Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 2 Devoutly believe that love begins with you (2)
By the way, I forgot to introduce you.I, Tang Zhengdong, was a typical poor student before I met Zhou Xiaowan.The messy grades are like a spell bound to my head, making it difficult for me to break free.When I was feeling inferior and bored, I met Liu Xiaozhou, a difficult brother. Originally, in the third year of high school, we planned to pass through the confusion of youth.At this time, Zhou Xiaowan came.

There was a sound of spring thunder on the ground, and my eyes were full of green in front of me.

After the results of the college entrance examination, Zhou Xiaowan was admitted to her favorite university in Beijing.And I was also admitted to a good university in Zhejiang, and performed a legend for the poor students in our school like an epic.

Who can understand this legend?
Only me, only Zhou Xiaowan, only the youthful years when I passed her by.

16 year old confession
Yu Xiaoyu

1
As soon as the message asking for a joint purchase was posted on the campus website, someone immediately followed the post. The person who posted the post was Shen Qing, and the person who followed the post was me.

What Shen Qing wants to buy is a guitar tab, which costs 25 yuan, and the online shop requires free shipping for orders over [-]. Shen Qing wants to find someone on the Internet to be her companion, so that she can save ten yuan courier fee.

It was originally just a simple transaction begging for a win-win situation, but Shen Qing turned on the voice curiously: "Darling, are you sure you want to buy that book?"

"Yeah, two books are exactly fifty." I quickly pressed the keyboard to reply.

"But the two books are exactly the same, why don't I lend you a read." Shen Qing's voice was quite nice.

"But that way, the shipping fee won't be saved..." When I was typing, I could imagine Shen Qing's expression when she saw this "God's reply".

Shen Qing still didn't understand, she asked me to talk to her, and I sent a few words to deal with it, "I type, it's much faster than talking!"

In the end, Shen Qing couldn't convince me of my stubbornness. We partnered up and bought two identical books.

Yes, I firmly believe that some things, there is no room for sharing.

Shen Qing is a very likable girl, just like her name, Sunshine, Sunny.Our classrooms are located at both ends of the corridor on the first floor. She hadn't paid attention to me before, but I had paid attention to her a long time ago.

Maybe only I can see that Shen Qing likes that boy named Lin Xiao. Every time she eats in the cafeteria, she will quietly line up behind Lin Xiao. Li stuffed chili; Lin Xiao gulped down Coke, and she couldn't stop belching full of carbonated water.

Maybe, secretly liking someone is like this, like the taste he likes, love the things he is passionate about, so when Shen Qing knew that he fanatically liked a certain foreign band, she bought it without hesitation. The sheet music for that band.

And you should also be able to see that the one who likes that boy is also me.

2
My name is Chen Xiaoai, the "Ai" in "Qiqi Ai Ai". Although I am extremely resistant to this word, I have to admit that I suffered from a very annoying disease a long time ago, mental stuttering. When I was nervous, I would stutter when speaking.

There are many handsome boys in the school, and Lin Xiao also has a distinct personality among these people. He is fair, tall and thin. On the court, you can always see his unconcealed vitality and publicity, and he sings Sometimes, he will become gloomy and gloomy again.

How can a boy with such a unique temperament not make the girls around him fall in love with him?

And I, a girl who can't even express a complete sentence, really don't have the courage to approach this boy.

All I can do is try every means to get close to the girl who likes him, so even though I don't understand any music scores at all, I still try my best to get involved with Shen Qing.

Shen Qing came to me that day with the two books she had just received: "Chen Xiaoai, what should I do, one of the corners of the book was worn out during the express delivery."

"Oh... how come..." My shocked expression was also exaggerated.

"Why don't you just settle with it first, this book... is very important to me." Shen Qing cautiously tested me with a glimmer of hope.

"Oh..." I was so anxious that I couldn't speak, and stomped my feet.

"... Well, I bought the book after all..." Shen Qing saw my embarrassment, and reluctantly kept the damaged one.

Yes, if I didn't know Shen Qing's purpose for buying this book, I wouldn't be so fussy with her. Shen Qing wanted to give this book to Lin Xiao as a gift one day, and then , isn't it just an implicit and secret confession?
Yes, I didn't want to watch Shen Qing confess to Lin Xiao, so I didn't give in to Shen Qing that day.

