At the same table, she commemorates the passing ambiguity.

She commemorates the lost ambiguity at the same table

She commemorates the lost ambiguity at the same table. It can be said that many people have deskmates as long as they have attended school. From elementary school to high school, you must have met all kinds of deskmates. Maybe you had disputes and had fun. Come and see her at the same table to commemorate the lost ambiguity. At the same table, she commemorates the lost ambiguity. 1

She is one of my deskmates in high school. I can't remember exactly why we sat together. Now, I can't remember my other high school deskmates. Now she is the only one who is recognized as a high school deskmate.

Actually, I haven't been sitting at the same table with her for a long time. She is just one of my rotating deskmates. At first, I didn't notice her at all, as if there was no such person in the class. Her sense of existence was so weak that I could only hear her name when the results were announced. Oh, the girl who always occupied the top three in the class.

I was like a child in high school, and fun was my only hobby. Play jokes and pranks with the girls in the class all day, and play with the boys. When I first remembered her, she was not my deskmate at that time. I remember it was recess. I was flirting with girls again, running between tables and chairs, and accidentally bumped into her desk, with a crash, and everything on it was all messed up. Waist on the corner of the table, grinning with pain, looked up and met her scowl. She is not the kind of girl who is very angry. She just glared at me, looked contemptuous, and said nothing. It was then that I realized my self-knowledge. It turned out that there were still girls in my class who hated me.

I secretly began to care about her, only to find her unique beauty and dazzling. She always does her own thing quietly, as if the sky had nothing to do with her. She has her own principles and her daily life is in good order. She has fair skin and two shallow dimples on her cheeks when she smiles. My cheeky accolades were answered by her innocently. After becoming a deskmate, she didn't like me flirting with girls all day. Because there are always girls chatting or playing with me during recess, MS affected her study, so she was very angry and opened the table, revealing a wide gap. When I get along with her, I have to be careful, lest I make her angry again.

before long, we separated. When we meet again, we all feel a little more emotional. She said that she was always angry with me at that time, and she was angry at me because she was jealous of me. I envy my harmonious and warm family, that I can get along well with my classmates, that I can do my homework faster than her, that I play all day without affecting my study, and that I have something she can't have. Open-minded chatting brings us closer to each other, but we can't keep warm. She is a Leo and I am a Sagittarius. This is fate.

Now, we meet occasionally, but she is so busy that I am too lazy to go out to find her, and she has no time to accompany me, and I don't want to be a stumbling block to her. I heard her talking about her boyfriend with a happy face; I think the ring on her display hand is the abbreviation of her and her boyfriend's name letters; When I heard her talk about hard work, I felt sad in my heart. She is the kind of person who pursues the ultimate perfection, and her smile can't hide her inner fatigue and hesitation. I will hug her when I am impulsive, but she pushes me away again and again. Seriously speaking, I am not a lily and don't like girls to hug me.

at the end of July, it was her birthday, and I thought about it for a long time. Gifts have already been bought, beautifully packaged. I can't help smiling when I see the wrapped gifts on the table. As her birthday approached, the text message I sent her was still sinking into the sea. I told myself that she was too busy, so ... I was completely powerless. She didn't reply to me. I don't know if she wanted me to celebrate her birthday. Thinking in my head, are you too busy to refuse me? ! I couldn't find her. I just sent her a short message wishing her a happy birthday.

Now, it's almost a month, and the gift is still on the table intact and hasn't been sent out yet. Seeing things and thinking about people. In fact, now I have secretly decided that I must go to her and give her a gift before I leave when I am busy with the Olympic Games! It's not a gift now, but I've saved some more. I really want to give her all the good things. ) love her! Although I can't do anything for her, my distressed feelings are real! It is clear that she has always been alone! All the time! I can never go near her, I can only wander outside my heart ...

No matter what choice she makes, I will stand by her side and always support her! Even if I choose to fall, I will not hesitate to jump! Anyway, she won't be left alone! (Of course, she won't be like this, Khan) Sometimes I wonder, what exactly is my feeling for her? Is it love? No, because I feel happy when she talks about her boyfriend's happiness, I think she is happy; Is it ambiguous? Maybe, or just care between good friends. She doesn't understand me and doesn't want to understand me; I don't understand her, and I can't read her after trying for a long time. She won't let me get close to her, whether it's body or soul. We are not fellow travelers ...

What we have always believed is to be kind to her! Be nice to her! Don't talk about love, and be good to her! It doesn't matter what she thinks of me or where I am in her heart. I just need to straighten out her position in my heart and clarify my own mind, which is enough! What permeates between us is no longer ambiguity, maybe ... She at the same table commemorates the passing ambiguity. 2

When she was at the same table, we rearranged the class. When arranging seats, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with a newly transferred classmate, Wang Yan. I secretly looked at her: short hair, jeans, T-shirt, grinning all over her face, quick and frank in everything, needless to ask, she must be a tomboy. My heart inexplicably hit a melancholy and disappointment.

at the first class meeting, the class teacher asked the students to introduce themselves, only to see my classmate run to the podium first, put his hands on the lecture table and said in a particularly loud voice, "My name is Wang Yan. Because of my parents' job transfer, I transferred from experimental primary school to study here. In the old school, my classmates called me the boss. Actually, it's not that I'm old, but that I'm generous, frank and good at solving problems. Don't forget to vote for me if you choose the monitor. " Immediately, there was a warm applause in the classroom, but I didn't applaud. Hum, if you are so good at expressing yourself, everyone will choose you as the monitor. Under your guidance, it is strange that the class is not in a mess! I think about her like this.

Gradually, I found that my classmates liked to talk to her and have fun and ask her all kinds of questions, but I kept silent and kept my distance from her. However, she has repeatedly "invaded" me. Sometimes she puts her arm on my side and leans to my side, leaving only a little room for me. I reluctantly tolerate it.

finally, at noon one day, I couldn't stand her any longer. I wanted to keep a diary, and she didn't even give me the width of a notebook. I got angry, yelled at her and raised my fist at her.

unexpectedly, she laughed proudly, and then quickly picked up a brush to write something on the paper, which made me feel puzzled. Just when I became speechless, she handed me a note: "In fact, I' invaded' you again and again on purpose, and I hope you will forgive me! Every time, I hope you can resist me to break your silent, withdrawn and depressed character. Now, I have succeeded. I am so happy. How I hope you can be as happy as we are! Come, join our happy team. " After reading it, I was very moved, and the distance between us suddenly narrowed. Under her influence, teachers and classmates all said that I looked like a different person.

from then on, Wang Yan often helped me. A few days ago, I joined the school dance team. We went to train after the second class every afternoon. After coming back, Wang Yan always patiently made up lessons for me.

These days, we have extended the training time. After training, although I am very tired, I still think about my homework at night. Every time I run back to the classroom quickly, I can always see my deskmate write down my homework notes and schoolbags, and sometimes there is a glass of water. Now, I feel more and more generous and lovely at my deskmate, and I am happy and proud to have such a deskmate.