Fifty thousand words campus love story

School has just started, and the summer on the branches still has no intention of turning around and leaving. Instead, it sends cicadas, the messengers of art, to sing on the branches every day. For me, this is a panic. Feeling overwhelmed and troubled.

I didn’t speak to anyone for more than five sentences, and I basically only answered when the other person asked me. Some people say that I "cherish words like gold", and they say the same thing. A kind-hearted girl told me, and I just smiled slightly and said nothing, letting her look at me in surprise.

I just studied hard and raised my hands to speak seriously in class. After class, I just stayed in my seat and looked straight at my classmates laughing and playing. After school, I quickly went home and immersed myself in my homework. After everything was over, I casually flipped through a book and read a few lines, but lost interest, so I had to put it back on the bookshelf in a hurry, finish washing up and go to bed.

This is a true portrayal of my first week after entering junior high school. Because of my isolation, no one wants to get close to me. But I'm not a confused person either. Every time after class, when I sit alone in the huge classroom, I really feel the feeling of loneliness. Loneliness is a viciously sweet potion that can be intoxicating if you don't drink it, just smell it.

Just when I was bored, Xi came. She suddenly broke through my sight with a decisive gesture, and came with a gorgeous bang, which made me, who was unhappy at first, finally smile under her "coercion and inducement".

——Please, just smile! A meat bun got hungry on the road, so he ate himself while walking. Isn’t this kind of joke funny? Give me some face...

——Leaning Tower of Pisa? Is pizza grown there? (Thinking hard...)

——Xun, let me move it with you! You are weak for such a heavy box, so let me share some of it.

——Xun, I really like you. Ever since I was little, except for another girl, you have been my best friend! It’s settled, Best friend!

Xi, you are so bright, so bright that I can stand with you, even as your friend I feel proud!

I can’t remember how many times. After school, I always hold hands with Xi happily and stroll towards a garden near my home. After laughing and joking for a while, she always held my hand and sat down beside the most beautiful flowers, facing me with her most simple and hearty smile, patiently listening to my endless narration of the bad luck of the day, and then seriously The earth answers all my misunderstandings. It always makes me feel that she, who is younger than me, has become an older sister, and I have become a little sister who is not familiar with the world.

"Xun, you have to understand that life must be full of hurdles. If you always look at everything with a depressed and lamenting mentality, you will only bring yourself a lot of unnecessary

“You are yourself. Xun, don't care too much about what others say, as long as you think it is right. Keep going, don't look back, there is no way to turn back.

"Xun, that's how life is. Try to steer the ship well and don't be dominated by life. Only in this way can you become the master of life. Do you understand?

"No need to thank me. We are good friends and don't need to see each other. ”

The days passed peacefully and happily like water.

However, the more beautiful things are, the easier it is to form bonds. Even Xi said, fate There are countless red threads in the hands of the god, and they are tightly wrapped around the necks of the two of them. If he is willing, if he moves a finger, the red thread will immediately strangle their necks, which is suffocating and painful, but there is no way. They broke free and could only moan until they made up their minds to cut the red thread completely.

Xi and I were naturally the two children who were now strangled by the red thread.

On a beautiful evening before sunset, I finished posting the blackboard newspaper in the classroom. I picked up my schoolbag and was about to go home when I suddenly heard vaguely angry comments from the empty music room next door, mixed with intermittent crying.

I didn’t want to meddle in other people’s business, but I suddenly heard my name in the conversation, so I quietly approached and listened carefully——

“Xi, I have always regarded you as a good friend, no matter you Have you ever treated me like this, but I really didn't expect you to have a heated fight with 'her'! You know I never like her, and you still..." The girl paused, her tone full of annoyance.

"No... Chen, you believe me, I... I just saw such an experiment on the Internet, saying that if you can become good friends with the most indifferent classmate in the class, it will prove your She must be very popular. I targeted Yin Chuxun, so I approached her, you must not..." A very familiar voice sounded, stammering, and could no longer say the last sentence.

The girl called "Chen" fell silent.

I stayed where I was.

Was all the care and warmth given to me turned out to be her test?

