This... a short story with an open ending, a short story on campus, I hope everyone can take a look at it
Wedge
"The glass is clear and the oranges are brilliant "From Bei Dao's "Festival".
It is often interpreted as a fragile illusion, which is ultimately in vain... But I don’t think so. Glass and oranges are just like teenagers, energetic and shining; sunny and brilliant, just like youth and beautiful And strong. Make up the most moving words in the world.
Just like, meeting you like this at the right and best age.
A hibiscus blooms
In August, the hibiscus on campus is in full bloom. The layers of double petals are dyed with deep and shallow blushes, and the stone path covered with petals is winding and winding. .
I walked through the hustle and bustle and detoured to this small road, slightly confused. It was my last year, the last year of high school. The flower language of hibiscus is eternity, but if it is so bright at this moment, it will eventually wither, just like my high school days will be gone forever.
I squatted under a hibiscus tree, collecting fallen petals. No one passed this path, only birds of unknown species kept chirping in the forest.
"Excuse me, can I borrow it for a moment?" a clear voice said.
I hurriedly walked to the side, and until the figure passed by me, I secretly raised my head and took a look. Sure enough, the boys with nice voices were all handsome. I admit that at this time, I have lost all ability to organize language and can only come up with the word "handsome". In fact, it’s not that the facial features are so delicate, it’s just that I love the sunshine and freshness in my bones.
When I walked into an unfamiliar classroom, there was a lot of noise, but it had nothing to do with me. Fresh faces always made me afraid to approach them. Fortunately, there are always a few warm friends who are willing to approach me. For example, at this time:
My deskmate who I just got to know introduced to me the classmates after I was divided into classes.
"That is, Gu Zihui, who won the gold medal in recitation. He should be a very honest academic..."
I'm sorry, when I saw Gu Zihui, what she said next made me confused. I didn’t hear it clearly. I am sure that he is the boy I just met.
"Xiang Liqing, did you hear that?" Lin Yuyi ended the introduction.
"Listen, that's it." I replied calmly. If you have experienced it, you must understand that at that age, sometimes, the more you care, the more you will pretend not to care, as if you are afraid that others will pry into your little thoughts.
"Hey~ This is Liu Yifan, the charming little prince."
"Yeah."
......
That's great , we will always know each other.
Today’s diary should have been about my new class and the friends I met for the first time, but I only wrote one sentence——
Hibiscus Flowers bloom, and I meet a young man for the first time.
There is a complete hibiscus flower sandwiched between that page, its double petals are spread out, and it is gorgeous and eternal.
The intersection of the second class
After school was noisy, I stood at the door of the class waiting for Lin Yuyi to pack her things. The pale yellow sunlight slanted on the railing, brushing against the silhouette of Gu Zihui passing by in a hurry.
Sure enough, none of the jokes in romance novels apply to me, let alone any ambiguity. Half a month has passed and I haven’t even said a word.
The campus sky was slightly yellow at dusk. Lin Yuyi and I chatted all the way. When we arrived at the intersection of her house, we just waved when we were stopped by a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.
"Xiang Liqing, what a coincidence." I turned my head and happened to meet Gu Zihui's smiling eyes.
I quickly looked away and saw him holding the car with one hand.
"You walk so fast that you can't even catch up with me on a bicycle."
We chatted for a while, then waved goodbye.
This section of road seemed to be only a hundred meters long, but it was enough to make me happy for a long time. Even the mood during evening self-study became clearer.
"Qingqing, you are in a good mood. Tell me what's wrong." Liu Yifan raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Go away and study hard." For the first time, I felt that studying at night can be very happy.
Like thousands of girls, I also look forward to a story full of pink bubbles, but life is always like this, day after day.
In a long period of time, we have walked that section of the road side by side many times, always like that, just a few words.
That’s how we kept in touch. Occasionally in class, he would ask me a few words in English or answer Chinese questions. With polite detachment.
From midsummer to early winter, a dull semester passed. From calling him softly, to patting my shoulders quietly, to tugging at my little ears behind my clothes...
In fact, whenever his shadow came closer, I had already recognized his footsteps, but I pretended not to notice anything. Without knowing it, she just waited for his voice, and then smiled. Does every adolescent girl have such a little "scheming"? It is enough to deceive yourself.
Even if possible, to him, I am just a part of his daily routine of flirting with girls.
Perhaps because of such fear, or perhaps because of the faint lack of confidence in my heart, I never took the initiative to talk, I just waited...
