Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 3 Devoutly believe that love begins with you (3)
flower and boy

Smiling
1
Mottled walls, demolished old buildings.The roses that have not yet bloomed, caress them with one hand, and the dew is cool.The once noisy courtyard is now barren like before.

In my memory, there is always a voice calling her from behind, and when I turn around, only the shadow is as long as loneliness.

After farewell to autumn, the green is dark and the red is left.

He was no longer her accordion boy.

2
Four years ago, he was the one who spotted her in the crowd at a glance.White shirt, jeans, neat ponytail, fair skin.He leads the way for her.At the door of the girls' dormitory, he said, nice to meet you.

An encounter, an empty joy.

Later, at the welcome party, he won applause with his beautiful accordion.The lights on the stage were so bright, but the audience was dim, he was sure that she was in the nearest corner, smiling, applauding, her eyes shining like stars.He seemed to have seen it all.

That song is "Flowers and Boys".

3
But at that time, she already had her favorite boy.

not him.

Although in a different place, two days and two nights away, the beautiful youth like a flower thinks that love is the persistence of two people.

Live up to his wholehearted watch.

It's just that if he doesn't say it, she won't know, and she can enjoy the warmth he gave her with peace of mind, warming her spleen and lungs, and filling her loneliness caused by longing.Cold in spring, scorching in summer, famine in autumn, perish in winter.She has never felt that time is also sad.

Like she said, nice to meet you.She is really happy.

That's it.

4
One year she learned painting and sketching, and went to the courtyard house left over from the old year.Under the wall, flowers are blooming along the road.

She heard someone calling her from behind, and when she turned around, it was he who was carrying the drawing board, smiling and standing upright like a poplar tree, resolute and upright.She said, oh, so you are here too.

The sun was very good, they sat on the threshold and painted flowers and grass alleys on the bluestone slabs, and the paintings were as profound and long-lasting as his thoughts.

5
On the day of the holiday, he took her to the station.One is bright, the other is melancholy.He knew that she was going to pursue her dreams.He said, "Bon voyage, happy journey."All are camouflage.

When he came back, he went to the station to pick her up again, and saw her in high spirits.

The gift was a dumb wooden doll, she said, it was just like you, sometimes you couldn't even speak.

How do you know, just be afraid, say too many mistakes, revealing the most fragile secret.

6
Before graduation, many people went to KTV together.In the crowded box, some people sang hysterically, some were drunk and danced, some were sobbing, some were crying bitterly.

After four years, there is only confusion left.Everyone hugged each other, reluctant to let go, the past flowed like a stream.And he has always stood in the corner farthest from her.

The next day, she would send him away instead.

On the uncrowded platform, they heard a begging tramp playing "Flowers and Boys" on a dilapidated accordion.They looked at each other and smiled.There are always some regrets that have failed in life, but they have to stop abruptly.

It seemed to be vigorous, and it seemed that nothing had ever happened.

People have gone away, but memories have never been far away.

7
Many years later, he learned from her old friend that she broke up with her boyfriend who was far away when she traveled far away.He didn't see any flaws.

Presumably it was his own lament that made him miss last night and today.

However, who knew that the silent ending back then was not the best ending?

A love letter from youth to Jinsheng

Su Xiaocheng

1
Dusk is coming.

Jin Sheng carefully opened the rusty iron mailbox in front of the door, and took out the letters inside.Today's envelope is light blue. This is the third letter she has received this week, and it is still unsigned.

Grandma called her again in the back room. Grandma's eyes were not very good, but her ears were extremely sensitive, so when she heard the sound of the iron mailbox being closed outside, she knew that Jinsheng had returned.

"Jinsheng, you're out of school, did anyone post a letter?" "No, I'll just take a look." Jinsheng carefully stuffed the letter into his bag, opened the door, and walked straight to his bedroom.Opening the drawer, she took out a yellow box inside. There were 13 letters in the box, and she numbered them carefully.Instead of opening the envelope, she took out a pen, wrote 14 on it, and dropped it into the box.After locking the drawer, she stood up and wanted to go to the kitchen to cook. At this time, someone outside the window was gently tapping on the glass window. The sound of "pop" is like the echo of raindrops hitting the glass.

