Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 7 To grow up happily and recklessly is accompanied by each other (3)
After several days, there was no news of He Sheng, and I dared not spend the little money in my hand, and I started looking for work all over the world again.That night, I stayed in the Internet cafe for a whole night and asked He Sheng several times, but her profile picture was always dark and she did not respond.There was a bit of bitterness in my heart, even she was going to abandon me at this time.Yes, what is her obligation?After all, we are just strangers.So after I told her I needed her help, she disappeared.

I have nothing to say, subconscious dependence on her aggravated my loss.Tired and drowsy, I almost fell asleep lying in front of the computer, but suddenly I heard the QQ "beep" beep.She raised her head, and it was He Sheng. She said: Tomorrow, go to the so-and-so gallery at the north courtyard gate to apply for a marketing plan. Be more confident and energetic.It will work, I promise!

are you talking to me
Who is it if not you?Apart from Xi'an, is there a North courtyard gate in other places?

He Sheng's face darkened again, and he asked again, but stopped answering.I feel like falling into the clouds. She is in Lanzhou and has never been to Xi'an. How could she know such a thing?

But she ran back quickly and had a good sleep, adjusted her emotions, and decided to go to that gallery to apply for the job as she said.After all, is an unknown hope.

At 9 o'clock, I arrived at the gallery on time, and there was a lot of people in front of the door, as if there was some activity going on.I squeezed past, but saw that everyone was watching a young girl painting on the spot.The girl stood there, not tall, with short, slightly disheveled hair, and dexterous and beautiful fingers.In a small gap, she raised her head, with a clean and soft face, like the kind of well-behaved girl with a clean face and shy eyes that would appear in everyone's life.He Sheng is different from what I imagined.

She smiled at the people watching, her eyes swept gently, as if she was looking for something, then she lowered her head and continued to draw.In front of her, a beautiful city picture is gradually taking shape, cheers and applause continue to ring out, for her, a girl who draws with her left hand - that is her only hand.

A girl with one hand can type so slowly, and it takes countless times of ordinary people's efforts to get what she is today, but she never confides, understands the sufferings of others, and sincerely fulfills her promise, the promise to a stranger who meets by chance .She only has one hand, but she knows how to cherish life better than many healthy people.

I remembered what He Sheng said to me: If there is such a day, I will give you the strength of one hand.

The strength of this hand is enough to warm the rest of my life.

Tears fell silently on the top of a house in that painting, slightly infiltrating.He Sheng's hand paused, he raised his head to look at me, and smiled: Wenjun, you are here.

left half wing
Cheng Lin
track
"Dream is to fly far away, and you are my left half wing. No matter how big the sky is, no matter how far it is, I will bravely break through with you." When I heard this lyrics in the MP3, I sent it to you.Holding a stack of books just borrowed from the library, walking through the night market at the beginning of the lights, or the dim or dazzling lights swaying and dancing in the night.I seem to hear the sound of big mouthfuls of breath when the buds under the big tree break through the ground, just like we used to be, so frivolous, so ignorant, and so persistent.

The familiar campus is still the same size but full of greenery, but the faces inside are no longer familiar.I walked into an art classroom cautiously, and gently stroked the drawing board. I lightly stroked the drawing paper on the drawing board. There were some unevenness that required careful attention. It was like youthful years, experiencing mountains and rivers. , also across the plains.Fortunately, we walked together.

Pick up the paintbrush and paint the dense mist on the paper, it's like seeing your youthful and invincible face again, with a flamboyant personality and dazzling light all over your body, spinning and dazzling.

love letter from that year

In your second year of high school, you fell madly in love with a senior.Look, you say, how charming he looks when he paints!I didn't believe it, so I walked into the studio with you, sat not far from him, and observed him carefully.He is an elegant and picturesque young man with clean eyebrows, and his white school uniform does not look pale on his body.Seeing his slender fingers holding the paintbrush, outlining bright fireworks, I was infatuated.

