I want to hear your nonsense.

Secret love is a withered little fruit, neither like a big red fruit nor like a newborn tender flower. It used to be taboo, but it carries the youth and memories of generations.

165438+1October 30th, sunny

I was sitting in a coffee shop in Gu Xiang, listening to the campus bells not far away.

Looking at a group of students drinking pure coffee through the glass window, riding bicycles in the alley was full of joy and exuding youthful vitality.

My thoughts can't help but be pulled up, and I suddenly recall my past and feel incredible.

When I first saw you in the classroom from the first day I entered the new campus, the disdain in your eyes was in sharp contrast with that in mine.

The bell of the first class rang and there was laughter all around.

Sunshine gilds the campus and dresses you. The scenery atmosphere is just right. You are running in the stadium in your football suit, bleeding your blood.

Once again, I looked at you casually and amber eyes smiled at you.

It brought me a strong visual impact and improved the environmental atmosphere. Let you stay in my heart like an angel, maybe it is the secretion of adrenaline and dopamine.

At that moment, my heart jumped out of an unprecedented speed. I don't know what mood and emotion caused it.

I have a good impression on you and began to pay attention to your every move silently. Studying your temper and observing you have gradually become an indispensable habit for me.

I always feel that you know that I like you, but none of us have crossed the line.

We don't have each other's QQ and WeChat, and we haven't said a few words. You and I have always maintained a relationship like strangers, but we are more cordial than strangers.

Time passed quietly like this, and I rubbed you into my life without authorization during this time.

Looking back now, we were all so simple and beautiful at that time, and I thought our relationship would last forever.

It didn't take long for the class to hear a lot about your contacts, which was also my immaturity at that time. I thought you were wrong with me.

But I forgot, in what capacity and position did I ask you!

Looking at your confused eyes and indifferent emotions, my heart is very hurt, holding a broken heart, crying without dignity and meaning.

Cowardice drives me to flee and leave the campus and city where you live with me.

Sorting my thoughts and locking your name in my heart has become an untouchable secret for me. Try to adapt to the new environment and make it normal, repeat it constantly and forget the memory.

I used to think that I had forgotten you and erased your memory in my mind.

Having a crush on you is like eating the whole lime fruit, sour and astringent, and the aftertaste is an untraceable ignorant palpitation.

Two years later, I came back here, back to the scenery about your story and mine. Out of the airport, I felt uneasy and my luggage became extremely heavy.

I am still a little lucky, thinking that it is good to give everything to time, thinking that time has healed my pain. When I got home, my mother took me to a noisy party to buy ingredients, and I was relieved to see the crowded crowd.

I caught a glimpse of you in the crowd when my mother walked around the crowded market.

You seem to be much taller, and you flinch from the gentle, mature and steady breath printed on your face. With the vegetables in his hand, he bargained with his boss easily.

I don't know why at the moment you appeared, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart, which had been bound by time for a long time, began to beat wildly. That's when I knew. Time has never soothed my pain, and my thoughts and love for you have already gone deep into my bone marrow.

I can't help feeling that it's been two years now, and we have all matured a lot, but my heart has never beat for anyone.

Many relatives and friends advised me not to hang myself on a crooked-neck tree. I don't understand, I want to! But I always feel that there is something missing in my heart, that is, a heart, a purity and a purpose.

I don't want to do this, but I just can't help myself. Even if I try to forget you again and do something every time I think about it, my memory of you is still printed in my mind.

The sea hidden in the bottom of my heart cannot be forgotten or erased, which is their taboo.

Time put on unbreakable armor for me, but the first sight of you broke me down. I stood in the crowd, red-eyed, tearful and smiling. There is a voice in your heart that says, go and catch him, don't run, be brave and make up for your shortcomings.

The rationality of the brain is gradually swallowed up by sensibility. I ran to you in the crowd, almost touching your skirt. At this moment, a girl appeared, holding your hand.

My men's consciousness is recycled, watching you walk with her and gradually disappear into the crowd. You didn't see me, and we didn't look at each other. We just passed each other in the sea of people. Maybe this is how we should start on campus.

I yearn for freedom and want to travel around the world.

/kloc-what you want at the age of 0/8 is meaningless at the age of 30. Then pursue it now and travel while you are young.

If you are like me, then come with me!