Little secrets in the classroom corridor

In the evening, the setting sun shone on the balcony, shining on Yuanyuan who was squatting on the ground packing her things. Yuanyuan is cleaning up the items piled in the corner of the balcony. The top box contains photos. All the photos from middle school to graduation from university are here. It can be said that these photo albums carry Yuanyuan's life from the age of 15 to the present. All memories of youth. Yuanyuan opened the top photo album and took out a photo. There were no people in this photo, only an empty corridor, which was the corridor from one end to the other of two connected classrooms. It can be seen that this building has been around for some time, and the fences along the corridor are somewhat worn. Yuanyuan's fingers gently stroked the empty corridor back and forth on the photo, and then stopped at the junction of the corridors. This was the place where she and he often stood, but now 10 years have passed, Yuanyuan's image is still clear. She remembers the eyes she met in panic for the first time in the corridor, and her world fell from then on.

? Yuanyuan has a well-behaved personality and excellent academic performance since she was a child. She is a good girl in the eyes of her parents and teachers. She has successfully attended a key high school. After completing the registration procedures and receiving textbooks that day, Yuanyuan found her name in Class 1 and Class 5 on the bulletin board at the school entrance, and quickly found her class by following the school signs. The classroom was noisy and there was no teacher. The students were all looking for seats to meet their new classmates. Yuanyuan saw an empty seat in the first row of the second group and sat down. Yuanyuan looked at the messy environment around her and opened the textbook but couldn't read it. She wanted to get to know the classmates around her but didn't know how to speak. Yuanyuan felt that the new environment made her feel depressed and wanted to go outside the corridor to get some fresh air. The corridor outside the next class was crowded with more than a dozen men and women talking and laughing loudly. The happy atmosphere made Yuanyuan couldn't help but look over and wonder why they were so happy. Just when Yuanyuan's eyes were looking around, Yuanyuan felt as if there was a pair of fiery eyes staring at her. Those eyes were big and lively, as if they could speak. The moment their eyes met, Yuanyuan suddenly turned red. Face, he quickly lowered his head and looked at his feet, but his heart was already beating like a deer bumping around.

Half an hour later the head teacher came, a female teacher in her 30s. Chunky and amiable. The teacher organized everyone to introduce themselves to each other, but Yuanyuan didn't remember any of them. Her mind was full of those talking eyes. After self-introduction, the teacher told everyone that our Grade 1 and Grade 5 classes are key classes. Your academic performance is relatively excellent in the high school entrance examination. Unlike the Grade 1 and Grade 4 classes next door, which are all poor in academic performance, you should have less to do with them in the future. It turned out that they were poor at studying. No wonder I just saw some boys and girls with dyed hair. Yuanyuan, who had been taught not to play with poor students since she was a child, felt strange for the first time in her heart.

High school life unfolded in an orderly manner. Compared with junior high school, the life of going to and from school every day has not changed at all. Maybe the only change is the pair of eyes that break into my mind from time to time every day. Yuanyuan wanted to find the owner of those eyes, so she would stand in the corridor of the classroom for a while after class every day to get some air. When children of this age proved to like to be in groups, some girls even went to the toilet together. Yuanyuan stood alone outside the classroom corridor on the second floor in a daze. One day before class at noon, Yuanyuan was standing in the corridor in a daze again. Suddenly, a tall boy with short hair came out of Class 4 next door. When he turned his head and looked at Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan's face turned red. When she reached the base of her neck, Yuanyuan slowly lowered her head and looked at the ground, wishing she could see a hole in the ground. Her heart was already pounding, it was definitely him. Yuanyuan was secretly happy that there were only two of them outside the long corridor. She raised her head and secretly looked at the profile of the man outside the corridor. Yuanyuan knew that she fell in love with him, a stranger whose name she didn't even know. .

Girls are always gossiping among themselves, so it took little effort for Yuanyuan to figure out that the boy’s name was Song. He was tall, handsome and good at basketball. Such a boy would always be the favorite in the school. The man of the hour inside. Yuanyuan knew that this secret love was probably destined to be her wishful thinking. How could a boy like that notice an ordinary girl like herself? Yuanyuan hated herself for the first time as a good girl.

The only consolation is that Yuanyuan will see that familiar figure outside the corridor from time to time. Occasionally, the other person's casual glance will make Yuanyuan's heart beat faster. It’s not that Yuanyuan has never thought about the possibility of getting to know the other person, even just saying a few words, but Yuanyuan’s heart is filled with low self-esteem. She doesn’t have the courage to take the first step. The only thing Yuanyuan dares to do is to walk in the corridor. Peeking out, that side face was the throb of her entire adolescence. Occasionally, an unexpected encounter on the stairwell would make Yuanyuan's whole world light up.

? Songbian fell in love at the end of the first semester of high school. The girl he was with was a problem in the eyes of the teacher. She liked to dress up, often skipped classes, and often talked back to the teacher. But Yuanyuan felt that she was very beautiful and courageous, because it was she who took the initiative to chase Song to watch him play basketball every day. In the past month, she had been hanging out in the corridor next door every day after school. During this month, Yuanyuan always Saw them chatting in the corridor outside the classroom. Yuanyuan comforted herself in her heart that Song would not like that kind of girl, but one day she accidentally saw Song and Shan secretly holding hands in the corridor. By the way, the free and unrestrained girl who dared to love and hate was named Shan. Yuanyuan has never hated herself as a good girl so much. She hopes that she can be a little bit like Shan. Maybe one day Song will notice the unknown girl in the corner of the corridor in the next classroom.

Later on, Yuanyuan rarely went to the corridor of the classroom. She was afraid of seeing those pairs of figures, because she knew that Song could never belong to her, and she did not even have the courage to say a word to him. Later, the arts and sciences were divided into classes, and Yuanyuan moved to the classroom and rarely saw Song, but those eyes often appeared in Yuanyuan's dreams. Yuanyuan was admitted to a key university smoothly. After graduating from high school, Yuanyuan never returned to her alma mater. In the fifth year after graduation, I was chatting with my niece online. The high school my niece attended was the same school that Yuanyuan attended. The niece said that the school was going to build a new building and the original teaching building was going to be demolished. Yuanyuan felt empty in her heart. Yes, as if something has been lost. Yuanyuan bought a plane ticket to go home that night. The next afternoon, she arrived at her alma mater just after school. She talked to the security guard at the door for a long time before letting her in. Yuanyuan quickly arrived at Class 1 and Class 5 of Senior High School. School was already over. The corridor behind was empty. Yuanyuan stood silently outside the corridor for half an hour. Finally, she said loudly to the spot in the corridor next door where Song stood: Hi, I am Wang Yuanyuan from Class 15 of Senior High School. I like You've been around for a long time. There was no sound at all outside the empty corridor. Yuanyuan took out her mobile phone from her bag and took a picture of the deserted corridor. In a daze, he seemed to see Song's figure...... .