Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 10 To grow up happily and recklessly is accompanied by each other (6)
ticking new year
Fu Xinya

I got to know Joy, Tot, and Ff after we were divided into classes in arts and sciences in the second year of high school.In an evening self-study with lightning, thunder, wind and rain, the classroom suddenly lost power, and the whole class was in an uproar, like a frying pan bursting.The boys in the back row took advantage of the chaos to clear their voices, and recited the index finger's poem "When the cobwebs ruthlessly sealed up my stove" with great concentration and fascination.I was surprised, is this the legendary literary youth?At the moment, there is an urge to be like-minded and meet each other later.Just like that, we became friends.Later, I found out that they are introverted and self-sustaining people. Although they occupy such an excellent chatting position as the front and rear seats, they can't say a word for a few days.

It was half a year before I finally won their trust and permission and was welcomed into their diary ranks.I was the representative of the Chinese department at that time, and teachers often made up the momentum that I was good at writing essays. Ff came to me to complete the ending with a short story he had written, "Aren't We, We Almost Grown Up?" Such a sincere and pure writing was very moving at the time.I read it with tears in my eyes, and said, let’s use the title sentence at the end, but add a comma between "we" and "is it".In fact, I still haven't figured out the difference between teasing and not teasing, but at the time it seemed extremely serious and professional. Ff was immediately excited, her eyes were unparalleled bright, and said, little F, you have touched my heart.I'm calm, yes, I should be able to think. Ff blithely left, I wondered if the sun of the whole world was pouring on me.

The next day, Tot handed me a solid 8-mo black leather book and said, take a look at our diary and write whatever you want.Many years later, I recalled this small detail: Tot smiled with his head down, his hair slid down to cover his half-moon-like eyes, the smile lines stretched from both sides of the nose, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the curve of his chin was beautiful and clear. Very soft, very rich friendship. Joy and Ff looked at me, the faint sunshine of early winter filled the air and fell into their eyes, but it was burned into unrestrained and brilliant sparks.The world suddenly receded from us, and the memory left me at that moment, and I made a firm commitment to them, forever.

In the winter of that year, we wrote a full diary, which was carefully kept by Tot.It was Joy’s birthday in early spring, and we climbed the more than 500 stone steps of Laoxiantai Mountain in City A, standing on the top of the mountain, silently blowing the wind from outside the mountain and the clouds, knowing in our hearts that the torrent of time was behind us, Potential sweeping.So I didn't dare to look back, and I didn't speak all the time, I just stood very close like that, standing quietly.The breeze gently turned the fallen leaves in the forest, and the river flowed down the mountain, thick and far away, like the night when the poem was written. City A and the past are behind, the world and dreams are ahead, and the future is in our hearts, creating a thick desire and sorrow that cannot be resolved.I silently prayed in front of the Buddha, hoping that we will all go well together.

When going down the mountain, jumping into the water, and stepping on the river bank, Tot said, forget it, forget it, forget the path we walked together.I looked up and saw that the sky was tall and distant, and the wind and birds passed by in an instant without leaving any traces.Youth is a pool of sea water, they are as exquisitely shining as pearl shells in the bottom of the water.I don't know what kind of hardships and forgetfulness I will experience in the future. I only know that as long as they are by my side and in my heart, I can go on bravely and warmly forever.On the way back, I saw egrets flying from the water's edge reflected in the setting sun to the sky with white clouds and waves, and a word suddenly came to my mind: remember love, remember time, and remember the scenery we have seen along the way.

In the blink of an eye, it was the third year of high school. At that time, Tot had a girlfriend. He said in my diary that he fell in love with a girl who liked him.I closed the diary, not wanting to recall, but it was snowing heavily in my heart. Ff also fell in love with athlete No. 3 in a school sports meeting—a baby-faced girl with a sweet look. Joy soon found his beloved girl.When we meet in the corridor again, we only smile reservedly, and when we meet in the classroom, we will also quietly alienate.

The diary is dusty, and the handwriting seems to be fading out of the graceful affection and graceful time woven on the pages.I still wrote the diary we agreed on word by word in the "tick-tick-tick" passage of time every late night, and then slowly opened it from beginning to end, sometimes laughing out loud, and sometimes feeling lonely.At dawn, close it gently—I miss those days when I solemnly promised to write a unique article after school; Look at the days when the sun rises and the moon sinks, and the geese fly over the clouds; I miss the days when I stood beside them like a tree, blowing their joy and sorrow like the wind...

It’s winter again, on the last winter night, the wind blows through the window panes, and the rolled up dead branches and fallen leaves crackle.Dark night, thick and thick.I wrote a note to Tot, is it going to snow?After passing it, continue to immerse yourself in the questions.Hearing the laughter behind him, he hurriedly turned his head, and saw the girl who didn't know if it was Tot's favorite or Tot's, beside him, holding the note arrogantly. Tot looked at me silently, wondering if the light suddenly flicked off, I couldn't see anything clearly, and my eyes were foggy.