I laughed silently, laughed sadly, and calmly opened the door of the music room. I never thought about the consequences, I just knew to go on blindly, no matter right or wrong, and never look back. Take the time to slowly regret it. I don't have that patience.

The two girls inside were suddenly stunned, especially Xi, whose face was full of tears. Her pretty face had never been so distorted. She stared at me in astonishment, while I stared at her arrogantly. The lines around her mouth tightened again and again, forming a distant and pale straight line.

Then I turned around, didn’t cry, didn’t run, just walked calmly like this, heartbroken. I don't want to know what Xi's expression is like behind her. I only know that looking at her for one more second will only make my heart hurt more, and finally, it will burst.

I became a human again. No friends, no friendship. There are only a few books that keep me company all day long for me to study and entertain myself.

The sunshine outside was dazzling, but I huddled in the cold corner, lowering my head and watching the ants coming in and out.

I now hate the bright sunshine in the morning because it is "Xi".

When I think of this word, I instinctively feel disgusted. I shake my head vigorously, trying desperately to drive the word away. When it finally disappeared, I breathed a sigh of relief and continued watching the ants exercise.

"Where did my watch go!" Xi's voice sounded annoyingly, "Who on earth put my most beloved watch! If I find out, I will never let you go!"

The students began to chatter around Xi, discussing in a flurry of words, and looking suspiciously at everyone's face. . Xi stood there helplessly, almost crying, as if that watch was her life.

But after a long period of excitement, the culprit was not found. Everyone came and went chirping, the trees fell and the birds scattered, and they ran very fast, for fear that others would suspect them.

Xi stood alone next to her seat, with a flustered and anxious expression, like a laggard goose, helplessly waiting for her companions to claim her, but only received their decisive support. Back view.

This is the price you should pay! I thought fiercely, and there was a sense of pleasure in my heart.

Her eyes suddenly looked at me blankly, a cold light bursting out of her eyes, and the disappointment on her face was obvious. She walked towards me hurriedly, bent down and whispered in my ear, "Is it you? Xun, I know you are still worried about what happened last time. Who wouldn't be angry after hearing this? But it's not like that. "Yes! I just..."

"What do you want?" I sneered, interrupting her urgent words, "Protect me?" ! No one is taking your watch, thank you, miss. Do you think I am trying to protect myself by just doubting someone like this?" I became more and more annoyed as I slapped the table without looking back. The ground left, leaving her alone in a daze. I didn't think much about it, and I didn't try to observe her expression. I just kept walking forward, never giving myself a chance to let go.

·1·

When we first met, he made a mistake in writing one word, which made her run to the podium to correct it. He corrected it, then invited her to dinner, said thank you, and said Otherwise, she would be embarrassed; when she didn't go, he bought candies and sent them to her dormitory. Everyone ate his candies, holding the candies in their mouths and saying to him, "It's for nothing!" leaving the two of them in the dormitory to "sit and talk." ".

The "well-informed" dormitory manager actually said, "I will leave our little eighth sister to your care." At that time, there were eight sisters living in the same dormitory. She blushed, but he turned into a morning glory.

Once, they had an argument and he said, "If I had known you were such a stubborn girl, I shouldn't have written that word wrong in the first place." She was stunned: "You planned it. Did you mean that?"

He smiled, "What do you think, this great genius couldn't write such simple words correctly?"

"What if I didn't see it? What if someone comes up to tell you?" she asked.

"Oh my God, I am living under your control." She said a little angrily, "Is it something else - everything was designed and 'calculated' by you?"

"Don't slander, okay?!" He said, "Know my heart clearly, my 'mistakes' are all my love!"

——This It is a happy legend about a pair of junior brothers and junior sisters, who are happy with the "the song is wrong, Zhou Lang takes care of it" when they first met.

·2·

I think of Xiao Qiao, such a smart and ice-cold woman, "who always mistakenly touches the string if she wants to be looked after by Zhou Lang", how graceful and beautiful that is, she belongs to Youth is as joyful as strawberries in early summer.

