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Always keep your smile in your heart/always open the window in the direction that you will come back/always regard waiting as the power of tomorrow ...-write to Brother Elephant.

"Wu Na, help me!"

On Sunday morning, I slept in. When I brushed my teeth, I turned on my cell phone and immediately heard the tinkling sound. It was a short message from Tu Tu!

I take my time, but I brush my teeth more often.

I will receive short messages from Tu Tu regularly or irregularly. The standard looks like this: "Wu Na, help me." Or, "Oh, I'm single again! Or, "Wu Na, he said my only choice was to be his sister and cry to death! " "

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, etc.

Don't worry too much. For a girl like Tu Tu, lovelorn is a bit too serious. Get up quickly, like sneezing. On one occasion, she opened the first few pages of "Shanghai TV Station" and saw Bao Lei announce that he would marry Lu Yi at the age of 30. For a quarter of an hour, Tu Tu felt that she could not live any longer. She was heartbroken and upset and turned all the way to the back cover. "ah! Hugh! " With a scream of joy, I immediately turned my head back to "empathize with others".

Slowing down is like an appendicitis attack. At that time, she met a Beijing boy in the oral English summer camp, with thick hair, white teeth and strong muscles. His head has been shining on Tu Tu's MSN for a summer. Every day, two people compete to see who goes to bed late and gets up early, and the computer follows suit. With the start of school in September of 1 year, the boy entered a boarding high school with strict management and only took an electrical engineering class once a week. The computer was so bad that he crawled online for a long time and said he would die n times. This high fever did not last until Teacher's Day, but Tu Tu somehow recovered before the National Day.

Tu Tu, where are you? The dog, with a mouthful of toothpaste, freed his hand and decided to reply.

"Lying in the blender, you will be squeezed into juice!" The reply is extremely fast and desperate. Not so good. Looks like a precursor to appendicitis.

I spit out the last sip of water in the gargle cup, wiped my face, grew a lot of hair, grabbed a rubber band and tied it at random.

Well done, get on my fire truck and save my best friend from the hot water.

If it goes well, have a cup of milk tea to comfort you. I put some paper money in my wallet, slipped out a pair of old skates in the shoe cupboard, and pulled hard, but the shoelace I was going to pull broke.

"bang!" Slapping on the floor, I held my bare feet and sat there in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Mom heard you.

"Broken, broken ..." I muttered.

"Wu Na, Wu Na ..." My mother squatted down and stroked my face. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's been five years. It's time to live. Let's buy a new pair. "

"No need." I ran out of the house with my skates in my hand and never looked back.

I bought a pair of black shoelaces at the shoe repair stand. I stood up and rowed a few times. The new shoelaces are strong, and the old skates suit me well.

Your feet were so big at that time, hehe, but I grew up for five years and finally caught up with you.

Push the skates, swish swish, I will speed up.

People often look back at me in the street, and boys whistle at me from time to time.

I know what whistle means, not praise, but praise and blame.

Think of a girl who is 1.5 meters tall and weighs less than 80 kg. She has hair as thick as a blanket and walks on a pair of old skates, which makes people worry that she will trip herself.

Hehe, I know I am a miracle, not a beauty.

But I don't care. I listened to the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh at my feet. It's so light and reassuring.

Facing the unfocused sunshine in the morning, I feel pale yellow transparent light. I saw you smiling back at me, and at the same time, you opened your arms and said you were moving forward. That incredible smile, beautiful forehead, beautiful eyes and shell-like teeth shine together. Faced with such a smile, I am not afraid of wrestling, hitting the wall, and being teased!

"Handsome guy!" I mumbled, narrowed my eyes and smiled.

"If I fall in love with your smile, how can I collect it and have it?" Sing and sing in my headphones.

The singing is really beautiful, and so are you.

In the lemon yellow "original flavor" juice bar, I saw Tu Tu's two long legs at a glance, dangling from the sofa and beating rhythmically.

The picture shows a bear crying on his stomach, his face covered, his shoulder blades twitching, his ass twitching and his feet kicking.

I untied my skates and didn't wipe my sweat. I first found a sofa cushion and handed it to her. She happily lifted herself up, accepted it, and then lay there crying more comfortably.

"Whoops, hair, my hair!" She grabbed her hair and cried.