Time flies, the calendar on the wall is turned over like the wind, and the sky is still cloudy.Birds fly past without leaving a trace, trees grow up and cast shadows, sunlight and water gradually become clear, summer is here.I sat on the edge of the playground, looking at the sycamore leaves that matched each other, weaving many bright and fine light spots, thinking of the past, my mind became hazy. Ff came over, sat beside me, and handed over a juicy and crimson apple.Are you waiting for girl number 3?I asked.He said, well.I didn't pick up the apple, and when I turned to leave, I burst into tears.I don't know, time can be so thin and fragile.

The last memory of those years is the day before the college entrance examination, when I was studying in the depths of the lawn, they came towards me with smiles, wearing the same snow-white shirts as when we met two years ago, with their hair falling down to cover their eyes, smile lines rippling, and the corners of their mouths twitching. rise.I seem to hear that gentle seaweed-like soft voice again: Little F, little F—only this one, no matter where in the world I hear it in the future, I will run back without hesitation, and hug them tightly.

On the night of the college entrance examination, Tot wrote in my diary: "After tomorrow, I don't know what the ending will be, but what is certain is that the wind will still blow, the clouds will still fly, and life will continue." Life will continue, and I I can't expect to turn back time and return to the past, but I am so grateful that they have left precious love and remembrance in my heart.

Three years later, we were on the No. 4 bridge in City A, looking at the clouds in the sky that were dyed red by the setting sun. The white clouds surged like waves.I think of the diary of that year and the clear "tick" sound accompanied by running water.

Joy looked into the distance and sighed to herself: time is easy to throw people away, the cherries are red, and the plantains are green. Ff looked at me, the light in his eyes reminded me of the moment when he turned around with his composition five years ago.He said, after all, we grow up exactly. Tot didn't speak, and I remembered the last sentence he wrote in my diary: I am not a hero, but I have fought with heroes.I smiled at him, and a word flashed in my heart: Ticking New Years.

Meeting you is the warmest thing
微末
A few days ago, I passed by a stationery store and went in for a casual stroll. There was a stack of dark yellow envelopes in an inconspicuous place, without any pattern decoration, primitive and simple.I remember you said you wanted to read my handwriting, so I wrote you a letter, using the same kind of envelope.I took 5 of them out, and when I paid for it, it was just one dollar, but I just put it in the drawer after I took it home, and I haven’t written to anyone until now.Sometimes words are lacking, and I don’t know what to express. It seems that no matter how much I say, I just repeat some small emotions, so I don’t want to record them in the same way.

In midsummer, the sky here is blue and clear, and the clouds are ethereal and magnificent.Knowing you is also such a season, and it has been nearly ten years.Accompanied all the way, playing and laughing, or comforting clumsily, although the words are simple, they are true and warm.You and I are not good at speaking beautiful words. If you talk too much, you will feel false. It is easy to be moved for a while, but it is more valuable to stay in silence for a long time.The world of mortals is too busy to take care of so much. Staying in the age of silence, interpreting the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of small people, acting for others and acting for yourself, take it seriously, regardless of other people's eyes, just being able to move yourself is enough.

You read my sentimentality, and I read your melancholy.The emotional ups and downs of each other reflect similar experiences.In this way, it will be easier for us to understand each other.I used to be obsessed like poison, and the little sadness in my youth was just for such a person.Or we are all perfect, and after experiencing it, we learn to transform and grow.Struggled, tangled, hesitated, and in the end, it became a young story.In time, it slowly becomes lighter and lighter, and later, maybe only traces of light clouds and wind are left.

Time flows, taking away something when we are not aware of it, and we are also changing unconsciously.Old troubles in life are submerged, and new troubles emerge.Faced with one cage after another, we keep falling in and out, falling in and out again.Repeating this process, gradually become strong, patient, silent, and indifferent.The edges and corners are impacted and sharpened by the water flow, some are gained, and some are lost at the same time.

Fortunately, under the tempering of the annual rings, it is us who have not lost.Jane, simple; Chu, the initial beauty; Xuan, Jin, Xuan, Heng, Jing, strange stones and beautiful jade, pure and beautiful things.Because we are similar, we know each other; because we know each other, we cherish each other.The end of the world is not far away, because I believe that feelings can reach the side across thousands of mountains and rivers.Some understanding and care, warm and heavy in our arms, have actually derived courage and strength, and we walk forward with this courage and strength, even if the wind and rain hit and the cold lingers.

Thank you for the time with you. An ordinary encounter among thousands of people is the grace bestowed by life.I said no to thank you, but I couldn't help but say it.You say, do it and cherish it.The future is an unknown, we don't know what kind of stories will be staged, what kind of people and things will appear, there is no promise within a time limit, especially words like "forever".They seized the day and night, followed each other, and precipitated and bloomed beautiful flowers.Always remember that no matter what, no one will leave this agreement without saying a word.

Anthony's "These are all the love you gave me" wrote, "You should take advantage of your youth and be with the person you like to create something warmer than summer."The sunshine of this season is as blazing as a rock music, rolling with enthusiasm.Cherish every sunny day, the sun penetrates into the bottom of my heart, rendering a strong warmth.When you look up at the bright blue sky, do you think of a sunflower-like woman in the distance looking forward to being bright?Remember that I am here, remember that I can still tell.And this is my love for you.

(End of this chapter)