Jin Sheng ran to the window and pushed it open with a "bang".There was a boy standing outside, grinning fiercely at Jinsheng. "Why? I thought I didn't fall hard enough this afternoon!" Jin Sheng pouted, trying to laugh but didn't. "You also said that if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be so ashamed!" The outline of the boy's face seemed to be coated with a light golden light in the light and shadow of the dusk. "Go home and wash up, be careful that the minibus won't recognize you." The minibus is a stray dog ​​he picked up. "Huh!" A cold snort came from the boy's mouth, then he threw his schoolbag behind his shoulder, turned around and walked away angrily.His white shirt still bears a large stain from a fall in a puddle during gym class that afternoon.Looking at his back as he left angrily, Jin Sheng stood by the window and laughed.

The boy's name is Miya Nara, and he lives at No. 100 Sunflower Street, while Jinsheng's house is No. 1, which is exactly 99 numbers away from his house.

They are both freshmen in Asano High School.In the afternoon physical education class, they practiced 1000-meter running. When Jinsheng ran past a puddle, a football flew towards Jinsheng impartially.In less than a second, Miyanara, who was running next to her, stretched out her hand and pushed Sumire aside, but she was hit by the ball, slipped, and fell into the puddle next to her. inside.

All the girls in the class stopped and looked at Miyanara and smiled. Miyanara got up from the puddle, and big sewage flowers bloomed on his white shirt. He looked like a chimpanzee who was very angry.Jin Sheng just stood aside and smiled from ear to ear.

"Yu! Sumire! Health!" Almost screamed, Miyanara's face turned red.Seeing that he seemed angry, Jin Sheng ran away quickly.Miyanara was left alone and walked slowly towards the classroom.His back is shining in the sun, but it's a little thin.

2
Jinsheng has received more than 40 letters.It was snowing on Sunflower Street at this time, and the snowflakes turned all the houses and trees on Sunflower Street into white like magic, including the rusty iron mailbox.Letters landed in Jinsheng's mailbox at irregular times, as if an old friend brought her greetings and care from time to time.But Jinsheng still hasn't opened any of the letters.

Miya Nara would still ride a bicycle to wait for her outside Sumire's house every morning. In winter, Miya Nara was dressed like a polar bear, with a big red scarf wrapped around his neck, adding a bit of humor.

Sumire put the milk in his bag, closed the iron gate, got on his bicycle, and rushed to school with Miyanara one after the other.

3
Sunflower Street in spring is full of catkins.Jinsheng hadn't received a letter from a stranger for a long time, and the tin mailbox was covered with dust.

Miyanara seemed to have grown a lot taller after a winter vacation. He came back from the south and brought many shells he had picked up to Jinsheng.Jinsheng put those shells one by one in the sun, watching the subtle light reflected from them.

"Jin Sheng, let's go to Xiamen for the test together, okay? The south is sunny and humid, so you don't need to dress like a bun even in winter." Miyanara rode the bicycle a little faster.Jin Sheng was sitting on the back seat of his bicycle, the wind blowing past her ears.She accidentally sprained her foot during the winter vacation and has not fully recovered, so now she cannot ride a bicycle by herself.Then, of course, the heavy responsibility of carrying her fell on Miyanara.

"Ride slower." Jinsheng did not answer Miyanara's question, but ordered eagerly.Miyanara still stepped on the pedal vigorously, and when passing a downhill, the car rushed down at a fast speed.At that moment, Jin Sheng felt inexplicably nervous and also a little inexplicably excited.

She felt as if she was flying, and in the early morning light, her heartbeat was out of rhythm.And before he knew it, Sumire's hands had wrapped around Miyanara's waist.There is no awkwardness at all, as if it has been practiced countless times, it is put on so skillfully.

