The ink-bound teenager who warmed my years.

The day I first met him, it was raining in Mao Mao, and neither of them noticed the arrival of the other. At the corner of the school gate, they met unexpectedly because of inertia. I'm fine, but the book in your hand and the school uniform on your head are scattered all over the floor. We said sorry to each other, and no one thought about who hit who first.

When I was collecting books with you, a plain picture book caught my attention. More precisely, it was the handwriting on it that caught my eye. Very handsome, very handsome. When your slender fingers stopped in front of me, I came to my senses. Looking at the handwriting, I still wonder, what kind of boy wrote such words? When I watched your white and delicate face enlarge in front of my eyes, for a moment I felt that you and the visions in my mind overlapped again. I asked, "Are you also in Class 3, Grade 1?" ; You smiled and said to me, "Well, hello; I'm Mo Yuan from Class 3, Grade 1, Senior High School. Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you, are you okay! " . At that moment, I didn't know if it was an illusion, but I thought that smile was clean and warm. I have never seen such a clean and warm smile when I was in college.

When we entered the classroom, we tacitly chose the window seat in the fourth row, and you chose the window seat, so we were deskmates for half a year. During the six months at the same table, we actually seldom talked. Although you become a cute person in the class as soon as you enter the class, you just look gentle on the surface, especially your clean and invincible smile, which easily gives people the illusion of being easy to get along with, but when you get closer, you know: "You have a sense of distance." You usually sit quietly reading, doing your homework or drawing, and sometimes practicing your handwriting. Influenced by you, I will also take out holiday copybooks to practice calligraphy during recess. At first, you teased me and said, "I did the same when I first wrote it." Later, my brother asked me to write 100 times a day and 10 times a day, and gave me a candy when I finished writing. When you finish writing, I'll treat you to candy, okay? " At that time, I thought you were joking with me, but when you put a litchi-flavored lollipop on my desk, I was stupid but a little happy.

Slowly, it has become a habit for you to bring me sugar. No matter whether I practice writing or not, you will put a lollipop on my desk every day, which smells like apples and strawberries. At that time, you said, "girl, eat more sugar, it will be more lovely." And I tried to bring some snacks to share with you, but you refused and said to me, "Brother, don't let me eat these unhealthy things." I laughed at you, but you just smiled and kept drawing. Later, I tried to send you something you liked, but you gently refused, and only a set of sketches was accepted as your birthday present.

In the past six months, I feel that time is much gentler. Every time I hear you doze off, you will knock on my desk and take notes for me; You always take the trouble to explain to me again and again when you encounter problems. It seems that only in this way can your sense of existence be so strong. Usually when you do things quietly, there seems to be an invisible protective circle around you, but after getting familiar with your personality, I will occasionally joke with you, and you will always smile at me and say, "You are so noisy, your future boyfriend will do a lot"; I don't care if I spit at you.

I remember when the final placement exam was coming, I wrote a note asking you, do you choose liberal arts or science? At that time, you replied to me without hesitation. You want to choose a manager and ask me if I want to join. I actually thought of your reply. I was deadlocked with my parents. They thought I was a little biased and suggested that I choose literature. I prefer liberal arts myself. Mathematics, science and chemistry are like astronomical figures to me. But I don't want to tell you that the reason why I am entangled is to continue to be your deskmate. Seeing my entanglement, I remember your enlightenment at that time. You said, "When you are struggling, listen to your innermost voice and forget all external influences, and you will have an answer."

In fact, I know in my heart that even if I choose science, you and I can't be in the same class. Looking at my injured eyes, you comforted me and said, "Even if we are not in the same class, we are still friends and can play together when we are free." I thought you comforted me, but later we really became good friends who talked about everything. Perhaps the widening of the distance has increased our cherish of this friendship. I will often tell you about my class.

After the placement, you steadily rose to Grade One 1 class (1). I took advantage of your surprise tutorial and went to Class 6. I remember being so excited that I wanted to treat you to a hamburger, but your brother took you away with a phone call.

(6) Class is on the fourth floor, and Class (1) is next to the aisle on the third floor. You are still sitting in the fourth row by the window, but your deskmate has been replaced by a tall and handsome little brother. I remember that he seems to be on the school team. He plays basketball very well, but it is surrounded by air conditioning. A stranger doesn't want to get close. Although I became familiar with him later because of you, my cold and arrogant eyes are still a little empty.

Not in the same class, our contact depends entirely on qq, and you are still a good student. You leave your mobile phone at home every day, and only when you suddenly wake up at night will you remember to look at it. Please reply to me in the news of that pile of mountains (this is the best). Sometimes I really doubt that you want nothing and are immersed in your own world.

But one afternoon, my best friend and I returned to the classroom after dinner, and magically saw you sitting under the flower bed in the playground, staring at the basketball court. I walked over curiously, ready to smile. You finally took the initiative, and before you arrived, you were taken away by a tall man. He took half the water you drank, threw the empty bottle into the trash can with his backhand and never looked back, and typed it accurately. My best friend is still with you.

