That year, I was sixteen and you were fifteen.
You are one year old, I am fifteen, and you are fourteen.
It was a poetic era, and you sat on the upper bunk next to me and made a quilt. You are very good-looking, nicknamed "Little Ruby Lin", with white and beautiful skin and two small pear vortexes. You love to laugh. I'm glad to see you. This smile, a joy, crashed into my heart and never left.
It's been seven years, and I still remember the first time I saw you. You wear a ponytail that is almost waist high, and I will laugh at you with goldfish oranges. Until the other day, after reading Lin's "Old Things in the South of the City", I couldn't help thinking of the first time I saw you. As it happens, these days, we are always chatting on WeChat, talking about the past, talking about books and talking about each other's present. I remember you sent me a message at that time, and suddenly, like the first time, it bumped into my heart. I suddenly burst into tears. I asked you, "How do you know me? I always thought nobody knew me. How do you know me? " You said, "I always knew." I know that seven years ago, when you walked into my heart, you were the only person in the world who understood me.
That year, I was fifteen, and this year I am twenty-two. I haven't changed in these seven years.
Just like seven years ago, we used the phrase "a lifetime of insecurity" to write about our past.
Seven years later, I am still the girl who loves poetry and wine, and there is a "sweetheart" who has never left.
Seven years, you seem to have changed, and you seem to have not changed. When we talked and laughed, you stood by me like seven years ago, comforting me and listening to me. After seven years, you still treat me as before, and I treat you as before. It took me five years to grow up quickly. If you were by my side today, I think these five years of growth would vanish immediately. I have inescapable trust and dependence on you.
At school, many people say that we are like mother and daughter. Of course, they don't look like mother and daughter. It's that I always have a problem for you. You always forget things like a child. Others say I am simple, but when I meet you, I need to protect you with my old mother's killer. From homework to love, I can't let you go it alone. I will call you stupid, but after scolding you, I will sit in the dormitory and cry first, and you will make me cry. You are too simple. Your simplicity and cuteness will always arouse others' desire to protect you, not just boys. I often say with a smile, "If I were a boy, I would marry you."
I hugged you the deepest twice, once your mobile phone was stolen and once M.K. cheated. I held you tight, and you were crying in my arms. I really had my mother's heartbreak and pain, and all this, I can only do nothing.
It was a winter, and we went to buy clothes. Your mobile phone was stolen. We followed the thief for nearly 2 hours at midnight 10. At that time, we were all too immature, and we believed that the power of language would definitely make the two thieves turn back to the shore. But I will be angry with you that day. I asked you to politely ask two aunts for their mobile phones. Remember to be gentle and kind. As a result, you didn't hold back your tears and cried in front of your two aunts. "Aunt, please, give me my phone back." Two aunts were so angry that they almost hit us. We met two kind little brothers who called the police for us. I was angry and distressed. You are fifteen years old. Why are you so stupid? But I feel sorry for you, because we are all too immature to lose any money.
At the police station, the police asked you to take notes on the computer, and your trembling hands couldn't type a word. The policeman smiled and said that we still learn computers, but we can't type. You sat next to me and I recorded your statement. Hold you. Maybe cancer has motherhood, maybe it's for you. I really can't bear to be hurt by others. You cried slightly in my arms and broke my heart.
Another time, m.k. cheated on her. You called me on the bus, and you said, "M.K. doesn't want me. What should I do?" Your trembling cry came from the phone. I'm at a loss. I can't take it anymore. At that moment, I tried to cut M.K. to pieces, but there was nothing I could do. When you returned to the dormitory, you immediately threw yourself on the ground and cried in my arms. I hold you and rub your head into my heart. You are a girl who seldom cries. Every time I scold you, I cry first. You are always stubbornly silent, or silently wiping your tears, and I only have a hug for you.
