Well, that’s it

Well, that’s it. These are the last words I say to you. I think you saw it, but there was no reply.

Speaking of our story, I don’t know why it became what it is now. I still remember how timidly and deeply I loved you. Well, I just loved it.

In the third grade of junior high school, our physics teacher, my aunt, suggested to the class teacher that I want to find a deskmate who is good at studying. Just like that, it's you.

My aunt told me on the phone that she wanted to change my deskmate to you. I just paused, then pretended to be very reluctant and said, "Yeah."

I am really looking forward to the first day at the same table with you. I took a special shower, washed my school uniform, styled my hair, and bought some useful and beautiful pens. Just to leave a good impression on you.

On the first day at the same desk, the Chinese teacher studied poetry dictation. I found that your Chinese is really poor. My former deskmate was very good at Chinese. Every time I write archaeological poems silently, I don’t memorize them. I can just copy them as my former deskmate did. But now, I, who have never liked memorizing ancient poems, will actually recite them for you.

I remember you always like to catch colds. It's not because you have poor physique, but because you don't know how to dress. If the weather is cold, wear a thin singlet. This is the north, not Jiangnan. Every time you catch a cold, you don’t remember to bring tissues. So every time, I prepare a pack of paper towels and a garbage bag for you.

I remember you liked to play basketball in physical education class. I didn't dare to look at it directly, I just took a sneak peek occasionally. When I came back from playing, my face was covered in sweat. You love to be clean, but you always forget to bring wet wipes. Therefore, after every physical education class, I go back to class early to help you prepare wet wipes.

I remember that I have been at the same table with you for so long, and I seem to have never seen you with a pencil case. Almost all of them are my pens, and I have never seen those pens I borrowed from you again. Either it was lost by you, or it was brought home by you.

I remember you were talking about math problems earlier. Your shoelaces are always like that, one is tied tightly and the other is barely tied.

I remember that you answered the difficult question posed by the class teacher correctly, and the class teacher was very happy to reward you with a piece of candy. You gave me that piece of candy. You said you had a sore throat and didn't want to eat candy. The next day, during my only lunch break, I ran to a pharmacy not close to the school to buy medicine for you. And, I urge you to eat it. But after I got home, I really had all sorts of thoughts. What if you are allergic to a certain ingredient in this medicine, what if you take too much medicine, what if the medicine I bought you happens to have expired, all kinds of what ifs. Early the next morning, I felt relieved to see you come to school normally and nothing happened.

I remember that when you were preparing for the exam, you always loved to fall asleep in class. I can only pay attention to whether you are sleeping while listening to the class. Seeing you nodding your head while sleeping, I could only hold back my laughter. I accidentally discovered that your eyelashes are so beautiful. They are not long or thick, but they just grow into the curve that I love. I touched you gently with my elbow and said, "Hey! Wake up, don't sleep."

I remember that you don't like to take notes. So every time you take notes, I remind you, "What are you doing? Take notes!" Sometimes, you are sleeping soundly, but you have very important notes to take. I couldn't bear to wake you up, so I copied two copies each. The other copy is tucked inside your book.

There was a midterm exam, and we made a bet that whoever came first in the exam would buy Magadot tiramisu for the person who came in behind. As a result, I, who is usually among the top ten in the class, actually took the exam behind you. Just like that, you bought me a macadot. But what I wanted was tiramisu, but it turned out to be the chocolate mousse you sent me. I didn't complain, I just said "Thank you."

You said you and Er were completely over. I asked if it was because of me. You said no. He also added, don’t talk about it anymore. I listened to your words and chose silence. I am afraid that the wind of sin will blow and I will be scolded all over my body. I realized afterwards that because of me, you and Er became the most familiar strangers. I'm scared, I'm terribly scared. However, I have never loved someone so passionately and timidly, and you happened to be the first one. I didn't choose to let go. Even if I was scolded and insulted, I didn't want to give up on you who I had found so hard.

Once, we were chatting online and my parents discovered it. In fact, there is nothing bad. Just because you are a boy, my parents confiscated my mobile phone and cut off all contact with the outside world. My mother cried, fearing that I was too young to understand the world. I think the reason she cried was more because I, who had always been well-behaved, had an argument with her for the first time.

One time you took a one-yuan coin and said you wanted to give it to me. I was so happy but I didn’t want to show it to you, so I said, “Do you think I’m a beggar?” You smiled and said nothing, and I took the coin and put it in my pencil case. After a few days, you looked through my pencil case. I grabbed it because there was still the coin you gave me. If you are teasing something shady, you must read it. I had no choice but to hand it to you silently, and you found the coin. You smiled and said, "So you value the things I gave you so much?" I reluctantly replied, "Are you too narcissistic? I'm just afraid that one day I'll get lost so I can use the money to take the bus home." As he said that, he took the coin back and put it back in his pencil case. How much I want to tell you, because you gave it to me. What should I do, I am such a Capricorn.