I watched the figure walk away after waiting for a while, and when he got to the stairwell, I squatted down to tie your shoelaces. Looking at the smile in your eyes, I thought it was an illusion. Although your usual smile is gentle, it seems that you have never been so warm. Especially the one next to you, I haven't seen a trace of emotion on his cold face since I entered school; I was directly awakened by my best friend's curious eyes. When I saw her gossipy eyes, I knew I didn't mean well. This man had a crush on my brother, and at the same time he had a crush on all kinds of younger brothers above 180, but his eyes began to drift towards my brother, and only my brother could cure her every time. I didn't know how reserved and quiet I was until I met my best friend. Be sure to let Mo Yuan judge me when you are free.

Since then, I have always been dragged downstairs by my best friend, either to find an excuse to go to the toilet or to buy snacks in the canteen, but the most frequent place to go back and forth is the class window (1). I also took a casual look inside. Mo Yuan still sits quietly at his desk, but now he smiles more and more. Every time I pass by, I can see what his deskmate is talking with him, sometimes discussing homework and sometimes chatting. At that time, I was very curious. How did two people with different personalities get together?

Every time I am on the balcony, I can see Mo Yuan's figure on the playground. It seems that he has opened up a lot now, and he is gradually playing basketball with his deskmate, or sitting on the sidelines ... I remember asking him once, do you have a good relationship with your deskmate? I looked at him fiercely. Your answer at that time gave me a fright. You said he was your brother, but not your own. He also said with a smile that it rained a little on the day we first met, and your brother asked you to wear thick clothes, so you ran out and forgot to bring your umbrella. I laughed and made fun of you. You two brothers are so funny. We talked a lot that day and I heard a lot of interesting things about you. It seems that you only said so much about your brother. Finally, your brother's intervention interrupted our call.

After that call, I am not so afraid of you, and I will make jokes when I see you, but every time I look at him trying to protect you, I am afraid again. I remember one time on August 15, when the school was closed for three days and our parents didn't come back, I discussed with my brother that you would come to my house for the holidays. As a result, you looked my brother in the eye and said yes to me. I glanced at your brother's face doubtfully. Has his face changed? As a result, I got a cold look, and I was trembling with fear. You smiled miserably beside me. That was the first time you smiled like this in front of me, an unguarded warm smile.

I told my brother when I got home, and he replied directly, "Isn't it bold? How can you be timid when you look at it alone?" I didn't show weakness at that time. You'll know when you meet a real person. As a result, people meet and talk like old friends. A bottle of drink and a bottle of beer became friends, and I immediately hit my face. Is the friendship between boys that simple and direct?

At home, it's just me and my brothers, Mo Yuan and Maureen, and my best friend. Five people went to the supermarket and vegetable market to buy things and cook. They tossed and turned all day and didn't eat until dark. I thought today was another day when my brother squeezed me, but I felt that there was nothing but being a light bulb and eating dog food. I froze when I saw the food on the table. It was made by three boys? When they kicked me out of the kitchen, my best friend and I were hopeless. My brother is a good cook, but he is too lazy to cook every time. I accompany him to take takeout every day, unless he can't stand it, he will condescend to do it once. Maybe this diligence must be due to someone who is addicted to flowers.

In my impression, Mo Yuan feels that his fingers don't touch the spring water, and his hands are more suitable for drawing books. His brother Maureen is the big boss. Who knows, there is no illegal waist reduction. Looking at their four busy figures, I feel very harmonious inexplicably.

Perhaps this meal is the most satisfying one I have had since I entered school. At school, it's either the canteen or the snack street, or the home or the takeaway ................................................................................................................................. I can only eat silently and want to talk to Mo Yuan, but when I look into Maureen's eyes, I can only die. Inadvertently glanced at my brother's ponder smile, and I could only stare back.

After dinner, you finally remembered my dim light bulb, and the result was not a good thing. A table full of dishes and chopsticks was pushed to me. I look at you with pathetic eyes, hoping to get a little sympathetic eyes, but you don't even have eyes except Mo Yuan's warm smile. Even the warmth of Mo Yuan was extinguished by Maureen. I cleaned up the dishes angrily and went into the kitchen. In the meantime, the lovely Mo Yuan didn't know how to persuade Maureen to ask him for help. However, I didn't think much about it except being moved.

After dinner, we ate snacks and moon cakes in the small yard and talked about our future plans. I vaguely remember you saying that you and your brother were going to Beijing. At that time, I thought quietly, will we never meet again after graduation? It was a little uncomfortable at that time. I didn't call you back when you left. My brother sent my best friend back, and when he saw me still sitting in the yard, he sighed and came up to me and said, "Since you like it, why don't you tell him and chase it?" ? I woke up when I heard my brother's inquiry.