Maybe we are really too similar, so similar that we even like the same person.We seem to be destined to advance and retreat together in this life, and we can't leave a few steps before returning to the same track.

Since then, I have always found an excuse to go to the studio with you, and you pulled me excitedly, and every time I happened to run into him in the studio.You and him soon became familiar, and begged him to teach you how to draw, and he responded with a good temper.

Occasionally he would turn his head and smile at me, and my thin figure was reflected in his brown eyes. At that moment, I thought I was a pure white pear flower, and he was my sunshine and rain. will wither because of him.

such a long time

I began to secretly collect his paintings, one, two, three... I want to bind them into a book, and let it be regarded as a memorial to this unspeakable love.

However, when you stared blankly at the paintings that I carefully preserved, you asked me, how long has it been?I can only block those paintings with my body silently, and then tell you frankly that it has been a long time, maybe it has started since I first saw him.I thought you were going to yell at me in anger, but you didn't.

After that, we had a tacit understanding without words. I hid those paintings and never looked at them again, and you never asked me to go with you every time you went to the studio.Until one day, when I met him on campus, his words "long time no see" finally made me unable to bear the tears streaming down my face when I turned my back.

Between tears, I see you in front of me are so sad, just like me.For our friendship, for our love, we all cried.

our love

When I thought you were going to get married, you cried and fell on my shoulder.Perhaps the love of youth is always the moon in the mirror.I just hold you and cry with you.

In the summer of his graduation, he stood outside the glass door of the studio, looked at you and me, and then gave each of us a copy of his picture album.He said, you are all good girls and you will be happy.You leaned on my shoulder, smiled at him, and said goodbye.

Looking at his back, I gently closed the door, thus shutting the once young and ignorant feelings into the door that will never be opened again.

A year later, we each entered a new campus.After you let go, you hold another person's hand. Although you are not so slender, you are warmer than before.

I have always believed in the words of the seniors, and the realization is only a matter of time.Unknowingly, the left half of the angel's wing is depicted in the pen.

In fact, everyone is a single-winged angel. It is not necessarily only when you meet love that you can embrace and fly. The friend who accompanied you through the lime years can also take you far away...

that is my dear girl lili
Lu Xiaohan

Chen Li and I grew up together. Chen Li had no academic talent. She sat across the corridor from me, with her head propped up in a deep sleep, as if she would never wake up.Her seat was moved further and further back, and the teachers mentioned that she was always as impatient as a fly in front of her.

There was always that kind of terrible parent-teacher meeting in high school. Chen Li and her mother were sitting in the corner, with exactly the same expressions, as if they were going to sleep with their heads up.My mother wrote down what the teacher said, and laughed at them in her busy schedule: "Like a mother, like a daughter." I didn't say anything, but there must be some ridicule in my heart.

Because we are close, the head teacher always asks me to help Chen Li make up lessons.Sometimes when I tell her math questions and see her absent-minded look, I can't help getting angry: "What are you thinking all day? You can't do well as long as you do reading in 18." When I got angry , she ran to the small supermarket downstairs to buy lemon milk tea and muffin cakes to coax me.Chen Li always has more pocket money than me, and she does a lot of "side jobs", such as lending comic books, buying movie tickets, and delivering flowers.Chen Li was very busy with these small businesses. She took a small account book and did the calculations in front of me very smoothly. She also invented a set of accounting methods similar to double-entry bookkeeping.Therefore, in fact, Chen Li has been a girl with a particularly economical mind since she was a child.

Growing up will always experience some unexpected accidents, which we will inevitably have to face.At that time, Chen Li was extremely strong, which made me secretly admire her in my heart.

Her father, who drove a taxi, was diagnosed with lung cancer in her sophomore year of high school, and died half a year later. She dragged me to sit at the gate of the community for two hours, then turned to me and said, "I'm fine, thank you for being with me." Later, I felt that maybe Chen Li grew up that night, she condensed all the sadness of loss, fear of life and anxiety about the future, and transformed it into a love of making money.