3
Shen Qing and I gradually became acquainted. We ate together and went to the study room to grab seats. From the perspective of others, we were inseparable sisters, but in fact, I just wanted to get some news about Lin Xiao from her. Besides, I always harbor an unconscious hostility towards this girl.

In front of Shen Qing, I always carefully conceal my jealousy. Lin Xiao carries a blue schoolbag and wears blue sneakers, and Shen Qing will also wear blue skirts to cater to her. Whenever she asks me about those skirts When it was good or not, I always nodded to her vaguely, and then quickly looked away.

That day Lin Xiao just greeted Shen Qing briefly, and Shen Qing was extremely excited all afternoon.During the evening self-study, she and I chose the classroom where Lin Xiao was. She looked towards Lin Xiao from time to time, and kept stroking the guitar tab with a broken corner in her hand.

"Hey, do you... like...that boy?" I pointed at Lin Xiao with my finger.

"Oh...no!" Shen Qing looked back in a panic, but the moment she lowered her head, I still saw her face turn red.

I have never been interested in the various clubs at school, but that day when Shen Qing asked me if I would like to join her in the choir organized by Lin Xiao, I still nodded to her without hesitation.

Lin Xiao led the singing in the front row that day: "The sky is blue, the sea is blue, pull up the anchor, set sail..."

For a while, I just glanced at Lin Xiao next to me, but I didn't notice my voice that was already out of tune and slow by eight beats: "Heaven... sky... sky... blue..."

When I gradually regained my senses from the roar of laughter, I realized that everyone was looking at me. I lowered my head and hurriedly grabbed my schoolbag, and rushed out of the classroom in two or three steps.

Afterwards, I vented all my grievances on Shen Qing, why dragged me to join some shit choir!

4
I didn't expect things to get so bad. Walking on campus, I could even hear a lot of people whispering behind their backs: "It's her, the sky is blue that day, haha..."

"Oh, that girl is also pretty good, how can she stutter..."

My self-esteem collapsed like that. For a long time, I tried my best to avoid the crowd, eat alone, and read a book alone in the corner of the study room.

It wasn't until Shen Qing came to me for the third time and told me frankly that my embarrassment that day was completely expected by her that there was no possibility of dialogue between us.

"Chen Xiaoai, you will have to face that day sooner or later." Shen Qing looked at me with guilt, "I just wanted to stimulate you, after all, escaping is not the way..."

That day I didn't blame Shen Qing anymore, maybe she was right, maybe the only one who can help me is myself, the root of my illness is entirely from the growing timidity and inferiority complex.

The relationship between me and Shen Qing has improved again, but there are some things that I still can't let go of. The [-]st of next month is Lin Xiao's birthday, and Shen Qing's long-cherished wish is to put the book on his birthday. give it to him.

I feel really despicable, I hope that Shen Qing will lose that book, or suddenly sprain her ankle that day...

And that day finally came.

"Shen Qing, what are you doing with this book?"

"I……"

"You want... to give it to Lin Xiao?"

"But I... still... can't, it's so embarrassing!" Shen Qing hesitated for a long time, and finally became cruel, and ran back to the dormitory with the book in her arms.

5
I myself can't believe that my stuttering will be corrected so quickly. I can even stand on the stage of the art festival and sing a song with Shen Qing: "The sky is blue every day, the clouds are calm, the sunny boy, the pure hope Hope..."

And maybe you would never have thought that on Lin Xiao's birthday, he still received that confession, but the person who confessed was not Shen Qing, but me.

That day, I gave Lin Xiao two identical books, and I told him calmly and honestly: "Shen Qing and Chen Xiaoai both like Lin Xiao!"

The hearts of Shen Qing and I suddenly became much clearer, and we didn't even bother about Lin Xiao's whereabouts anymore, because we knew that it was just a confession in our lives dedicated to ourselves.

Yes, that year, we were 16 years old...

Missing different from little pudding
Bridgeside Red Medicine
When the finance office of the administration building collided with Bo Minglang, the leaves of the tall plane tree outside the building were flying one by one. He Ning raised her head and glanced at Bo Minglang, and then her gaze fell out of the window behind him. "Are you short of money?" When he asked, He Ning's face turned red without warning.Before he had time to refute, Bo Minglang glanced at her with disdain, and quickly walked out of the accounting room.It was the first time we met, the scenery outside the window was nice and poetic, but unfortunately the dialogue between the two was not classic enough.The subsidy certificate in He Ning's hand gave Bo Minglang enough confidence to believe that she was short of money, so He Ning lowered her head a lot, buried in the dust, but not a single flower bloomed.

