Thank you for making me who I like

Chapter 9 To grow up happily and recklessly is accompanied by each other (5)
So I sat in the coffee shop with Shen Xiaoshen, and learned about her family and growth through her nagging. She is really a little princess who grew up in honey, who wants to be noticed and to be different. So flamboyant and so frivolous.This was an extremely simple matter, I asked Shen Xiaoshen to drink a cup of coffee to repay her favor, and it would be good to be like a stranger from now on, but the nervous Shen Xiaoshen said: "I want you to be my friend, a good friend. "

"What if I say no?"

"Deprive you of the right to appeal, you have no choice." She lowered her head and drank coffee, then raised her head to look at me, her eyes were not too girly at all, on the contrary, they were innocent and soft.

Under the attack of her eyes, I nodded slightly.

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Shen Xiaoshen went to an art school, and the classes were so tight that she wished she could have holidays every day, so she often waited for me on the campus in the evening, sometimes having dinner together, and sometimes walking around the campus together.No matter when and where, she likes to make trouble, bluffing like a small bomb in the crowd.

I always laugh at her: "Look at you, you look like a little nerve."

Shen Xiaoshen pouted, and then said foolishly: "I look like a little fairy, so why not just call me Shen Xiaoshen from now on."

So her name was settled, and I called her that for more than a year, although we have different understandings of the name.

It's very strange that Shen Xiaoshen and I really became friends. This combination is a legend in our school.They say that Shen Xiaoshen is arrogant and hateful, but I know that the girl Shen Xiaoshen is just a child who has not grown up. She still doesn't know how to use normal methods to win the attention of everyone. Her inferiority complex is hidden in an unknown corner .

I still remember that we spent an evening exchanging memories with each other, and the little secrets seemed soft as silk in the sentences.Those precious little things completely subverted the image of the little girl in my impression of Shen Xiaoshen when we first met, and the flowing air became vivid and wonderful.

When Shen Xiaoshen is free, she goes to the "Flower Sea" to order a cup of coffee, and stays with me until closing time. Sometimes I see her sad face through each face, with elusive emotions under the dim light. sad.If there are many customers in the store, she will sit on the side of the road and wait for me, and after closing the store, we will talk and laugh together and walk home.In the dense whispers, the night is like a patient listener, and also like a huge container, the spacious interior is filled with our mutual love.

I have never seen Shen Xiaoshen's gang of cronies again, but I learned from Shen Xiaoshen that they all have incomplete growth experiences and are still full of expectations for the future.Shen Xiaoshen said: "Xiaoyan, in fact, each of them has the cutest expression in their hearts. They are all soft and bright flowers, but before they bloom, we can only hug them in the shape of bone flowers to show our stubbornness and strength." It seems powerful."

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In a blink of an eye, we were both in the third year of high school. Shen Xiaoshen asked me where I wanted to go in the exam, and I answered her "Beijing" very firmly.Shen Xiaoshen let out an "oh", and the moment he lowered his head, his tone was as low as a stone sinking into the sea.Her professional grades are good, but her culture class is very poor. I know she must have fallen into deep inferiority complex and confusion again.

So under my repeated nagging, Shen Xiaoshen started to pick up his textbooks and put on his earphones, learning English with me in the "sea of ​​flowers" at night.When the store is not busy, I will sit down and explain grammar to her, and her chin rests on the table: "Mr. Xiaoyan, this time is so good, I don't want to go away." I was startled by Shen Xiaoshen's sudden words After a jump, before she could react, she laughed loudly: "Did you find that I am very artistic?"

How can I not cherish such time?Shen Xiaoshen, if I go back to the "sea of ​​flowers" now, will I still see your innocent smile?
Shen Xiaoshen failed to go to Beijing after all, although her rich parents could easily let her go to a good university, but she refused.The girl Shen Xiaoshen chose to repeat the study that summer without hesitation. She said to me: "It is not the essence of life to be calm. I hope that my youth can have the same sharp and intense heat as the sun at noon. Brighter and brighter."

I started to write to Shen Xiaoshen, telling how exciting college life was and how many outstanding new friends I met. I completely forgot that Shen Xiaoshen was groping for the faint light in the dark. What she needs at this time is not My show off, but I'm in the same boat as her.

Maybe when I was young, I was too easy to be overwhelmed by the prosperity and caring, maybe our young days were so rough that the love in it was too delicate to stand the test of time, and in the end we could only deviate from the original and disappear in smoke.

Shen Xiaoshen replied to me less and less frequently, and the content of the letters became shorter and shorter. I only remember one letter in which she said: "I saw you standing on the top of the mountain, because I want to share the majestic beauty with you." , because I was afraid that you would be cold and lonely if you stood on a high place alone, so you tried your best to climb up, but you didn’t expect that you had found someone who watched the sunrise and sunset with you after halfway through the climb.”

