finishes playing, I will run up and hand him water, and he will pick it up and drink it. Whenever this time, there is always a sense of satisfaction in my heart.

He plays hard and gets hurt easily. It really hurts me to see him hurt for a long time. But I always just silently buy the medicine I often need and the snacks he likes to eat and put them in his box.

I knew he liked Kobe, so I went to buy Kobe's books and pretended to be casual and said to him, "I just bought Kobe's books in the bookstore."

He took it and said nothing, just kept looking at me, his eyes were gentle as water waves, and his mouth was shallow with dimples that I wanted to keep.

There is a tacit understanding that you don't talk and I don't talk, but at every moment of eye movement, the most sincere monologue is poured out. I believe Lu knows my monologue.

4.

He always sleeps in class. I drew a pig on his hand when he was asleep. After waking up, he was not angry, but slightly tired, squinting and saying, "Lin Yi, you are only three years old."

But I held back my laughter and pretended not to know anything. I kept saying, "Not me, really not me."

He had to helplessly look at me and smile, silently bathing the pig I painted.

I still remember that night, Lu accompanied me to get the blackboard newspaper and wash the brush, but he grabbed it and washed it for me. The water was so cold that his hands were red, but he didn't say a word.

What happened afterwards? Maybe all the warmth turned into ice on a cold night.

One night after school, I stayed on duty, but I didn't leave. He stood in the corridor outside the classroom, facing the sunset, and I suddenly remembered a sentence: The sunset is intoxicating, leaving only a quiet back. The picture was frozen into the most beautiful picture in my memory.

I crept up to him. I suddenly felt a little disappointed when I saw that he cast his eyes far away, so far that I never seemed to reach them.

"Lin Yi, you should study hard. If you leave here, you will go far. " Liu Jiajin suddenly said sadly.

"Very good." I always feel that something is going to happen, but I pretend to be calm.

I said, "Lu, which city do you like best?"

He thought about it and said, "Changsha."

"Then will you go there for the exam?"

"Take an examination of Huda." He said.

He doesn't know, just because Changsha is his favorite place, it has become my yearning; Just because Huda is the university he wants to go to, it has become my goal.

At this time, the sun has set, the night is getting thicker, and the sky is plunged into endless darkness.

As a result, when I came back from studying art that night, I saw that Lu's position was empty, and the tables, chairs and people had completely disappeared. I've never been so scared. I went to ask someone else, and someone told me, "Lu transferred to an ordinary class, as if because he couldn't stand the head teacher." Fortunately, it's not a transfer. But I am still very sad. I feel empty at the thought of not seeing his shining eyes when I go back.

I went back to open QQ, and in the window where I was talking to him, I said, "Lu Jin-chan." I never ask him if he is here when I look for him. I just typed "Lu" as if I were reading his name gently.

"hmm." He replied to me.

I hesitate to make sentences, but I am like a swinging pendulum. I don't know if I should press the send button, but I sent it anyway. I said, "Lou, you can go anywhere in the future, but can you tell me?" I feel like a deer. I feel crazy.

For a long time, he said, "Good."

Before going to bed, we said good night to each other as usual.

5.

Gradually, we met less and less, and I didn't dare to look for him. About his recent situation, except for his initiative to chat with me on QQ, almost everything else depends on listening.

It is said that the present deskmate is Zhang Luyan.

Who doesn't know Zhang Luyan? There have been countless boys chasing her since junior high school. Her beauty and self-confidence are innate. Her fair skin and delicate facial features are unforgettable. She is as proud as a noble white swan, and it is a beautiful scenery to go there casually.

Zhang Luyan and I used to be good friends, but later we lost touch because of different classes. Knowing her for so long, in my eyes, she is a red rose with thorns swaying in the world, beautiful and dangerous.

Even, I learned by innuendo that their relationship is getting closer and closer, just like a couple.

When I went back, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the ordinary-looking girl with dark skin. I suddenly feel low in the dust. I remember that Zhang Ailing wrote on the back of the photo given to Hu Lancheng: "Seeing him, she became very low, low in the dust, but she was happy and blossomed out of the dust."

You see, I still try my best to smile and gently say to the person in the mirror, "Lu is not like that."

They are not together, yes, it is not Zhang Luyan in his arms.

I don't know why it happened so coincidentally that it rained just after school that night. I don't have an umbrella and I'm used to not disturbing others. The thought of not far from home hardened my heart and rushed into the rain. The cold rain in winter hurts like a knife on my face. But no matter how painful, I didn't see the scene at the school gate, which made me feel distressed. That's heartbreaking pain.