I looked at him silently for a long time before I said to him, "Brother, what's it like to like someone?" My brother was stunned by my question. I said, "When you say you like him, do you mean Mo Yuan? Then you are wrong. I like him, but not between men and women, but between best friends and brothers. I feel comfortable with him, just like a friend. Even if I have nothing to say, I feel at ease with him. I have no affection for him between men and women. I just hope that he can be himself and live a gentle life with people he likes. " My brother listened to me, stayed for a second, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is no best, otherwise you will be very sad." Talk to him tonight. We all thought you had something for him.

At night, I was lying in bed with my mobile phone, and I didn't know how to explain today's behavior. Tossing and turning, your phone came, and I calmed down before picking it up. I thought you were going to ask me something. But you just said to me, "Jessica Hester Hsuan, are you okay?" I'm sorry to make you unhappy today. You have something to tell me, ............................................................................................................................................................... Look, I'm not talking. You just nagged silently, and today's words seem to make up for what we lacked in the first half of high school. I was just about to make fun of you when I heard you say, "Go to bed early if you don't feel well, and I'll treat you to your favorite KFC tomorrow."

The next day, as soon as I got up, my brother told me that you were waiting for me downstairs, and I woke up instantly. I quickly cleaned up and went downstairs, and I saw you walking in the community from a distance. I almost knocked you down when I ran to you. You smiled and said to me, "Why are you running so fast?" ? I smiled and dragged you to KFC. I blackmailed you severely that day. Look at me eating so hard, I'm afraid I can't stand it. You also silently solved some things for me not to eat these things. I dragged you crazy that day, from KFC, game consoles, amusement parks ... to the last tea shop; On the way home, I looked at our shadows and said to you, "Mo Yuan, you are not a friend". I knew you were staying, so I continued, "You are in love, why didn't you tell me the first time?"? You don't treat me as a friend. How long have you been with Maureen? " ?

I'm glad to see your surprised expression. "You think I don't know? In fact, one day I had a stomachache and asked for leave to go to class and go to the bathroom. On the physical education class in your class, you and Maureen are both in the classroom. I wanted to say hello to you, but before you left, I saw Maureen kissing you. " Looking at your embarrassed expression, I didn't continue. When I was near the downstairs, I heard you say, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you this in time, but I'm afraid you can't accept it." I want your brother to keep this secret. " I was shocked after listening to it, feeling that I was the only one who was concealed; "That if I don't ask, do you want to eat all the time? How do you know I can't accept it if you don't say it? " At that time, you just looked at me silently and I said, "Actually, I didn't mean to last night. I just feel that you seem to forget me as a friend in the future. You and Maureen went to Beijing, and my brother went to Shanghai. Only I seem to be forgotten. I'm not mad at you. I hope we will always be good friends. " You said, "How could we forget you, cutie? Your brother wants you to go to Shanghai with him or stay here. "

"You think I can't catch up with you? What if I want to go to Beijing or Shanghai with you? "

Then we will all be proud of you. We just don't want you to suffer so much. Just do your best. With us in front of you, you can always be a carefree little cute. "Brother", as soon as you finished, I jumped into your arms and cried. I have never been so touched, even when I was confessed by boys in college.

From then on, even in the busiest senior three, the five of us will take a day off every holiday to get together, buy food and cook together, and tease the gossip in the school. Of course, it is my duty to clean up the dishes and chopsticks every time; But now I dare to drag Mo Yuan together with Maureen's cold eyes. After meeting Mo Yuan, everyone around me seems to have become much gentler.

Under the guidance of my four brothers and sisters, I graduated as smoothly as they did. Although I didn't go to my favorite university, we all went to our favorite city. My brother and I went to Shanghai, my best friend Yu Xin went to Zhejiang and Mo went to Beijing. Although they are not in the same school, they are very close. They moved out of school in their sophomore year, and they rented a house to live together. During the summer vacation of their junior year, the three of us went to their rented office in Beijing together.

We got together all night and talked about the changes in the past two years. In fact, the five of us have had a league since junior high school. We went to college. Although we seldom talk, we still know most things. For example, my brother and Yu Xin ended their love in the winter vacation of their freshman year, but their friendship remained the same. Maureen and Moyuan had a little conflict, but they all survived. And I talked about a short love in the military training of my freshman year, which was really short to only one military training period.

I still remember when I told them in the group, they agreed that there was no chance. I asked why? My brother said, "thoughts are not on the same line." At that time, he also said that my brother was shrewd and didn't understand until he got along.

There is nothing wrong with some feelings, whether it is friendship or love. Even if there is a brief intersection, two people who are not on the same line will not have a long-term relationship. As Mo Yuan said to me: "Some people may fall in love at first sight, and some people will accompany me for life." .

Thank you, Mo Yuan boy who grew up with me, for coming, and for warming my years. I wish you the future: all is well and gentle as ever, and our friendship will last forever.