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Chongqing, a mountain city, would never dream of recalling your youth in a hotel in this city.

After graduation, you and I went our separate ways and occasionally met at classmates' weddings. Can you recall when you were in the same class, who read the composition the most by the teacher and who solved the diary the fastest? Ten years later, you and I don't remember those formulas and nouns. You and I have seen many beautiful scenery, but the most beautiful memories are still hidden in our hearts, enjoying them quietly alone.

In those years, everyone had either an ignorant girl or an ambiguous love. When watching a movie, I really don't want the movie to end. It seems that as soon as the movie ends, I will return to reality, to the endless work and tangled reality, and it is always best to recall the past. Giddens Ko, you are great. You filmed countless people's school days. When I started to buy a car, when I started to book a room, when I started to see more famous mountains and rivers and meet more girls, I suddenly found that the contact between people became more and more complicated. Contact with girls, the second question is "family background". What kind of family background determines whether you will be with her, when everyone will be labeled countless times, and when can I be like a high school, whether you are a rich second generation or a poor second generation? But can you and I still be so open-minded now?

Thank you for liking me, and thank you for liking me at that time. You and I went through that experience together, and it was a day that everyone cherished and cherished. I love you and everyone who accompanied me through that time.

Tell a true story first.

Ke Jingteng, 33 years old, male, from Changhua, Taiwan Province Province. In the first grade, I began to like the girl in the front seat, Shen Jiayi. I study hard for her. Although I failed for eight years, I finally became friends. In 2005, Shen Jiayi married a middle-aged man who was eight years older than himself. After attending the wedding, Ke Jingteng wrote his story into a novel, 20 10. He made the novel into a movie "The Girl We Chased Together in Those Years".

He has another name: Giddens Ko. The most popular online writer in Taiwan Province Province. When Giddens Ko showed her finished novel to Shen Jiayi in 2005, she wrote him a long letter: "Thank you, Ke Jingteng, for writing such a story, which made me feel like a special person."

In the movie, except for the heroine's name, the names and story locations of all the characters have not changed. Giddens Ko said to Shen Jiayi, "Please forgive me this time. Although (your name) changed a word because I wanted to protect you, it sounds exactly the same. Because I want Ke Jingteng to wear a uniform and shout in the rain, Shen Jiayi, I like you! I want to see it. I want to hear it.

When you really like a girl, seeing her marry someone else is definitely not a complete blessing. This is true love-Ke Jingteng.

Everyone has their own student days, and they all had a secret crush, either at the same table or in the same class. That kind of feeling is really good. I still remember the smell of rose petals when my monitor passed me in junior high school. Nostalgia, like me, leads to you, Hua and old boys at the same table, and the girls we chased together in those years.

I spent two nights reading Giddens Ko's novel The Girl We Chased Together in Those Years, and it took me less than two hours to finish the film. How can I put it? His talent for telling stories far exceeds his talent for writing and directing. His editing, music and the use of lens language all show that his directing skills are immature, but he told his story seriously, and he touched himself and me.

Shen Jiayi should be the lucky star of Ke Jingteng, and Giddens Ko also admitted this in his speech at Peking University. At that time, Ke Jingteng studied hard in order to "respect" himself. Because Shen was a good student, he had no other way to chase after her. Therefore, Ke Jingteng's score can range from over 400 in the whole grade to 2 1.

, can be admitted to the university, and finally become a network writer "Giddens Ko". He always thanked her, even if he didn't end up together.

At the end of the film, the boys who like the girl together went to her wedding.

When taking a group photo, everyone clamored to kiss the bride. The groom was calm: "Yes, but how will you kiss Shen Jiayi in the future?"

Everyone was in an uproar, saying that the groom was stingy. At that time, Ke Jingteng rushed to the groom and kissed him in French.

In the camera, everyone was shocked, and so was the bride. Slowly, the bride smiled with tears in her eyes.

Thank you for your love.

I like myself when I like you.

Tall and thin; Basketball is good, at least handsome; Still a little angry; Speak loudly, even when laughing; Often late; Poor grades; Talking back to the teacher in class makes the whole class laugh; Hiding in the toilet during class to smoke collectively; Go home with my brothers after school and parade in the city; He is often punished for standing on the flag-raising platform and criticizing the school.

At that time, such boys were problem students in the eyes of teachers and bad teenagers in the eyes of parents. But also the ideal boyfriend of almost every girl at that age. At that time, the girl was in a critical period of growth, with a fearless spirit of adventure and needed someone to affirm her. This affirmation has a great influence on her later life, and I myself began to realize it later.

The winter in senior three is particularly cold. The night before the art test, I called Y and asked him what he was doing. He said he was working on the color palette, and I said I couldn't find the admission ticket. I almost cried at that time. I called him and ran out to stop a car to go to school. At night 1 1 half past ten, y accompanied me to look for the admission ticket in the classroom with a flashlight. I couldn't find it in the end. I squatted at the school gate and cried. You dragged me, and I refused to get up. You walked a long way behind my back like that. I only remember that day I wiped tears and snot on Y's back. He nodded yes to everything I said, and then slowly, I fell asleep on him.

After the art test, we went back to school and Y came and sat with me. At that time, art students were very crowded and sat in the last few rows of the classroom. Y and I don't attend morning self-study at school, but I usually arrive later than Y. During the second half of the third year of senior high school, I secretly ate breakfast brought by Y under the table in the first class in the morning, and he just smiled at me. When the weather gets warmer, Y and I will go to the back wall of the school to smoke after lunch. Sometimes we don't say a word, sometimes we talk a lot. I just never asked, do you like me?

Y had already quit the school team at that time, but Y was still playing in the last sports meeting. There were many people around the basketball court at that time. When y scored, suddenly several girls shouted: XXX, you are so handsome! ! I don't know what I was thinking, but I shouted loudly at the opposite side: XXX is my name. Don't call! ! ! ! After a long time, Y told me that he was very happy that day.

After two years of ambiguity, I finally parted ways with Y at the graduation ceremony in June. That night, the whole class had a dinner. At the dinner table, everyone was talking about what happened in those years, from knowing nothing about each other when I first entered school to being reluctant to part with you today. Someone is already crying. Y and I were drunk. He secretly held my hand under the table, and I watched him on the table. While eating, I went to the bathroom. I saw him standing in the corner when I went out. The two men looked at each other for a long time. He said, I can't accompany you anymore, Ye XX. I said nothing, but I still looked at him like that. He came up to me step by step, blushing after drinking and his hair was messy. At that moment, he was close to me. For two years, we have not received a kiss, but only shook hands. The only hug just now, now, is a tight hug, but it is also the last time.

Then I cried like crazy.

I didn't see you off the day he left. I texted him that it was really good to know him. He replied, thank you. I feel the same way.

Thank you, not only for two years' care, not only for accompanying me to sleep in the middle of the night, not only for giving me an intravenous drip when I am sick, not only for folding my coat as a pillow in class, but also for peeling oranges and tutoring me in gouache in winter. These are all good times you gave me. Also, thanks to those two years, you and I were still simple teenagers, and we were still honest with each other. You didn't care if I had breasts, and I didn't care if you had money. Our feelings are not utilitarian.