Why do so many people like to eat lollipops?

Maybe it’s because lollipops are delicious!! Story:

There was a little girl who loved eating lollipops since she was a child. The only thing she wanted to do every time she went out on the street was What I want is a lollipop, and my father wants the same one when he comes back from a trip. Grandma always jokingly says that only puppies like to eat it, so it is called "dog licking candy". The little girl pouted her little mouth, Say "no". But I would still stretch out my little hand to take the lollipop handed over by grandma. She will not admit that she is a puppy, just like the little girl in "Green Forest" who doesn't want William to call her "dog".

As I get older, I can no longer bite lollipops like I did when I was a child. I just miss that feeling. At that time, the taste of lollipops was monotonous and the packaging was dull. It's not particularly beautiful, but I think it's really delicious.

In an era when many people are fascinated by roses, lollipop craze has emerged on campus. At this time, even older children can bite lollipops, and of course she has become one of them. . Even the friends around her are affected.

When I was a sophomore in high school, the girl’s deskmate was a boy. He was a boy with beautiful big eyes and long eyelashes. I remember that in the first year of high school, when she was sitting next to him, she and he were at the same table for two weeks. They had a special conversation and chatted with each other because they had the same friend. But after that, boys rarely even say hello when they see her. Girls don’t understand. Weren’t they so talkative before? Why did it suddenly become like this? But it can only be like this, maybe he just has that kind of personality. When they were roommates again, they seemed to be back to their former self, still talking and laughing all day long. The girl asked the boy why such a good classmate at the time would treat him like that later. An unexpected answer was that "the girl went to school in the city for a year" was so surprising, because he said that he had been in the city before. When I was in school, I always felt that children in the city were bad, and I felt that girls were also bad at learning. I don't know since when the boy would secretly put his hand under the girl's hand. The girl who was always concentrating accidentally touched a warm hand and retracted her whole body like a convulsion, and a bright red cloud flew over her face. Of course, she, who has always been gentle, could not help but say something like "You are looking for death." I don’t know when the girl started to bring an extra lollipop every time she went to buy it. Her best friend saw it and asked why she took an extra lollipop. She always said that this was a reserve food for self-study tonight. When he first brought the lollipop back, it was indeed his own food reserve for the night, because when the girl raised the lollipop, the boy didn't feel like eating it at all. Finally one day, the girl peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth, and he finally I ate the lollipop but kept my head buried. It turns out that it’s not that he doesn’t want to eat, but he is afraid that others will see him and laugh at him because he is a grown man. Many times the boy would find a lollipop in the desk here after eating. It was fruit-flavored, usually sweet and sour. The boy got a taste of her kindness, and the girl got to know the boy's innocence for the first time. He actually told the story twice, but she still liked to hear it, the story of him and his little lamb, the story of how even the little lamb was sick and gave it to the little lamb. The little boy who cried when he got an injection was so innocent in her heart. Maybe when you are young, you don't understand what love is. Life goes by like this, and the boy's occasional hand on the girl's hand will not prevent them from becoming best friends. When they couldn't speak, they would always tear off pages of various papers, conveying their simple little happiness in silent language. In a self-study class where she was eating secretly, the girl tore off the bread and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. The boy stared straight ahead. It turned out that the class teacher came over. The girl blushed with embarrassment. She had no other intention, just because It would be a pity to waste it if she couldn't finish it, but the teacher would definitely misunderstand her, so she ran away and secretly moved her desk with him to the front row without even saying a word. , when the class teacher came back from a business trip and saw it, she just said that she couldn't see it from behind, and then it was over.

The boy was a little sad when he left for the second time. He asked with a flying note if he was afraid of this "wolf" and if he could, he would never let her hand go again. The girl told him that he I can only acquiesce. It’s just that from then on, the notes between the two of them will travel through "thousands of tables and thousands of people" from the last shot. The short words are leaping in the air, and the warm heartfelt words are also conveyed in the leap of the notes. Lollipops fell into the boy's desk unknowingly.

But no matter how hard it is to really chat together, we are already so far apart. He would only take advantage of small opportunities to say a few words. I remember that during class activities in the evening, he would always accompany him by the window, looking at the stars in the distance, and telling the words in his heart. One day, the boy said that there were too many lollipops that he couldn't bear to eat at his place. He piled them up and stuck them on the bedside. The girl felt a little joy in her heart.

The days passed lightly. One weekend afternoon, they went out for a walk together. On the long railway, she walked on the narrow rails. His warm hand tentatively held her. She refused. The moment she was about to fall, she no longer refused the boy's extended hand. However, looking at the passing crowd, she still broke away from his hand and walked far, far away. As night fell, the girl walked away. On the railway track, the boy held the girl's hand tightly. The girl's whole body was shaking like an electric shock. That was the first feeling of holding her hand. The boy kept squeezing the girl's hand, as if he wanted to crush her in his palms. Their palms were covered with sweat. The girl felt the boy's heavy breathing, affecting every nerve in her. That was something she had never done before. A feeling I have never experienced before. The boy stopped, gently pushed the girl's hair, and hugged the girl. The girl's heart beat violently, but she pushed him away. Then the two of them walked forward holding hands as before. Inadvertently, the boy quickly pressed a kiss on the girl's cheek. The girl stared at him stupidly. The boy could not help but hug the girl, and the messy kiss fell on the girl. On her face, the girl stretched her hands to the sky, as if she wanted to grab something, but did not push the boy away until the boy's lips fell on hers. His breathing was so heavy, and the girl felt her lips being bitten by the boy. It hurt so much that she pushed him away suddenly. There were tears in the girl's eyes. She didn't know why? It was too painful, too exciting, or too happy. She had no way of knowing. The boy said sorry like a child who had made a mistake. Then the two of them walked back to school far away from each other.

That was the girl’s first kiss, and it was also their last kiss of youthful taste. The boy returned to his original school and left without warning.

Today, it is pale to use words to commemorate the things that have passed away. There is no way to know the whereabouts of the girl and boy. The story can only end here. Maybe we should be grateful that the sour youth still left us so many things.