I remember reading this sentence on Weibo: When a Capricorn girl falls in love with someone, she will tell him all her secrets. It suddenly occurred to me that I once told you that I liked the guy from the next class when I was in the second grade of junior high school. Unfortunately, he liked Joe who was sitting next to me. So Joe and I are very similar to roses and gypsophila, so gypsophila has become my favorite flower.

When I applied for the exam, my parents insisted that I go to S High School, and your parents wanted you to go to T High School. I ask you where you plan to go. You said you wanted to go to S High School, but your mother wanted you to go to T High School. I said nothing. When it was time to fill in your application form, you promised your mother that you would be admitted to S High School at public expense, so your mother cried and filled in S High School for you.

A political class after applying for the exam. You hold the ball of paper tightly, and then suddenly say, do you know what is written on this? I shook my head. So you want to know? I just hummed and thought about how to answer you. Just say, grab this ball of paper and I will tell you what is written. Okay, I really grabbed it, you didn't expect it, "After the high school entrance examination, can you be my female supporter?" the note said. I was speechless and just nodded vigorously.

I remember that after this incident, you seemed to have changed a bit. Especially for Joe. You do a lot of things for her, and sometimes I even feel like you like Joe. I talked about these things with Muzi, who was Qiao’s deskmate, and she also felt that what you did was a bit too much, but Muzi said, “Don’t think so much, it won’t be what you think.”

< p> On the afternoon of the graduation ceremony, all the students were busy taking group photos. Onion pulled me over to take a photo with you, and I said I would wait until there were fewer people before taking the photo. Onion said, "Don't regret it if you can't make it." There are fewer people, and even you are missing. I know you went to the Internet cafe near the school to play League of Legends. I didn't complain, I just kept saying to Qiong, "What a pity."

After the high school entrance examination, I will be your female supporter. At that time, I felt excited just thinking about it.

I got into S High School at public expense, but you were three points short of going to the international class at your own expense.

I am sending you a message to comfort you. I don’t know if you saw it or not, but you didn’t reply to me.

Several days passed, and you said it was nothing, just going to the international class. You never mentioned that I was your female supporter again.

After a long time, you sent a message. When I saw it was you, I stopped looking.

I looked at your updates and didn’t expect you and Qiao to be so happy chatting.

I choose to disappear from your world.

Muzi asked me, why do you do this.

I don't know.

Remember that coin? Later I put it in my wallet. I went to Jiangnan. When I was in Jiangnan, I occasionally took out my wallet and looked at the coin. But on the second day of meeting the North, I couldn't find it. Perhaps, it chose to stay in the warm Jiangnan.

After school started, you met me at the school gate. I didn't know what to do. I just left my fellow onions behind and wanted to run far away alone. It's raining, and I hear you calling me from behind. I kept running until I couldn't run anymore. We met at a corner, and I didn't dare to look up into your eyes. You just asked me, "Do you want an umbrella?" I shook my head and said no several times. Then a man walked away.

In the evening, Cion sent a message, it was you who asked her to help carry the message.

You are not a monster, I am.

We may occasionally meet in the teaching building in the future, but that is just an encounter.

In the monthly exam, I was ranked last in the class. The school's rankings are posted online. You are in the top 500, and I am in the top 1,000. Someone whispered, come on. I responded politely, um, thank you. I don't know if that's you, preferably not.

A week passed, and someone sent a new private message. It's you, you ask me if we can be together again.

I don't know what to do.

I sent screenshots to Muzi, Onion and Shishui.

Onion was the first to reply to me. If you don’t like someone, just say so.

I don’t know if I still like you. I choose to reply to you later.

Muzi happily replied to me, "We are together!" I actually replied, "I don't want to." Muzi told me that if you are happy, just ignore others.

Shi Shui still hasn’t figured out who sent the whisper. I said it was you. She asked me how I knew it was you. I didn't reply. I know it's you, because after all, I have liked you, sincerely.

But that was only the past. I finally know how to answer that question. There are too many stories between us, but the protagonists are not all us.

"The more you want to remember something, the less you can remember it. The more you want to forget something, the less you can forget it. You have your own way to go, and I have my dream to chase. No I'm sorry, I can only accompany you here. Don't go through this fork in the road. I hope you can have a dream and keep working towards it. Well, that's it. . ”

This is my last reply to you. I think you saw it and just didn’t want to reply.

I know that is because of your immaturity. Now that you have grown up, you have to take responsibility. If you have a girl, don't be nice to other girls, because one will be jealous and the other will be tempted.

When I saw this sentence on Weibo, I thought of you first. Because I am the one who is both excited and jealous. But I feel sorry for Er and worry about Qiao, so I can only leave you.

Let me tell you, my dream is to become a professional writer.

You said that I must give it to you when I publish a book.

Okay, I will definitely give it to you.

Well, that’s it.

I have always been forgetful, and I can’t even remember a lot of things I’ve done. I just can't forget you and the stories I had. Occasionally I see your name on the confession wall in S High School, and I remember that I loved you when I was young.

I write this article not for liking, not for love, not for commemoration, not for remembrance.

Just to forget.

It’s the midterm exam again, but the person who made a bet with me is gone.

Well, that’s it.