Have done the most ambiguous thing with your deskmate (what have you done with your deskmate)

1: She asked me to touch her chest to stop the pain.

over the years, is there anyone who can make you not lonely?

Junior three, ZH city,

I'm male, with good grades, a good boy, and I like playing games.

She is female, with poor grades, majoring in piano 8, with cet6 level in English, and flying girl (punk);

besides studying in class, I play games after class. In junior high school, boys' feelings are so slow. Short, sitting in the front, good grades, sitting in the front. So I often play games under the teacher's eyes.

I have never met each other in my life, but the temporary teacher has come up with a plan called self-study and mutual assistance. That is, you can change places freely during self-study classes and help each other make up lessons.

one day, she came up to me and asked me to borrow the game boy&; Psp to play;

My heart: Oh, I know you. You are very popular. Take it to play.

one day, she came up and said, you teach me math and I'll teach you to play the piano.

in my heart: oh, I'm not interested in playing the piano again.

Then, I started to make up her math lessons every day.

sorry, I'm a first-time student in college, but I don't know so much in junior high school.

Omit 1, words and play, eat and make up lessons together from now on. Pure as a

One day, a typhoon blew and the water flooded 2 cm deep. I wear slippers to class. That's right. I kicked my toe at noon and it bled. When the Shuangfeiren potion was disinfected, it was painful.

she holds my hand, which hurts. (Later, she said, "Look at my forehead full of pain and my face is pale."

Then she put my hand on her chest.

Wow ... Wow ... It's so cool and painless. At this moment, the world is still.

hahaha ...

Over the years, is there anyone who can make you not lonely?

2:

Junior high school.

She said she was cold, so she asked me to put one leg under it, then put her leg on it, and finally put my other leg on it. After that, our legs have been intertwined every class.

Then one afternoon, only remembering that the sun was warm, she said cautiously: If, I mean if, if we happen to be at the same table in a high school and then in a university, do you think we will be together? I was caught off guard by the sudden confession, so I had to say awkwardly, how could it be so coincidental? After a while, she took a deep breath: people have confessed, and you have no reaction? I can't tell good feelings from likes when I am young, but I just said I don't like it when my brain is blank. Then I gradually alienated her. Nowadays, I don't know how the mentally retarded treatment hurt her sensitive heart.

I'm sorry I'm so late for so many years. It's useless and there's nothing to say. There is also a thank you, thank you for your love, so that I have the courage to become one with everyone in my high school life.

High school

She is the kind of girl with thorns, which I don't like or even hate. By mistake, I became a deskmate. With the gradual contact, I found that she is still a pretty easy-going girl. Later, I slowly discovered that the real her is very fragile and pitiful. Take care of her, I thought to myself.

later, I gradually got to know each other. She will ask me for snacks with charming eyes, and she will look at me with charming eyes when I come back from my noon nap. I will quietly put my hand into my arms during class, and I will also rest my head on my shoulder during evening self-study.

later, it was no longer the same table. But we will stand at the door because we are afraid of being sleepy. Every time I am there, she will lean over and the classmates will make room for us tacitly. I know that as long as I take a step forward, I can hold her in my arms. But I also know that the inferiority complex in my heart is still my lingering shadow.

Facing her burning eyes,

I just lowered my head and let myself lose everything.

In the past, I hoped to lead an ordinary life. When I met her, I just wanted to be more, better, endless and better. Others don't know why I suddenly started to work hard. Only I understand that I want to break the shackles.

I don't want to ... miss ...

Why should I pursue more when I remain unchanged?

"No matter who you meet, he is the one who should appear in your life. It is no accident. He will definitely teach you something."

thank you for coming into my life.

I've changed a lot, and I'm still working hard.

I hope this time, There will be no more regrets ...

3: The most ambiguous thing should be the deskmate in Grade Two.

She liked reading novels at that time.

One day I wanted to sleep in class and then I fell asleep on the table.

It occurred to me that I told her that I was uncomfortable sleeping on the table. It was okay to lie on your lap.

Then she nodded while reading the novel.

So she fell asleep on her lap. My life is at its peak

4:

5:

Does it count to sleep in my bed at my house?

The key point of junior high school is that the deskmate is a temperament beauty, which is quite popular. When I was in the first year of junior high school, I was a pure diaosi kid, with naive thoughts, zero emotional intelligence, poor grades and a little inferiority, and I was a little fucking fat (is it necessary to be so frank).

The second day of junior high school was transposed into one place, and then all kinds of idiots chatted awkwardly. Now I think about it and want to slap myself.

One day, I felt that I couldn't get enough of my eyes, so I started to flip my hair, change my backpack, and change my glasses. I didn't expect to cause a sensation when I arrived at school on Monday. From then on, a careless elder sister chased me all day and shouted "husband". I knew it was a joke, but it was still dark for a long time.

Then I got on the right track and started to make up lessons and brush up questions. Fortunately, my mother passed on her head, and her grades quickly reached the top 1 (there were more than 5 students in one grade, and the top 1 was the kind of high school experimental class that could basically walk the top three in the city).

At the same time, I began to grow taller in the second day of junior high school, and soon lost weight, and gradually became attached to girls. I don't know where I got the courage. It became a little cold with idol baggage (it seems that Fish Leong was not popular at that time).