The book says that in front of the person you have a crush on, your eyes always fall on a distance of 5 meters behind him, and the thick ground makes the heartbeat of the person you like feel at ease.He Ning shook her head to wake herself up, and strode into the financial room with her head held high.She has to go straight to the cafeteria after school every day, put on clean work clothes to sell meals; she has to take two buses in the afternoon when there is no class, and is squeezed like sardines to the other end of the city to be a tutor; Cycling around major shopping malls to promote clothes, shoes, and home appliances.Take a small salary, live on a budget, treat yourself to a small pudding occasionally, not a sundae, not a Haagen-Dazs.Yes, she is short of money.

Being twirled by life like a top, this is He Ning's 19-year-old beauty, blooming like a flower in a certain college in the north, quiet and peaceful.But when he came out of the financial office, the kind sunshine caressed his face, and the phrase "Are you short of money?" kept ringing in his ears, and He Ning squatted under the tall plane tree and wept wantonly.

The guitar band of the School of Art and Media is very famous, and the concert hall is full.Light sticks and cheers quickly won the band pride, but did not satisfy the teenager's heart.When the team leader Bo Minglang tried hard to find He Ning and stood in front of her and asked her to compose the lyrics, He Ning was surprised, but said, "I'm short of money, so the fee is very high, can you afford it?"

What Bo Minglang had forgotten, He Ning remembered clearly. The tall boy smiled slightly and said it was all right.He Ning began to write lyrics seriously, each piece of music was already expensive for her, she didn't want to be sorry to anyone.On the day I went out to buy scores with Bo Minglang, the bus was as crowded as usual. Bo Minglang supported the suspension ring with both hands, which happened to surround He Ning. In a small space, the crowding was only the power behind Bo Minglang, and the mountains and rivers on this side fine.He Ning turned her head and looked out of the window, the sycamore trees on the side of the road retreated one by one, and her own will also retreated, retreating to the original love, which was still hidden in her heart.

Bo Minglang's hurtful words that day were not aimed at He Ning.The school belle Liang Shuyao broke up with Bo Minglang suddenly, rumors abounded, and the word "money" was inseparable.Bo Minglang was in a bad mood the day he bumped into He Ning, and he said something he shouldn't have said in a hurry.When this handsome boy told the reason with a little sadness, the sunlight gently covered his face through the dense branches and leaves of the phoenix tree, and He Ning's angry and hard heart suddenly softened.

The band's concert was on Christmas Eve, and the school auditorium was grand enough and spacious enough, but even the aisles were still full of people.The wonderful performance made the whole auditorium cheer louder and louder.He Ning, who was sitting in the guest seat, saw Bo Minglang's smiling star-like eyes looking at her, she suddenly became nervous and lowered her head, showing the shyness of a water lotus that could not withstand the cool breeze.Before the applause came down, a clear and powerful shout passed through the crowd: "Bo Minglang, I love you!" He shouted three times in a row, each time getting stronger, clearer, and from the bottom of his heart.

You don't need to look back to know it's Liang Shuyao.Bo Minglang was downstairs in her dormitory, buying breakfast and waiting for her to attend class together.They went to self-study together, and he would help Liang Shuyao look up information and write papers.Liang Shuyao is pretty enough, a talented woman from the Department of Political Science and Law, she won the debates of 4 colleges with her fragile appearance, her good logic and connotation make people dauntingly like her.

He Ning sighed, lowered her head, endured the despair, it was time to withdraw.On Christmas Eve, I ate small puddings in big mouthfuls, and my heart was cold after eating, but can this relieve the pain?

When He Ning was in middle school, she often met a boy who walked upstairs at the bell at 7 o'clock on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays during his Chinese morning reading. He walked firmly and calmly.He Ning is the representative of the Chinese department. She goes downstairs to pick up her homework on time at 7 o'clock, so she often sees her.It was a rebellious boy, wearing a large plaid shirt and casual pants, often fighting, with obvious scars on his arms, and never had a smile on his stubborn and resolute face.Every time He Ning lowered her head and let boys pass by with a faint scent of tobacco, she always thought that she must talk to him next time.But many times have passed, He Ning's grades have become better and better, and he has more and more brothers because of his loyalty.