When we didn't want to take the bus to go out and took a taxi, Chen Li already knew the roads of the city well because she delivered food to the fast food restaurant.She tied a high ponytail, and there was always a layer of sweat on her shiny forehead.The salary of eight yuan an hour, rain or shine.Several times I asked her: "Are you tired?" She smiled, wiped off her sweat, then turned around and started busy.She never complains because she says complaining doesn't help at all.

After the college entrance examination, Chen Li and I were admitted to universities in Suzhou.I study music, and she is studying accounting in junior college.She would come to see me from time to time and asked me to take her to the cafeteria of our school for dinner.

The food in the cafeteria is obviously so unpalatable, but she always eats it with great relish.I understand her, she envies every student in this university.

During the four years, I was busy dating, and Chen Li was busy making money.From being a tutor and distributing leaflets at the beginning to running a part-time agency and running a fitness class later.For four years, I spent it doing nothing. When I graduated, my love was over and my job was not settled.However, Chen Li became the owner of the shop, and she was very good at running a business.Chen Li always understates the hardships and bullying she experienced during this process.

When I graduated, my resume looked pale because I hadn't achieved anything in school.Chen Li encouraged me to draw a strong stroke no matter what.Chen Li persuaded a certain obstetrics and gynecology hospital with her three-inch tongue, and gave me the sponsorship of a personal violin recital.

I'm a little bit displeased, who would want to name a maternity hospital, it's embarrassing to think about it.

Chen Li looked at me and said only one sentence: "Dignity is earned by oneself, the kind of self-esteem that is stepped on when others talk about it is worthless."

That seemingly ridiculous violin recital brought a successful conclusion to my college career.When the applause sounded, I looked at Chen Li in the auditorium.She held a bouquet of flowers with a sincere and gratified smile, as if I had done something for her.

I suddenly remembered the group photo of us when we were young, standing side by side under the grape arbor in the big yard, wearing new blue school uniform skirts, one smiling and the other frowning.The photo looks very bright and bright due to some overexposure.

Looking at Chen Li like this, I suddenly wanted to cry.That is my dear girl Lili.

You are the smiling Guo Zhuo
Ji Yifeng

You looted food from my dormitory, and I was about to start an unremitting struggle when I realized that the homework I had to hand in tomorrow was just the beginning.I turned on the orangutan desk lamp that accompanied me to fight until dawn, and I pressed it on the forehead of that stupid orangutan.

"You are the smiling Guo Zhuo!"

1
Speaking of your indissoluble bond with the "orangutan", I have to start with your final report last semester. I have long heard that you are going to play an orangutan.The end-of-term report is no different from the final exam in high school. After every intensive rehearsal, the broadcast of "Mr. Dragon" on the opposite bed rang.

"The gorilla played by Guo Zhuo is so funny!"

Under the bombardment of this kind of publicity density, my curiosity is more and more day by day, and the sideshow at night is to pull your sleeves and shout: "Guo Zhuo, let's play an orangutan!"

But what is depressing is that you are always unwilling to die. Under my stalking, you raised your paws like a gorilla shot by a shotgun and clapped your hands, "Ai ai "He called twice.

But your depressed look did not dispel my interest. When get out of class was over, I quietly sneaked into the rehearsal field to watch you rehearse and listen to your classmates studying "pigskin shoes" and "plants vs. zombies". Chin looked for a long time, but did not see the "gorilla".

The night before the report, the male dormitory was full of rehearsals, and your classmates repeatedly reminded: "Come and see the report tomorrow!"

The next day, I quietly sneaked into the venue where you were reporting, and saw your gorilla shape after the opening skit.In this short 5-minute skit, you sometimes jump up to the high platform, sometimes hide under the sign of "Orangutan Paradise", and sometimes quietly hit your "companion" on the head behind the back. orangutan.Your orangutan performance made many brothers and sisters burst into laughter. In the end, you acted as a reminder sign and a toilet in a sketch, so that we couldn't laugh if we didn't want to.