4
Jinsheng heard the news that the auditorium was on fire when he was leaving in the morning, and the postman was calling Jinsheng's name outside.Jinsheng got up late that day, so he hurried to school without paying attention to the postman.She didn't even see Miyanara that day.When school was over, she heard a girl say:
"Last night, a serious fire broke out in the auditorium on Sunflower Street. It seems that Miya Nara also died in the fire!"

It was as if the world had come to an end.The light in front of my eyes turned into nothingness.

She ran on Sunflower Street at dusk, and the distance was less than 100 meters. She could walk with her eyes closed before, but now, her pace is unimaginably heavy.

When he arrived at the door of Miyanara's house, Sumire heard his mother's cry.Jin Sheng suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and almost fell to the ground.She slowly approached under the window of Miyanara's room, through the blurred glass, she seemed to be able to see Miyanara waving at her from inside.She rubbed her eyes, but there was nothing in them.

That night, Jinsheng walked up and down Sunflower Street several times by himself.Those green years that passed by like a silent old movie played back slowly in front of her eyes.

When passing by the auditorium, looking at the damaged appearance by the fire, Jinsheng felt as if his heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows, and the pain spread from the apex of his heart to his whole body.She still remembered that the night he went to see the circus performance with Miyanara, he quietly took her hand in the crowd.However, at that time, she rejected him calmly.Jinsheng thought, if Miya Nara appeared in front of her at this moment, she would definitely stretch out her hand and hold his hand without hesitation.

5
It was a long, long time before Jinsheng remembered that a postman had come to her house to deliver the letter that day.She opened the mailbox and took the letter out.It's not from the same person as the previous letter, but from a strange handwriting.

Jin Sheng stood at the door and opened the letter. Under the sunlight, he could clearly see the writing on it.It was Jiang Yibei who sent it to her.

It turned out that someone really wrote to her.The previous letters were all written by Jinsheng himself.When Jinsheng was ten years old, his parents died in a car accident.As a result, she became silent, inferior, and negative.Later, she once thought that she was someone who was loved by no one.Until she was 16 years old, she watched a movie, a cowardly girl with low self-esteem had a crush on a boy, and imagined that the boy wrote many love letters for herself. Finally, when the boy found out, he really wrote love letters to her.From then on, Jinsheng wanted to write a letter to himself.At least, I have not forgotten my own existence, and I can still give myself encouragement and confidence.

This letter to Jinsheng is also a farewell letter.He will leave Asano High School and follow his father to Japan.In retrospect, it has been more than a year since this letter was delivered.

6
Sumire didn't want to resent the fire that took away Miyanara's life.Now she has buried those youthful days that made her cry bitterly in her heart.

She chose the most unpopular animal and plant research major at a university in Xiamen.When there is no class, Jinsheng will go to the beach to pick up those shells abandoned by the sea.She put them in a transparent box, together with the few ones that Miyanara gave her, and regarded them as treasures.

The 67 letters written to himself, Sumire burned them all on his birthday.Because now she has become brave enough.

Watch them turn into smoke and burn into ashes.In the past, it was nothing more than that.Jinsheng's tears finally flowed down gently.

Gardenia waiting to return from travel
Wang Ting
In early summer when I was young, in a small town, the vegetation was luxuriant, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

That early morning, the warm sunshine shone in front of the window, and scattered on the desks and podiums one by one.I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a glass bottle on the upper right corner of her desk, and two pure white gardenias leaned on each other.

I also love flowers, especially gardenias.Looking at the two swaying and fragrant gardenias, my heart couldn't help being excited.So I tore off a small note and wrote: "Where did your gardenia come from?" Then asked the students on the left to cross the entire classroom one by one and hand them to her.

When she reached out to take the note, the Chinese teacher coughed twice from behind.Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her outstretched hands were at a loss.The Chinese teacher took the note and opened it, walked straight to my desk, and said with a smile: "Young man, the love letter is very subtle!"

That year, I was a sophomore in high school.I was surprised that a small note turned into a love letter.Even a love letter, I think, is written to Gardenia.

After class, I ran to her desk, and the same sentence: "Where do you get your gardenias from?" She smiled and said, "It's in my home." I said "Oh" , told her that it was not a love letter, turned around and ran away.

