People you like in high school will really remember for a long time ...

People you like in high school will be remembered for a long time, even if you hear it from friends or online ...

No one knows that you liked a boy in our class in high school, and you will still think of him until now. I don't know if your mother will do the same. She always asks you if there is anyone you like in your class by innuendo. I think I have a good relationship with my mother since I was a child, but in this case.

I don't know when I liked him, and what I like about him. Obviously, he is from two different worlds. He can play basketball, guitar and sing, except for learning anything else. He always attends classes when there are activities, and then there are many brothers and sisters I know in the whole school. As for me, as far as I know myself, I really am the kind of thief obedient from the bottom. I don't know if you will believe it. I don't know if I have been obedient for too long and caused this rebellious psychology. I like this kind of rogue and bad type of people who are fooling around, and I don't know where this good feeling comes from.

Actually, I don't know when we became familiar with each other at all. We probably didn't talk before the third year of high school. Maybe it was because the sports meeting in the third year of high school was very cold, and we happened to sit together, or maybe we studied for ourselves in the third night of high school. Later, we were assigned to a group on duty, and I was the team leader ...

It's incredible to say, it should be that he got familiar with my mother first. My family had a shop in the mall at that time. I don't know when he would go to the mall to chat with my mother. We didn't have any contact at that time, but he was very familiar with my mother. After returning home, he always mentioned him to me, and I was also a question mark.

Later, it was very cold in the senior three sports meeting, and I was shivering outside. I covered my body with clothes. In the early stage of the sports meeting, I still sat at the back of the class where there was room. After attending the project, he returned to the class and sat next to me. Seeing his sweat, he covered it with nothing. At this time, it seemed that he had just started to talk.

after cleaning in groups, we just happened to be in one group. I belong to the kind where people who are familiar with me have a lump in their mouth, and people who are unfamiliar with me can't get a word out of an awl. It's really a social death to be grouped as a team leader, but it's just that several team members are not familiar with it at ordinary times, and almost all of them are prickly, and he, who is late and leaves early almost every day, feels that it's bad luck for me to be grouped. I'm afraid someone will go late and have no time. Alas, I really don't have any management skills. This is not to say that I don't have the ability to exercise or anything. I don't know if anyone will understand, but I'd rather do more myself and not open my mouth. Alas! Later, I still felt that I had to talk to them about coming early or something. When he arrived, he promised well, and then he came late tomorrow, which really pissed me off! When I got to school, I quickly went to the mop to find me and said, what's the matter? Don't be angry or something. At that time, I really wanted to slap him to death. No, they! Maybe it is at this time that I will remind him on QQ to warn him to come early tomorrow before I gradually start chatting.

Later, in the third year of senior high school, I began to attend evening self-study classes. At that time, the Education Bureau was very strict, and I didn't want to make up lessons for evening self-study. So in the end, I let a student's parents stay behind the class every night. Even if someone checked, it could be said that they were spontaneous. Then when there was a break in the middle, I went to talk to my mother, and he would follow me. It was like meeting my parents .. Only they talked more than me.

His grades are very poor. He often doesn't come to class. He is a nail house in the last row of the class. Then our class adopts the mode of rotating the whole class to sit in series. Almost every position in the class will be taken. Every time I sit in the last row, I am very happy. There are blackboards in the front and back of the class. Sometimes I need to turn to the back and share a table when I turn around. I remember that the worst time in my third year of high school was when I was sitting in the back rows. I really can't forget the seats in the series when I first talked about derivatives in mathematics. It is said that derivatives are very difficult here. I hardly learned this piece, and I feel that I have to learn it again in the next round of review.

In winter, the classroom was very cold. When I went in the morning, I took a thermos cup to the first floor to get water. The whole building of Grade Three was just a water boiler. I really took it. Once, I happened to come to menstruation for self-study in the evening or in the afternoon, and my stomach was killing me. At that time, almost all the cups in the class were next to the stool. He asked me what was wrong. I said that I had a stomachache and was in class, so he took me.

My home is far from school. I usually go to school by bike. I can't ride it after it snows, and it's far from home. At that time, I said that I would go to my uncle's house for dinner at noon and before the evening self-study. Although my uncle and aunt were very kind to me since I was a child, I just didn't want to go. I don't know if you would feel this way, that is, you would be uncomfortable. Later, my uncle stopped me at school and asked me to go, and then I went. Although it's close, it takes more than ten minutes to walk. If it doesn't snow, I will go by bike first, but I will pass by my uncle's house on the way. After I know it, I will decisively abandon my car. Hahaha, I just have this kind of care, thinking about whether I will meet something on the road. When I pass by the door of his community on my way back, I will walk slowly, thinking about whether he will suddenly pat me on the back and go to school together. Later, after it snows, the road is slippery. Especially at intersections, cars are particularly slippery when they pass through many places, but they won't fall as long as they walk carefully, but as long as they meet, I will always open my hand very affectedly to keep my balance and let him hold me, and I don't know if he can tell, hahaha! You will have this kind of care for the person you like. At that time, the evening self-study was until nine o'clock, and it was really dark in the northeast after nine o'clock. My home was far away, and our home was still in two directions. Originally, I went home with a small partner, and then I didn't know what was wrong with him, so I had to send me home. It felt particularly twisted, and I didn't know whether it was embarrassing or embarrassed. Road friends also stepped up their pace first. When I arrived at the door of my community, I kept saying that you should go back first. It was so late, he had to send it to my door. I said that my window could be seen, and he stopped. Obviously, we have nothing to do, so we are still afraid of being discovered by our parents! Later, he didn't come to study at night much, but every time he came to study at night, I would be very happy.