Later, when we were all talking about the report, "the orangutan broadcasting at level 11" became a rather entertaining code name.After I bought my small desk lamp, a "sharp tool for staying up late", I used a knife to carve two characters on the switch of the desk lamp without hesitation: Guo Zhuo.Every time before I turn off the desk lamp and go to bed, "Guo Zhuo"'s dull eyes become the last thing I see before going to sleep.

2
Our "revolutionary friendship" is firmly established in a catastrophe called military training.When we first started school, everyone was not very familiar with it. How we became familiar seems to be a process that is difficult to recall. It seems that if you don’t pay attention, you will be there.

The hard-to-eat rice in the southern canteen is mixed with a large number of tropical insects, which makes me, as a true Northeasterner, retch and pick insects out while eating.

Watching you eat the "worm bibimbap" like a wind and cloud, while telling me to eat it quickly, it is difficult for me to digest your reason-"worms are rich in protein".The result of things is often that I compromise with "bug bibimbap", and these meals don't seem to be so difficult to swallow.

The catastrophic military training seemed to have passed in a blink of an eye. We celebrated the end of this catastrophe in a small noodle restaurant, and it seemed that the university really started like this.We seem to be like this, laughing and laughing every day.

We also nodded and smiled at everyone, but it seemed different.I always talk about my "simpleness" and "stupidity". You are like a tickle that can make people laugh just right.

During the freshman fellowship, I volunteered to submit a recitation, but then I had to give up. You laughed and wanted to be an audience, saying that there are many outstanding people in your class.

We started reading the manuscript called "Touching" on the tree-lined road from the hillside to the dormitory. The afternoon sun shone warmly from the gaps in the leaves, and passed through the playground that was full of mud after it rained. We howled so loudly that the two girls in front ran away in panic.

I glanced at you, and then we continued to sing the gorgeous "You Are My Eyes" on the stairs in tacit understanding.

"you are my eye!"

Later, once, my classmates and I were talking about a lot of confusing and incomprehensible things on the playground, and you ran over from a distance. "Didn't you want to read aloud? Read a sentence and I'll listen!" I shook my head violently, turning my face purple.You don't seem to understand how I can make a reading as funny as listening to a cross talk—we've been telling your jokes before you burst into this conversation.

Friends play many different roles around you, and obviously, the role you play around them has to do with being happy.

3
What hit me hard in college was club elections. The chairmanship in high school made me look forward to flexing my muscles in college.The two of us got into the re-examination of the same department through all kinds of difficulties, but the result was that you got in and I didn't get in.

After the bureaucratic comrade minister preached the idea of ​​"superior and subordinate", he was stunned and dragged off the altar by me, choking on a few words so that he lost the slightest power.

"You think the Student Union is a bureaucracy?"

I blew my beard and stared at the leader, and sent you in with my eyes.It didn't take long for you to come out.Just now the leader asked you if you had a chance to host, would you choose to host in the compound or in the branch, and you were uneasy because you chose the branch.

"Will it appear that you are not confident enough?" Your uneasiness was submerged in my complaints. I have been cursing the bastard cultivated by the bureaucratic organization all day long. You listened silently by the side, staring into my eyes without speaking, I finally stopped, and you interrupted me abruptly.

"Is it necessary?" I stared into your eyes for one second, two seconds, three seconds, and finally squatted on the ground and laughed.People passing by all looked sideways, you walked forward calmly, pretending that you didn't know me.

I see that you don't seem to have any intention of turning back, so you stood up sullenly.

It seems that many things are really unnecessary, such as the pride that hangs on the top of my head every day, such as those self-righteous and straightforward fools, such as those self-righteous sharpness, such as those things you taught me.

To be fair and objective, you are a fine young man.Some time ago, there was a popular status reproduced in QQ space, called "Cultivate the same boat for a hundred years, and build upper and lower bunks for a thousand years". He picked up a stinky sock and threw it on the bed.

"Can you fix your socks?"

"Gravity can't blame me!"

(End of this chapter)