In the early morning of the next day, when I went to the classroom for morning reading, I saw two gardenias on my desk from a distance.When I approached, I saw dewdrops rolling on the petals, which were crystal clear under the sunlight.I turned my head and looked at her. There were still two gardenias on her table, clinging to each other.And she was buried in her book.

The flowers were sent by her, so I should say thank you.I tore off a small note and wrote: "Gardenias are really fragrant. A gardenia tree in my yard should be blooming at this time."

The boring morning reading becomes bright and relaxed because of the company of gardenia.Amid wave after wave of reading and reciting, I gently hummed He Jiong's "Gardenia Blossoms": "Time is like, flowing water is fast, day and night, watering our youth..."

Two bright gardenias a day, the fragrance of a month, permeates my desk and books, and even the young heart is also faintly fragrant.

She is a day student, and I live in school. We seem to have no communication, but occasionally I will write some prose and sentence sentences, and use a small note to thank her for the fragrance she brought me.However, she never replied.The days just slipped away quietly in the fragrance of flowers, and two gardenias cannot stop the growth and change of seasons.

Until one day, I walked into the classroom, only to find that there was no trace of gardenia on the desk.Looking around, her desk was also abrupt, and a tall stack of books even covered her brows.

I know that what should come and what should go will follow nature.But the loss in my heart is like a petal, swaying on the branches.

I wrote her a note: "Gardenia got lost today!"

This time, I saw her pick up a pen and start writing on my note.After finishing writing, she folded it carefully and shyly handed it to the deskmate.After changing hands several times, it fell into my palm, a flying paper crane.I opened it, and a dark green gardenia leaf lay quietly on the beautiful words: "Gardenia has traveled far away, and will only return home next year."

It turns out that she also understands gardenias, and she is so talented.Acquaintance can know each other, at an ignorant age, it is a great fate.I was as excited as having found a lover from a previous life.She said, let's wait for Gardenia to come back!I readily agreed.

A promise, we keep silently.Boring studies make people feel impetuous, and when I have free time, I write down my thoughts with a pen, fold it into a narrow paper boat, fly over the classroom, and arrive at her who is overlooking the window.At this time, she must answer every sheet, even if sometimes, there is only a "!" or a long string of ellipsis on the white paper.Every word and sentence she wrote knows my meaning deeply, embedded in my heart, spreading branches and leaves.

When Cicada started tweeting sporadically, the students in the class talked a lot: We are in love.

I told them we were in love.We are all in love with gardenias.No one believes it, no one understands it.We still waited quietly for Gardenia to come back, but she broke her promise.The family had a sudden change, and she dropped out of school.

Day after day, when I walked into the classroom, looking at her empty desk, I kept telling myself that Gardenia would come back, and she just traveled far away.

Year after year, everything has changed.The college entrance examination, entering a higher school, I stayed away from the small town, studied abroad, established a career in the city, and took root.But I still can't forget those two gardenias, and I still have a heart for the promise back then.

Now, every early summer, when I walk the campus, I see a few gardenia trees quietly opening their buds, and I can't wait to catch up with them. I can't help but ask softly: "When will you come back?"

Thank you for letting me meet such a beautiful self

three one
When I woke up in the morning, I heard the sound of rain outside the window, dripping on the tin roof, very loud.Open the window, and the air rushing in is full of the desolate smell of late autumn and early winter.Such weather is always easy to make people depressed, making people want to spend the day in chaos.But when I think of you, the cold sadness in my heart is wrapped by a gentle force.I thought of those rainy days when we were together, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then the calm like a river in spring was lost again.

I held a rainbow umbrella and walked in the rain.

Today is the thousand and one day since I said goodbye to you.I will still miss you terribly.

A typhoon that summer brought heavy rain on the early morning of August 8.The strong wind blew away the rubbish on the side of the road, I braved the wind and rain, and walked step by step to the destination with you.

That morning, you were wearing a pure white V-neck T-shirt, your hair was drooping limply, and you asked me with a smile, did you get wet?

(End of this chapter)