I love you, I don’t say it, the strings under my hand said it, it didn’t say I love you, it said “I played it wrong, did you hear it?” He heard it, and also I saw her heart and her thoughtful feelings. He didn't say anything, he looked over and over, with language in his eyes like buds. She plays the piano, but she doesn't talk, and he listens to the piano, but he doesn't talk either, but the two hearts are completely clear. Understand, understand, what kind of resonance is in my heart, in my eyes, the breeze and the moon are smiling, so peaceful, so loving.

"Little girl, you played it wrong." "I just want to play it wrong!" What a playful language, speaking; such a delicate and pure voice, expressing anger. "The song is wrong, Zhou Lang Gu", so naughty, so cute, so affectionate. The king is affectionate and the slave is interested. Where the eyes meet, how is the wind and lotus dancing lightly; when the eyebrows are lowered and the head is gently stroking the strings, what is the color of peony and the fragrance of peony.

Who in the first love would cover someone’s name in a deep narrative, and only use an unexpected guess as a test, “It’s my fault that I don’t have a rich imagination——” How could the name be there? It had something to do with imagination. It was clear that he had already known that she was covering her ears, and he had already clearly seen the invisibility grass she held up; he had turned a blind eye to her invisibility cloak - he had seen through it! Her line of defense was originally the "Maginot Line" - completely useless. Her people and her heart were all in his heart and eyes. Who is whose Tathagata, who is whose love? No need to ask, no need to ask, why bother to ask.

All I know is that he crossed out the word "beat" in "call" - protecting her daughter's reserve, and replaced the word "looking" - making her feel embarrassed Giving way to the intersection, he understood that she had overcome the girl's pride and reserve, and told her - I won't expose it anymore, just treat it as "finding" my phone number, not "calling" Okay, haha, hehe.

He also wants to say, broaden, expand, stretch, this love! He didn't have a direct request. He made another clerical error - he wrote "kuangkuan" instead of "kuangkuan", and then added a checkmark to the two words and told her - this is the right way. , this is what I want...

An intentional typo, what a deep peach blossom pool - you don’t need to overcome the pride and reserve of a girl, he is already the green bush in your heart That little bit of red.

·3·

A letter is so short, but so long; a few sentences, but there are so many meanings in them.

Finally, he signed and dated it, a bright and clean name, not sloppy or meandering. Just like the way she was called at the beginning, it was also just one name. The clean name looks like there is nothing, but it has everything. His dates are all written in the Spring and Autumn Period. The year, month, day and place are signed, and there is an additional word "night". Outside the word "night" is the beauty in the night, and inside the word "night" is the whole heart for your imagination to run wild, whatever you want. .

Something was not casual. She was his silly girl, so he stubbornly added three more words "Saturday". In college life, this is the time for classmates to meet with fellow students, and for men and women to go on dates and keep in touch. He wants to tell her stubbornly - I haven't gone anywhere, I am writing to you here, I am missing you here, what about you?

Whether she would understand this meaning, he didn't care, he had no time to care, he only wanted to confess: I will only date you.

·4·

The misunderstanding of young people is the greatest beauty. The beauty of young people is passed on by misunderstanding. Love is provided by God, whether you believe it or not, it is there.

Even if there is a "misunderstanding", there is more God's will. The song is wrong, but my playing reveals my beauty and your style; your glance is full of charm and affection. Tender as water, it's me; full of pride, it's you.

I loved you when you were at your best; you loved me when I was at my best. It's good to have loved before, love has God's will.

You go to catch stars in the sky, I am only waiting for one season of little peaches, it is also God's will, love has a thousand years of God's will, you have ten thousand years of affection, and I have hundreds of millions of years to wait.

In the next life, I will still wait for you on this platform, just to receive your "clerical error" and my attention. I love you, I will not look back in this life, but I will look at you in the next life. The fragrance of the flowers remains the same, and my pen, ink, paper and inkstone remain the same. Don’t forget where you came from. My face is like the wrongly played string, the look you send me, I greet you with a smile like water, carrying it in my heart, leaving no trace, but there is love everywhere.

That first love is like snow, spreading in waves and seeping into every detail of your world.