"What happened to your hair?" I am in a hurry. I pulled her up and took out a comb to comb her messy hair. After that, I looked at her nervously. God, what a beautiful hairstyle. With a tall white neck, Tu Tu now looks like a beautiful and elegant little mushroom, with every hair neatly combed.

"It's beautiful, your new hairstyle!" Really awesome.

"Because it's so beautiful, I'll never see him again!" Tu Tu burst into tears, and the paper towel quickly spilled all over the table like snowflakes.

In her stormy tears, I soon understood what had happened.

Tu Tu was walking in the street that day, when his eyes suddenly brightened, an absolutely handsome guy came up, swinging his elegant hair, the color of which was like a cup of coffee and two spoonfuls of fresh milk. As he got closer, he became more and more handsome. He smelled fresh shampoo from his eyes, nose, lips and face. Oh, oh, poor Tu Tu can't open his eyes and breathe. Luckily, her ear was still attached to her post, so she heard a voice, "Well, can you do me a favor?"

Handsome guy is an assistant hairdresser and has no full-time teacher. He is in the preparation stage of the exam, and is looking for all natural hair that has not been dyed and permed all over the world for him to practice his skills.

Tu Tu was filled with joy and became a handsome assistant model and a professional hair stylist.

Every pruning is a romantic sleepwalking for Tu Tu. Her soft hair lingered between his slender fingers. Gradually, Tu Tu fell in love with his dexterous scissors, his gentle dexterous fingers, and his breathing. The closer her hairstyle is to perfection, the more melancholy she is and the less willing she is to end it. Today, the heartbreaking moment has finally arrived. The handsome boy stared at her in the mirror for a long time, and then he was sorry to tell her that there was really nothing he could do for her. Her mushroom head is impeccable!

Tu Tu held back her tears until she jumped into the juice bar and sent me a short message. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer.

"Look at you crying a ball of mud, who will like a ball of mud?" I used the stimulation method, "sit up and eat something first."

"Let's make jelly instead of puree!" I ordered a shiny pineapple jelly and stood proudly in the fruit bowl.

Tu Tu suddenly sat up, "mud, mud! Haven't you ever liked boys and felt sorry for them? " Rinrin rang the bell, she took out the key, the key chain is full of small photos of a boy, for more than a dozen, she has been to my nose, "I secretly took it with my mobile phone, good-looking? It's good to cry for him. Then you should also find someone who makes you cry and laugh, so that you can truly appreciate the taste of being a girl ... "

I looked at Tu Tu.

Yes, I have never liked a boy. Tu Tu didn't know that it was because I skipped liking and fell in love.

Just like Tu Tu and I drink juice, but they are in two different ways. She likes to drink it in her mouth, so that the sweet taste fills every space in her mouth. I didn't. I tilted my neck and let the liquid pour straight into my throat and fall into my heart.

At that time, you called me sister bottle, because I hung water everywhere, and the bottle was always with me, which was very cumbersome to hang; At that time, I called you Brother Xiang. You are more unfortunate than me. You are always stuck by a doctor with a thick tube in your nose, just like an elephant's nose.

Is that love? Get along day and night, the distance between a bed, as long as you open the curtains, you can see your frowning face when you sleep, and make a strange face when you are infusion. When the other person's consciousness is free (we have all experienced several rescues), like puppies, we listen to each other's breathing with our ears pricked up every second and shout to each other with all our strength-wake up, sister bottle! Wake up, Brother Elephant! Sister bottle! Brother elephant!

I can't live without you, and you can't live without me. That feeling should be worth loving, even more than love, right? Because, because it is called life and death.

I have never cried for a boy, not because I am strong, but because I am a little depressed. At the age of seventeen, depression seems a bit serious, and I don't want to exaggerate.

How many years have I been apart from you, five years? Brother elephant, how are you? I am not bad, my grades are good, my friends are good, my body is good, and my hair is as long as mushrooms after rain, day after day, year after year, reaching a length I never imagined before.

One day, your father gave you a Nike baseball cap that you always wanted. You put it on your bald head, look around and feel incredibly handsome. You get carried away and say to me, "For boys, the head is used to wear a hat!" " "

"What about girls?" Let me ask you something.

"Of course it's for hair growth," you said without thinking. "The longer the hair, the more beautiful it is!"