Sugar-coated haws are popular in winter in Northeast China, and many of them are sold at the school gate. Before the evening self-study, he brought me sugar-coated haws, which was really given to me in front of the whole class, embarrassing me. I really wanted to get into a crack, but it was either annoying or embarrassing for a thief. In fact, I might not have this reaction when other students brought me food. Maybe I felt that he was different.

Up to this time, we have never said that we like him. He is not a "serious" child himself. There is no derogatory meaning here, but he just thinks it is appropriate. A group of friends from the thief society outside and inside the school have met many people, and they don't deal with the teacher. In the class, it has also been said that he likes a girl in our class. I also know in my heart that it is impossible for us. The friends we communicate with are different, with different levels of study, different personalities and the future.

He likes singing. Singing was popular at that time, so I would go in from the beginning to the end. I like Joker Xue's songs in large part because he always sings, and sometimes he sends me his cappella voice. Sometimes I will joke when I ask for anything, saying, "What's good for me? Let him sing.". At that time, I didn't stay up like I do now. I really didn't like a senior three student. I almost went to bed at about 9: 3 when I came home from self-study at night, but he always went to bed at 11: , and I would chat with him until late. I was obviously a senior three, but I still let myself go. Hey! At that time, I always felt that he liked me, why he always talked to me, and whether I was different in his heart, so I always wanted him to say it to make sure, because he would say that I was cute or something in the previous chat, probably because it was different from the girl he had contacted before ..., and he also said, why don't you be my girlfriend! Then I made a joke. At that time, an expression pack was quite popular. Hahahaha was not funny at all, so I used it to return it to him. But when I saw this sentence, I was still very happy, and I also took a screenshot and passed it to QQ space, which has been saved until now. I don't know why I feel that being my girlfriend and I like you are two different meanings, and I feel that he just said it casually.

Later, I didn't feel anything. One day in physical education class, my friends around me told me that we had been close recently, saying that someone in the class had said something behind my back, so I said nothing. Then they said, You two are different. Don't talk nonsense. It's true that your grades were poor during that time. In fact, I understand all this and can't control it! Later, on my birthday, he gave me a big doll of Ali's, and it's still here. It happened that it was the day my mother went to study at night. I remember it snowed heavily, so ... It seems that it was also from here that my mother began to ask me if there was anyone I liked in the class.

until he told me that he liked me, I told him to stop joking, that is, I began to be cold and hot to him from here. How to put it, I started to avoid him sometimes, but sometimes I was happy to meet him.

I forgot whether it was the summer vacation after the college entrance examination. One day, I went to my mother's shop, and there were many people that day. I said, let's sit in the corridor for a while. Then I sat in the corridor, and he kept staring at me and leaned over to my side. At that time, my heart was really about to vomit. I pushed him at the place where his face was close to me, and then he posted it again, and I pushed him away, saying, Stop it.

Our relationship became stiff. On the weekend, he went to my mother's shop. I slept at home in the afternoon, and then I went home with my mother. When I got home, I just woke up for a while, and I was in a state of confusion. I asked my mother why he came, and my mother said to be polite to him. Who knows, I came. I really thank you, my mother! It was my home, but it turned out to be uncomfortable and broke down. It was a very strange feeling. At first, I was forced, then I was a little happy, and then there was endless embarrassment ... (By the way, I am a single parent, and I lived with my mother at my grandparents' house since I was a child) I don't know how to describe this scene. Maybe I am very sensitive, and I have hardly brought my friends to my home since I was a child. I don't want to let this structure of my family. I went out after a few bites of dinner. I was probably young, mentally unsound or something, so I called my other friend. After going out, I walked in front and he walked behind, and then after meeting my friend, we walked in front and he walked behind, so I didn't say anything. Later, maybe I felt really strange and embarrassed, so I just wanted you to go, or I just wanted to kick you out.

after the college entrance examination, all the students in the class will hold a school banquet, and so will their classmates and friends. In fact, I generally don't go except my very good friends, but I just thought about whether I would meet him or not, and I chose a few students who I think have a good relationship with him. Some of them met and some didn't meet, and they didn't say a few words. I remember singing in KTV after dinner, but obviously there was no one who had a good relationship with him here, but he still did. And I brought a girl with me, and I didn't say who she was. Later, I said I didn't want to be here, so I left with my friends. It seems that I haven't been in touch since then.

after I went to college, I didn't report to a city with any friends I knew. It seems that we never met again. We deleted our friends in the middle, and sometimes when we saw this person's head, you just wanted to click in and talk to him, so there was no topic to talk about or to find him. You just wanted to fundamentally break your mind and delete it, but after deleting it, you still wanted to find him. One was that you had two personality feelings in your mind. What's more, you can look for it if you want. Why bother yourself? I don't know if you will do such a thing, but when you still want to find someone, just send a message casually, then withdraw it, and then say, Ah, shaking hands, wrong hair, hahaha, it's really hopeless to the extreme. Then, after chatting for a few days, talking about the university, you can clearly feel from his words that this is a person from two worlds, and there is nothing to talk about. Slowly, I feel relieved, although sometimes I still remember that I once had a person I liked very much in high school. I wrote this article because some time ago I saw a photo of him with his girlfriend in a national karaoke song. (Then I remembered that I had registered a new account for nothing, and the nickname of my avatar was random passers-by, hiding my visit records, quietly peeping at the screen, and I was worthless. Don't say me, hahaha) It was still small. Then I had the idea of writing something. Later, I watched his karaoke songs these days, and he deleted the photos again. I also deleted the songs I sang before, so I wrote it here. I wonder if anyone will have the same experience and feeling as me ~