I saw a girl with long hair and graceful figure leaning in his arms with an umbrella. I stood in the rain and felt numb from head to toe. I hugged myself and forgot the cold.

But he suddenly turned his head and saw me. For an instant, he seemed to be struck by lightning and muttered, "Lin Yi." I can't see his eyes in the dim light.

I just ran away. I am glad that most people hurried by in the cold rainy night and didn't stay for me, so that I can at least maintain my self-esteem. Suddenly feel very funny. It is always my own business to like him clearly.

We didn't find each other that night and lost each other's good night before going to bed.

I slept very restlessly. I woke up intermittently in the middle. When I close my eyes, I only see a nightmare. When I open my eyes, all I see is endless darkness. It's like being in a distant desolate area, and scenes are constantly replayed in my mind. So I just sat by the window wrapped in a quilt, with headphones in my ears, watching the hazy night until dawn.

6.

We are deadlocked, but I often think of him, but I never say anything. I am convinced of this sentence, "I will never forget it, and there will be repercussions."

Until the Spring Festival, when I was playing poker with some friends, the mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up. I picked it up and looked at it. For an instant, I panicked and didn't hear from him for a long time. It was Lu who sent me "Happy New Year"

I just replied, "Le Tong."

"What are you doing?"

"Playing cards."

He said to me inexplicably, "if you win, I will eat red." If you lose, I will go to song for you. "

After that, I received four songs he sang. They are: You at the same table by Lao Lang, What do you want from me by Joker Xue, and It's a pity that there is no if by JJ Lin.

I don't know. It turns out that he sings so beautifully. I hid under the covers and played one song after another. The hoarse voice touched me, and my long-lost thoughts began to be confused. When I first met him, my mind was full of his smile and his touching eyes.

When I heard him sing:

it's all my fault

Silence when you shouldn't be silent.

Be cowardly when you should be brave.

If it wasn't for me

Misunderstand your own free and easy.

Make us sad

But the old you.

I still am.

If you start over,

Tears filled my eyes. I put my hand over my mouth and tried to hold back my tears. I just sobbed, trembled, sobbed and forgot to breathe, as if my soul had left my body.

After a long time, my tears dried up and my mood gradually calmed down. I received his long-lost "good night". There is an illusion that we seem to have returned to the starting point.

On Lu's birthday, I am still determined to give him a present, otherwise I will definitely regret it. I drew a sketch of Kobe for him. There are many books and sweets that he likes to read, all in one box. He was really as happy as a child after receiving it. He said, "Lin Yi, no one knows me better than you."

"Yes, no one." My heart is very sour.

In June, I will leave school and go to Changsha for an eight-month training.

The night before I left, I happened to meet Lu in a teahouse near my school. He was sitting there alone, and I walked over.

"Lu Jinxi." I called him.

He looked up at me. Unexpectedly, he didn't bring any smile. His eyes are different from before, as if the light had dimmed. I have never seen him like this. It was a long time before he whispered, "Lin Yi."

"hmm."

He suddenly showed his dimples and smiled as before, as if what he looked like just now was just my imagination. He talked to me again, and then he was inexplicably silent.

It still hurts me to see him like that. I don't know what happened. I suddenly looked him in the eye bravely and said, "Lu, what do you think is the best love?"

Feeling that a century has passed, he said, "One room, two people, three meals, four seasons, four hands and three places, two hearts for life." What he said is beautiful, like an affectionate confession.

I can't speak, but tears have been swirling in my eyes, and somewhere in my heart has become very heavy. I suddenly realized that after so long, I still couldn't let him go.

Perhaps, with the flow of eyes, you can finally become a poem.

7.

For eight months, in order to be admitted to Hu University, I painted day and night. When I am tired, I always think of him, and then I say to myself, "If I get better, maybe I can stand by and watch him."

Occasionally standing by the Xiangjiang River, leaning against the railing, watching the sunset at dusk, the river breeze blows cool, and my thoughts will always drift back to that winter.

Sometimes I can't sleep. Just like that night, I sat by the window wrapped in a quilt, plugged in headphones, and kept showing frames of pictures with him in my mind.

I seem to be possessed, maybe something called missing is at work.

Later, I received a message: "Lu is chasing a girl named Senior Two."

It is said that the girl has long shawl hair, is tall and thin, and has a weak and pitiful temperament. Jin Jia seems to be serious about her.