There is always a beautiful fairy tale picture book "Rapunzel" by your pillow, which was left by a child in front of this bed. She found a matching bone marrow and luckily recovered. Your family regards that fairy tale as a treasure, and it seems lucky to relay it to you. Open the picture book, and the story begins like this-

A beautiful girl was hidden in a tall tower in the middle of the forest by a witch. This tower has no doors or stairs. There is only one window at the top of the tower. When the witch went to see her, every time she called, "Ripandi, Ripandi, put down your long hair and I can climb into the tower." A rope-like golden hair will appear on the windowsill. As soon as she lands, the witch will grab the golden hair and climb up.

Thirteen is the age to believe in fairy tales, but the golden thread in the picture is incredible, magical and beautiful. "Think about it, what is this long hair?" You used the special word "long". You have been reading this Rapunzel repeatedly, killing a long hospital stay.

I cried. I am a bald girl. Because of continuous treatment, I can't even keep an inch of hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..." You lost your album and tried to apologize. You wait patiently for me to hang up the water. "Will you take you skating?" You smiled ingratiatingly. Your forehead is blue with laughter.

We sneaked into the corridor of 2 1 building to skate. Somehow, this layer is usually inaccessible. You magically pulled out a pair of jingling skates, each of us tied a foot, and two limp children, arm in arm, slipped slowly and clumsily, almost once or twice, then got up and fell down, got up again, and fell cheerfully for seventeen or eight times, until they lay there and had no strength to get up again. You stare at the tip of your nose on purpose, and you look sideways at night. I followed, miss bottle and Mr. elephant touched the tip of their noses, fighting cocks against cocks.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I laughed so hard that my skates, which were a few sizes too big, fell off. "bang!" Hit the door.

You pedaled one skate to get the other, and when you came back, both skates were fastened. The sound of the pulleys swishing, swishing and swishing echoed in the lifeless corridor, watching the excitement.

"Sister bottle is cold. Do you know which door you left your shoes on? "

"Which door?"

"Oh, stop it, you should be afraid."

"If one day we die-"I suddenly said-"If one day we die, we will be sent there, right?"

You nodded happily and looked at me with surprise and admiration.

"I'm not afraid! As long as I'm with you, "I said quietly," I'm not afraid of anything! "

"all right." You sit down in the corridor, untie your shoelaces with three times five divided by two, tie my skates with three times five divided by two, and then order me to say, "stand up."

"I'm afraid." I'm wobbly.

"I'm here." You clap your chest. You are so thin that you can count the ribs on your chest.

"Take a few steps." You held out your hands to me.

"I'm afraid." I stumbled like a duckling who just learned to walk.

"I'm here!" Your palm is one size bigger than mine, just enough to hold me.

"Swish, swish, swish ..." With your warm traction, I skate more smoothly every day.

"Swish, swish, swish ..." So cheerful and comfortable, our spirits were particularly good in those days, and we all had the illusion that we were getting better every day.

"Swish, swish, swish ....." Finally, we can slide quickly, and the doctor's uncle and the nurse's aunt stand beside us, smiling happily.

Brother elephant, if I can meet you again one day, we will look at each other and laugh, ok? Love should be sunny, not wet. Even if you have wet tears on your face, should it shine with the brilliance of the rainbow?

I wanted to be alone until Tu Tu grabbed my long hair and shouted, "Hey, why didn't I think of that?"

She immediately burst into tears and began to persuade me enthusiastically: "Wu Na, can I take you to be a handsome model?"? He will definitely give you a beautiful haircut, and it's free. "

"Don't go!" I refuse.

"Please, your hair will mop the floor if it grows any longer." Seeing that I was unmoved, Tu Tu dared again. "Do you know what boys call you behind your back? They call you a mop. In fact, in fact, you are really not suitable for long hair, which looks a bit cumbersome. "

"Whatever they say."

"You can at least trim your hair a little. You see, it's too long, and the ends of my hair are parted. " Tu Tu means well.

She put her arms around my neck. "Please, please, I just want to have another chance to breathe the air in the same space with him." I can't stand Tu Tu's red eyes looking at me. In the face of this single-celled girlfriend whose brain is short-circuited at the sight of a handsome guy, I lightly sighed. Well, even if I don't want to, I have no choice.