Suddenly I remembered Lao She's words: < /p>
Life is a rhythm, there must be light and shadow, left and right, sunny and rainy, the fun lies in these twists and turns that change but are not violent.
The intersection with you is the little surprise in life.
Will it be you in the third meeting?
The winter wind is swirling, but it cannot cover the joy of the young man. The last short vacation in high school - winter vacation, took away all our unhappiness.
I said goodbye to my friend, stepped on the colorful bricks on the roadside, and the backpack on my shoulders weighed down my mood. I suddenly felt a little sad because of him.
I opened my long-lost mobile phone and browsed it boredly when a message reminder sounded suddenly.
When applying as a friend, the remark only contains the word "Gu". I don’t know how many times I clicked on that avatar in the class group, but I didn’t have the courage to press the add button.
I pressed Agree and stared at the information card for a long time. After all, I didn’t have the courage to click “Send Message”.
He is just like this, lying quietly in my friends list. What he doesn’t know is that I visit his space every day. For this reason, I opened Yellow Diamond. Probably, many people's yellow diamonds were used here, on a beautiful young man.
I unexpectedly did well in the online mock test. What was even more surprising was a message from Gu Zihui——
“You did well in the test.”
Head I was blank for a few seconds, and then started to spin in circles. I waited for a few minutes on purpose before replying, "Luck, luck."
"It's just that you still need to work hard in comprehensive studies. If you don't know anything, just come forward." Ask me."
He jumped up and down again.
"Thank you, the top student, for caring about the bad student."
"Why are you so cute."
I thought I would fill the room with joy, but I He was unusually quiet, but in fact, only he understood that countless fireworks had already exploded in his heart, and the firelight dazzled the whole thought.
"Then, can you show me your notes after sorting them out?" There was another message from him.
"I organized it a bit messily."
"It's okay, I like everything you organized."
Forgive me for only seeing the last two words... …
But I seem a little bit disappointed. Sure enough, I am very good at flirting with girls, but what on earth am I expecting?
Winter vacation is really a magical time. Everything I was worried about seemed to be developing beautifully and smoothly. The barrier of space erases the relative cramping. Every word fills my heart with joy.
I accidentally clicked on "Special Care", and I have one more friend who cares about me. Somehow, I thought of Gu Zihui first.
Could it be him? No way...
Four Rumors
Spring is always hazy and lazy, and the breeze just ruffles the hair and stirs up the excitement of the teenagers.
"Gu Zihui likes you." Lin Yuyi whispered in my ear.
"How is it possible? You are thinking too much." Have you ever felt like your heart skipped a beat? It's not the kind where the teacher suddenly asks you a question.
"Hey, there was a teacher in the physics class just now. He deliberately sat next to you. After the class, according to my incomplete statistics, he looked at you 40 times." Lin Yu described it with a grin.
“Oh, they came here just to blow the air conditioner, so it’s definitely not me they’re looking at.” I just retorted one by one.
Actually, it’s not that I didn’t feel it. I chose to deceive myself because I was afraid that I would be sentimental.
The rumors became more and more popular, but my initial joy turned to worry. Maybe because of this rumor, we will never be able to get to know each other again.
Because of my concealment and stubbornness, my friends started to take me to avoid him.
They pulled me away when they met, and forcibly interrupted me when they were talking... I still didn't have the courage to speak my mind and refuse my friends' obstruction.
We were left with an awkward silence.
"Gu Zihui asked me to give it to you, but he was afraid that you wouldn't want it." Gu Zihui's brother handed over a letter.
The content of the letter is roughly that he does like me, and he knows what we are not allowed to do at this moment, so he can only pay attention to me silently, just hoping to be friends, but it is still a bit uncomfortable to avoid it deliberately. .
When everything is revealed, it is never a separate emotion.
The person you like also likes you, which is the most romantic statement in the world. But if it happened at such a time, to a timid girl like me, it might just be a pity.
Perhaps it is the inferiority complex buried deep in my heart that prevents me from finding a reason to like it, and makes me still worry about whether it is just a passing interest.
I know this is just an escape, but I still choose to hide my love.
Sometimes I really feel like green tea, catering to my friends’ complaints while secretly smiling to express my liking for him. When can I let go of the shackles in my heart and be myself without any burden?
I really want to write my own youthful perfection with my own hands, but I can't take a small step.
Rumors are no longer rumors, and we are no longer the same as before...