It's raining cats and dogs in my heart, but I always think she's just a passer-by. What I want to be is the rest of his life.

If he is a dazzling star in the sky, I would like to stay on earth and look up and pick up his light. This may be a kind of sadness.

Until the most crushing thing happened, I failed in the final art exam, and I seemed to see that my long-cherished dream of Lake University was shattered in an instant.

I looked at Changsha, his favorite city. When the lights first came to the night, I was still young. I was like a wounded and lonely flood, flying in the way.

Back to school, when I saw Lu holding hands in the corridor, I felt like I was caught in a cold winter rain, and a wound in my heart opened again, bleeding and aching.

I remembered the fireworks I saw in Orange Island. It blooms in the quiet blue night sky, but turns to ashes in an instant. It was only gorgeous for a few seconds, and even the residual temperature was not left. So about this love, shouldn't it be the same?

8.

In fact, this love, from the beginning to the end, is just that I shuddered.

Senior three is about to graduate. While he was playing basketball in the city, I bought him a book, a photo album of Kobe, a postcard of Kobe, and went to see his last face.

He knew I was coming, so he waited for me in the corridor outside the dormitory. When he saw me, he gave his first smile.

We looked at each other for a long time, and he just whispered, "study hard."

? "I'm going to graduate," I forced a smile. "I am a foregone conclusion."

"The road you choose, you have to go through." He looks a little serious.

"I know."

I know that I always want to work hard and have enough ability to get the life I want, instead of going with the flow and being defeated by life.

At this moment, I suddenly looked up. I saw the rapidly changing white clouds on the horizon. The sunshine came out, which was a bit dazzling. I closed my eyes, but tears came out. I tilted my head. I said, "I'm leaving."

He was as silent as a statue, and finally he said, "Good." The voice is a little low.

I left a smile that I thought was the most relieved, and then turned and left. I left in a hurry, with a firm back. I'm afraid I can't help looking back. I'm afraid he will see the postcard in the book in advance. I wrote a line: "liking you with my whole high school life is the most worthwhile thing I have ever done."

After the college entrance examination, it is well known that I like him, but I received a girl's abuse on QQ for no reason. I was so angry that my old friend pulled me and said, "Forget it, it's fall in price who quarrels with such people."

I didn't know who that girl was until Lu sent a kissing photo in space, and Aite married that girl. I saw the girl in the photo, waking from a dream, and it was Ruoyun Zhang. This is beyond my dreams. To my former friends, I feel as stupid and thorough as ice. Time is cruel, and those really beautiful things can be washed away by it.

I don't know when the people around him changed from Han Yin to Ruoyun Zhang, but there was no me from beginning to end, not before, not now and never again.

After the college entrance examination, I filled in Changsha and he went to the north. At this point, the whole story is over, and he never appeared in my life again.

9.

Lu:

After you left, I lived a quiet life. Study every day, take part-time jobs, take photos, read books, chat with a group of friends when you have time, and learn to dress up. You see, I finally learned to live a good life as you wish.

Later, I met a lot of people, and many stories could actually start, but I just avoided it, not because I couldn't let you go, but because I was a little tired.

Sometimes people ask me if I still like you. I simply said, "It's over."

Lu Jinguan, I don't miss you very much. I only think of you occasionally, sweet-scented osmanthus in midsummer and cold rain in winter.

I work part-time in a pastry shop, and once this song was suddenly played in the shop:

? If you are fireworks at sea.

I am the foam of the waves.

? At some point, your light lit me up.

? If you are a distant galaxy.

Dazzling makes people want to cry.

? I am chasing your eyes.

Always look at the night sky when you are lonely.

? I can follow you.

? Sleepwalking chasing the shadow of light

? I can wait at this intersection.

Whether you pass by or not.

Every time I look up for you

Even tears feel free.

? Some love is like the sun setting, having it and losing it.

I was in a trance and even dropped the shopping bag I handed to others. I don't care what outsiders think. I looked at the people coming in and out outside with red eyes. You know, Lu, you are just a light. I'm just a light chaser. Now, I have spent two spring and autumn in your favorite city, autumn and winter, winter and spring, and now it is winter. You didn't say you were coming, and I didn't want to wait.

10.

I thought my eyes would eventually become a poem, but I never wrote this poem about you. You just belong to me, half a poem, which is enough for me to read all my life.

I'm just grateful to fate for showing you in my best youth. Lu, you should be good.

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