On Christmas Eve of the third year of junior high school, He Ning finally plucked up the courage to go to his classroom, but he sat alone on the railing in the corridor, eating a lot of small puddings.He Ning walked up to him, but did not speak after all. When she turned around, she heard him say: "I know you, and your Chinese score has always been the first in the grade." This sentence happened to be heard by the students rushing out. So a group of people made a fuss, and He Ning ran away before she could nod her head in time.In fact, he knew that he had even paid attention to him. He must talk to him tomorrow morning on Christmas.He Ning told herself very solemnly, because this will be the last Christmas in junior high school, and after the mid-term exam in the coming year, everyone will be scattered all over the world.

But on Christmas morning, when I went downstairs at 7 o'clock on time, I didn't see him going upstairs.Many policemen came to the school that day, investigating many teachers and classmates, because of him who died in a fight on Christmas Eve.There are so many people, their words can more or less piece together a part of his life, but He Ning has been thousands of miles away from him, and it is not even his turn to be investigated.

He Ning imitated his posture and ate many small puddings in the icy cold wind of Christmas.I heard that he has always liked her very much.Don't bother, it's his tenderness.

The concert ended on time at 11:30 in the middle of the night. He Ning refunded all the fees for each previous song in the background, and even left a sentence: "Not all girls worship money." Outside the auditorium, snowflakes fluttered one after another. , has not snowed for many years.

On Christmas Eve of her freshman year, He Ning dressed up as Santa Claus to promote Christmas fruit in front of the mall.Bo Minglang bought Ping An fruit and gave it to Liang Shuyao. He smiled shyly and could see that he really liked it.Liang Shuyao was also happy, but after walking a few steps, Liang Shuyao walked away angrily, and Bo Minglang couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.

From a distance, He Ning saw Bo Minglang sitting on a chair at the other end of the shopping mall with his head down, buying a bag of small puddings, and eating one by one was very sad.As if hazy from another world, He Ning even wondered if it was him?That day He Ning's Ping An fruit did not sell well, because she was always distracted and quietly watching Bo Minglang in the distance.

Now He Ning was sitting in the open space outside the auditorium, eating a lot of small puddings. She remembered that Bo Minglang in the auditorium used the microphone to vigorously answer Liang Shuyao's confession with confession: "Thank you!" Thank you Liang Shuyao for coming back again?He Ning didn't want to think clearly.For her poor family background, He Ning is not inferior, but she always avoids it. Like an ostrich, she buries her head and waits for the wind and sand to pass.Fortunately, just a sophomore, there is still a Christmas Eve in the university, and a Christmas, let myself remember.

Perhaps, there will always be a spring that will come vigorously. At that time, the spring flowers will bloom and the sun will be warm. Even if you eat a bag of small puddings, your hands and feet will not be cold.

When I was in my junior year, everyone was busy taking postgraduate entrance examinations and finding internship units, and there were very few opportunities in school.Bo Minglang also stopped holding concerts and put away those lyrics safely.On Christmas Eve, he went to He Ning: "You can accompany me to put the wishing lamp, this is the last Christmas Eve in college." He Ning nodded, she couldn't afford to lose any last, the last Christmas Eve in middle school, the last Christmas, the last morning I saw him, but I didn't see him leave at the end.The orange wishing lamp flew very high, flying over many obstacles with wishes.Bo Minglang remembered that on the Christmas Eve night of his freshman year, when he saw He Ning outside the shopping mall, looking thin but strong, a wave of sympathy welled up in his heart.He said: "Let's buy more Ping An fruit!" It was just this sentence that annoyed Liang Shuyao, she said: "If you feel distressed, sell it with her." Bo Minglang really felt distressed, and he sold Ping An fruit with her , pretending to be sitting on a chair far away, indifferent.

Liang Shuyao is held in the hands of many people, and there is no shortage of Bo Minglang, but He Ning is different.The balance in Bo Minglang's heart was tilted due to uncertainty, but he just wanted to ask: "He Ning, why do you often eat small pudding?" Liang Shuyao's three confessions were shocking, but it is a pity that Bo Minglang's answer is thank you, thank you in many cases It is a tactful but forceful refusal.She has won debates in 4 colleges, but she still can't win the love one.

I finally asked, fearing that I would never have the chance to spend Christmas Eve together again. "Because I miss someone when I eat pudding." It was He Ning's desolate and quiet answer. "Then you will miss me when you eat pudding in the future, okay?"This miss is not the same as a small pudding.

(End of this chapter)