Some people say that the best girlfriend is probably like a homosexual. But I know we're not. Teenagers, we always think that love can replace us. Later I learned that love is irreplaceable between us. I love you deeply. I heard a sad love story recently, but I like it very much. I borrowed it and altered it. I want to say to you: "You say you like the sea, but I can't jump into the sea for you. But I am willing to take every handful of seawater for you and every grain of sand on the beach for you. Tell you, I have been there. "
Well, I've been writing about the changes of my mother. I should also write that I depend on you like a child in the future. Otherwise, people will look at me and treat me as a worried mother. Between us, besides being lovers, we are also like mother and son, as well as mother and son.
My dependence on you is that I can't bear to be separated from you all the time. There seems to be something missing around you while you are away. There is an unspeakable loneliness that makes me like a panicked child who can't find my mother. A senior asked me if I liked him. I can only laugh without answering. I am a thief and hate him. He stole you from me. Although this matchmaker is me, I feel uncomfortable. I hope you can get out of your last relationship and live a happy life. So, every time you go on a date, losing you is a disaster for me.
You used to want to go home every Saturday and Sunday. I am like a child abandoned by you, waiting for you to come back. Therefore, I always call you through your mother's trust in me and tell you that there are exams in school this week and classes that week. Aunt will let you stay at school on Saturday and Sunday. Sometimes, when you go home with your front foot, I call you with my back foot in a hurry to coax you into school. Although we are bunks next door, I often get into your bed and sleep with you.
Time suddenly, not as good as that. I recommended you to see Sex and the City some time ago. I hope we can be like those four people in Sex and the City. But the reality is always far away. I'm in love. I'll tell you everything. I am very uneasy about love. I am more afraid of getting married.
In love, I always look like a child who hasn't grown up. I remember every relationship before, you would sit next to me. I think of the four of us, days of our lives. That year, each of us held a teenager in our arms. We are willful and coquetry, walking in every corner of the playground, lying on the lawn, bathing in the sunshine every winter. How I wish that at that time, the four of us could be together for life.
I remember when we first entered the campus, the four of us were the same, and everyone had their own love. I have to take you on a date. C and I walk in front, and you and orange walk behind. We play games, just like idol dramas. C was shot and took something from 2 yuan. He chose a ring. Put it on my finger. It was a romantic moment, but it made me feel timid for the rest of my life. I thought about getting married, and I thought too much about the beauty of love, but that should be what the four of us look like together.
I'm timid. What has become of me? The kind where I won't fight back if someone slaps me in the face. So, that year, you stood before me. I was slapped, and before I knew it, you angrily cornered the girl. My strong reaction at that time was not to feel pain and injustice. It's how hard you have to work to corner this girl. People often say that I am thin and you are thinner than me.
I remember there was an electronic scale in the street in front of the school. The measurement of height will be 2 or 3 centimeters shorter than itself. So the three of us urged you to measure, 15 1 cm, the height measurement. Today, the four of us got together and said that it should be back to that year, and we couldn't help laughing.
You like to drink sparerib soup, and we laugh at you as a sparerib essence. After drinking so much sparerib soup, I'm still thin. We like to stare at your body every time we take a shower. I like ribs very much. So thin that you pushed a girl who was nearly 140 kg into the corner that night and broke a dirty word. I didn't see you thin. When you protect me, you are a real man.
I trust and depend on you. It is also self-willed to the extreme. I remember the release of Super Seven. I flew from Shanghai to Hefei at night 12, dragging you to catch the early morning play. You read it with relish, but I fell asleep. It's past 2: 00 in the morning after watching the movie. Seeing a couple, the girl said, "Let's walk home. How romantic." The boy took the girl's hand and said, "All right." I hold your hand and say, "Let's walk home, too, romantic." You said, "Okay." So we walked back at 2 am, and I held your hand and ran all the time, both scared and happy.
In those years, I had a paranoid love for words. I often write until the wee hours and live in a fictional world. My biggest audience is probably the three of you. I always tell you that one day, I will write our story. I like to pull you to sit next to me and listen to my stories.
It was a poetic era, and your sandalwood woke me up.
You always ask me, and then what?
What happened afterwards?
Well, in the future, you will be the story of my life.
Happy birthday, my girl.