One afternoon, during the self-study class, my deskmate came to ask me questions. Her grade 2 is not bad, and she used to be disgusted with chatting. Now it's a great honor to take the initiative to ask me questions (diaosi psychology can't get rid of it).

so far, I still remember that afternoon, the whistle in the playground downstairs, the noisy slapstick in the class, and the creaking fans swaying in the dry air in late summer. The light wind brushed her hair, and the bright sunset covered her with a layer of aperture. She gently dialed a drooping short hair, and the high nose outlined a delicate outline, and a little crystal cotton wool was parked on her long eyelashes.

I didn't hear the rain dripping on the green grass, only the roar of my heart beating against my chest.

After that, in front of her, I returned to that disgusting and obscene state of diaosi, but she didn't dislike it again.

Her grades are getting worse and worse. I've been speeding up my studies. In the third grade, I began to let tutors teach the content of Grade One (by the way, at that time, our school had started to offer 3 classes of tutors as the foundation and 6 classes of optional supplementary classes). The feeling of being a lot ahead of her and being high-end and demanding is particularly practical. Nothing else, just to pretend to be a B in front of her, and act like I'm top student, hoping to make her continue to pay attention to me.

Later, I taught all her subjects two months before the middle school entrance examination. She said, "You speak very well, which is much better than the teacher I invited. Why don't you come to my house to make up the lessons for me, and I'll ask my dad to give you the money and then you can treat me to delicious food?" Although I know it's a joke, I am infinitely benefited.

Later, I couldn't stop pretending. When I was in the senior high school entrance examination, I was full of high school content, especially Chinese. You know dictation, idioms, feelings, and parallelism, and so on. The skinny camel is bigger than the horse, and finally she was admitted to the first school in the second echelon. After the senior high school entrance examination, she went to an ordinary school in the third echelon. If she scored 1 points lower, she would have to study in a technical secondary school.

Suddenly, one day in Grade Two, I was sitting in the playground, under the spotlight, a little lonely. Looking at the dazzling spotlight, I remembered that afternoon.

So, I made a phone call to my former deskmate, and I chatted a lot until she ran out of phone bills. From then on, I will quietly charge her phone bills on the 25th of every month around the 23rd, but I won't say anything, and I will recite her number now.

okay, okay, don't worry, don't worry, get to the point.

In the summer vacation on the eve of senior three, three things happened, which created conditions:

1. I killed myself by sending short messages to all the students I knew on the simulation test of the joint entrance examination of five schools, and all the junior high school students who participated in the joint entrance examination were caught, but they also made a big fuss and were kicked to the worst class;

2. Become good brothers with the worst classmate in the worst class, and scold him for being so stupid that he can't do such a simple question all day, and then this muscular man gives me a trick to lock my throat and throw it over my shoulder in return;

3. I rented two rooms and one living room next to the school with this muscular man, because senior three asked students to live two kilometers away from home, but didn't like living in dormitories.

nobody cares whether I go to class or not. In view of the noise in class, I usually go back to read by myself at four or five. Muscle man simply stayed in the Internet cafe all afternoon and didn't come back to sleep until 112 o'clock.

I began to make up lessons for my former deskmate again, two or three times a week in the rented house. During the period, I played as her parents and had a parent-teacher meeting. The class teacher said that she found that she had a boyfriend in love, and my brain was almost stunned by a heavy hammer.

I didn't make up lessons in the winter of December. I just sent text messages. It's been three months since I started to make up the lessons. After beginning of spring, I sounded out about her boyfriend, and she said she had already left. (with a sigh of relief)

Sometimes, in the middle of her talk, the teacher called me to hand out the test paper (at that time, she was the representative and sub-class of physical mathematics class). When I went back to school and didn't stare, she slept directly in my bed. When I came back, I couldn't bear to wake her up. I just looked at her sleeping face and felt distressed.

She is too tired to learn, unable to make progress, restless and listless, but she has been carrying it hard. She said, "I don't want to upset my dad. He wants me to be admitted to a proper university.". I really want to hug her every time and tell her that it's okay, I'm here with you; However, every time I was too timid to take this step, I was afraid that she would get angry and never talk to me again.

at that time, I sometimes went to buy vegetables and make soup for her. Every time I said it was takeaway, she always said it was delicious and fragrant. Was it because I was having an affair with the boss's wife that I was given special ingredients?

yes, that's it. I feel speechless when I see this place. I've said so much, and there's only so much to talk about.

Later, I went to college and she went to junior college. When I was a sophomore, I couldn't sleep in the early morning one day, and my mind was full of her inexplicably. I sent her a long short message, which was nothing substantial. The central idea was just four words, I missed you.

She didn't reply, but she posted a message on Weibo, "I got up in the morning and saw a warm message. Thank you for your company.".

after ten years, she is married, and I will enter the marriage hall.

I passed by on the subway one day last year, and suddenly I looked back. My eyes were still the same as the girl I remember. She also recognized me, but I don't know if I was a passer-by in her eyes.

obviously we live in the same city,

but I don't know why I haven't heard from you again.

Have you had any interesting stories with your deskmate? Share it in the comments.