What's the experience of marrying an old classmate?

It must be very happy to marry an old classmate.

In fact, many friends around me are junior high school students, senior high school students and college students, and they are familiar with each other and know each other. This is also a beautiful happiness line. So, what kind of real experience is it to marry a high school student? A few days ago, a friend named Ai Jia got married. She married a classmate in high school and was very happy.

In high school, my friend fell in love with a boy in the class. She said, don't really like it? It's just a simple favor. She went on to say that in fact, he has always been a super absentee and noticed that he used to draw water at the back of the class. Another boy, who is his good friend, wants to crowd out his friend and jump the queue to fetch water. He glared at the boy and said not to cut in line.

My friend continued to draw water, and there was almost no water. The boy helped her lift the bucket. Her heart moved at that time, because all the boys in the class thought she was a woman or something, and the bucket was too light for her to lift. Then she looked up at him. At that moment, she suddenly felt that the boy looked strange. So I forgot to say, "Thank you." Then I noticed him unconsciously.

Then I found out, oh, this boy is very nice. He doesn't talk much and feels very restrained. When talking to others, he occasionally laughs and has shallow dimples on both sides of his cheeks. He is very enthusiastic. The girl's cup at the next table accidentally fell to the ground and broke. People who are playing with their mobile phones put down their mobile phones and go to get a broom and mop to clean them up. In contrast, other boys next door just keep doing their own things, which is clear at a glance.

There are many small things that she secretly observed. Because their classmates never said a few words. At that time, she wondered how she had been with his classmates for more than a year before she found out that this boy was so excellent after graduation. Did he accidentally help her with the bucket once and she fell down? At that time, all kinds of strange, how do you like it? Ever since I found out that I like him, my friends have been restraining themselves, observing silently and never deliberately coming to talk to him.

Once I raised the national flag on Monday, I went running and exercising without breakfast that day, and stood for too long when I raised the national flag. With hypoglycemia, I am sweating all over and my legs are weak. I can't stand up in front of girls. The girl's back turned black and white. She is as tall as he is, and he stood beside her when she stood in line. She really wants to hold his hand and tell him that you are holding her so that she won't fall. But as a stranger, she clenched her nails and squeezed her palm deeply. She said she was dismissed and left, feeling that everyone around her was going to disperse. She immediately sat down on the playground.

See her at the same table and ask her what's wrong with you: "Your face is white and your lips are purple." Since then, she has been thinking that this should be a person she likes, who wants to rely on when she is uncomfortable, but she is afraid to rely on it. They have a custom in high school to stand at the back of the classroom when they are sleepy in class. She is sitting in the first row and he is in the penultimate row. Last semester in senior three, she always pretended to sleep and stood behind the class to peek at him.

He doesn't like studying very much. He often sleeps at his desk in class. She looked at the teacher's side face while listening to his lecture. He looks cutest when he is awakened by the chalk falling from the math teacher's podium. At this moment, with a book in her mouth, she couldn't help secretly laughing. Once in the evening self-study, the girl in his back seat talked to her, and she sat behind him. The first time I was so close to him, she was lying on the table with her face close to his back, pretending to recite words, and she wanted to smell him.

In fact, she has rhinitis, how can she smell anything? It's just that I didn't know how she could have such a obscene idea at that time. Maybe he felt it. She turned around, looked at him seriously and asked what you were doing. He said what you were doing. She is waving a word book. It seems that you are disturbing her study. He turned around with a sigh. At that time, I found his eyes very beautiful, as if there were stars in them.

At that time, she was barely a schoolmaster and was among the best in her class. She usually doesn't talk to the boys in her class. Maybe he thought she was cold? Haha, he doesn't like her very much anyway, and she usually pretends not to know him. I met him far away on the way to school, glanced at him faintly, turned a corner and left. How can she think that her classmates won't do this if she doesn't take the initiative to say hello to him?

In fact, it's still her problem after all. She has always been used to restraining her feelings. From the beginning, she knew that she would get nothing, and she didn't show any intention at all. A particularly annoying personality. And she knows it. But there is no way. The character defect of a family can't be changed, but can only be controlled slowly. Her friend who grew up told her, "If you want to reach out, reach out."

Reach out if you want? How could you? What if there is only cold air in the outstretched hand? What a clumsy gesture it takes to take it back. I like him very much. I like him very much. The last time I saw him, I went back to school to get my report card after the college entrance examination. She met him and two other friends who were ready to go back at the school gate. She saw him and kept looking at him, trying to say hello and goodbye, but she hesitated and missed it.

One of the boys has a good relationship with her. When she passed by, she asked her how many points you got in the exam, and she said. Then they left. No time to say goodbye.

Until now.

After almost two years in college, she is used to staying up late. Occasionally, at one or two o'clock in the evening, she will suddenly wind it up. He went to a vocational school in another place. He said that the environment is very poor, and the whole dormitory just plays games and makes phone calls at night, so we can't go to bed early. I can't sleep. I'm bored. Talk to her when she happens to be awake among her old classmates.

I almost forgot him every time, and then in the middle of the night, her heart suddenly jumped, just like when she looked up at his side face in the second year of high school. She felt unfair. She didn't deliberately like him or forget him, but he occasionally said, "Are you there?" Reminds her of him again. I miss him who was awakened by chalk in class and looked ignorant.

It's not that there are no boys in college who like her. Some of them are taller than him, some are better-looking, some are humorous and interesting, and some like reading, riding horses and taking part-time jobs after class. There are no boys who can't talk, and there are boys who are not interested. But in a word, all these things are gone, not counting. Not everyone she loves is like you, but you are not like the person she loves.

You don't meet any of her expectations, but you just live in her heart.