I wrote to her again, but she never replied.

The waves of the river of time wash away the sand, and our love is as light as a drop.Even though we all have the most sincere hearts at first, we all have the deepest reluctance in the end.

Dear girl Shen Xiaoshen, it turns out that we have all grown up quietly, grown up to the point where we can face the coldness of the unknown alone.But please remember, the past time is the most beautiful memory of my youth.

lonely music

Impatiens

At that time, my deskmate was a black and thin boy with a kind of dirty skin that couldn't be washed off. I often argued with him.

I was a teenager at the time, wearing a small apple-green skirt, my bones were still crackling and growing, and my heart had already grown many strange edges and corners.What I hate even more is that sometimes being caught by the teacher, Qiqi is carried to the corridor and punished to stand.

The arrival of Shan Shan made the fight between me and my deskmate a regular pattern: Shan Shan pushed down the books he had built on the desk, and my deskmate reached out to grab her. I slapped the black hand hard with a ruler, Then we run.

Back then, Coral was wearing a white lady's dress, with a quiet and serene smile, but inside she had a more restless temperament than me.

Soon it will be the spring of the third year of high school.Sometimes when I look up from the window, the mountain turns green little by little, and the coral faces around me get thinner little by little.

I was in a hurry to do the math papers and pushed them all to the ground. Coral picked them up one by one and said, "I'll pass it soon, right away."

During the college entrance examination, Coral and I did not get into the same university, but the two schools are close.I wrote the letter with all my heart, and Coral replied naturally and quickly.We were distressed for some reason at that time, and quoted many melancholy words in the letter.The sentences in the letter have a gorgeousness that does not conform to daily life, so they can only be written by hand, with the most neat handwriting and blue and black ink to set off their solemnity.We corresponded feverishly, one letter a day at the most intensive time.Now that I think about it, what kind of girlish thoughts were those endlessly narrated in those letters?They used to come whistling in the green years of Coral and me, but now most of the stories have been hung out of memory, looking down on us from afar, and can no longer be touched.

We meet almost every weekend.Coral's school always puts open-air movies.On a summer night, light and shadow drifted across the curtain, beams of light swept across the crowd and shone on those young and eager faces.We didn't actually watch a movie, we always sat in the crowd and talked in low voices.The conversation had been about a boy who had slipped Coral a letter in class, an obscure love letter.We read the letter in the dim light of the screen.Those times that passed by quickly may be some of these passing times: walking along the moat with corals and walking the whole night.Like a journey without a destination, round and round.We're not in a rush, thinking we can go on like this forever, thinking we're going to be 16, 17, whatever. 25 years old?No, that's too old.

When Coral started to fall in love, I don't know.When I knew it, she had started calling him for a long time every day.I started going to the library to see Hemingway by myself, with one earphone plugged into my ear.The desk in the library is large, brightly lit, and quiet. It is a place suitable for laying down emotions on letter paper.

Coral, "Fang Fang" will be shown in the school theater on weekends, do you want to watch it?Shan Shan, the bookstore where you worked during the holidays has been demolished. I bought back a lot of "National Geographic" magazines - I wanted to send them all to you, but I was afraid of disturbing your love atmosphere, so I finally gave up.Contact with just a short text message: How are you?How is he?I'm very good.

Before graduation, Coral plans to go abroad and memorizes words every weekend.Gradually, the relationship with her boyfriend also weakened, and they broke up later.

A year later, Coral's visa was finally obtained in early summer.Coral said: My cat is going to be taken care of by you, and I don’t trust others.I was afraid to entrust my fragile life to me, but I couldn't refuse Shanhu's request, just like when I first met her that year, she smiled and stretched out her hand: I am Shanhu, and I will be a friend from now on.

Now occasionally chatting on MSN, Coral said to me: Next month is your birthday.I smiled and replied: Yes, it's been two years.

At this point, my friend Coral is still on that side of the planet.She reads, writes reports and works every day, still like a tenacious plant, persistently growing upwards.And I am writing the above stories in a hot city.Coral and I are far away from home, far away from each other, miss each other among strangers.

And I never told Coral one thing: when I thought of her on the train home, the train was crossing a bridge, the river under the bridge was wide, and the sun shone golden on it.The best youth in our life is just like this brilliant wave.Sitting on the train, watching the bridge, the river, and the light gradually go away, I know that the years will also run over us like this, and we will never return.I am not afraid, because my friend Coral is always on the same train as me.

(End of this chapter)