You know, although we didn’t talk later, but every time after school when I saw you were the first one walking out of the classroom, I would always feel like it was the same as before, and subconsciously wanted to follow you. But when I stood up from my seat, I would remember that we hadn’t gone home together for a long, long time.
Later, we became senior students in the school. I don’t know when, couples started dating in the class. Although they did it behind the teacher’s back, everyone still enjoyed it. Those who didn’t find the right person in the class would look for one in other classes.
At that time, I also received quite a few love letters, but most of them were from other classes. However, every time I received those blushing and heart-pounding love letters, I would secretly find a place where no one was around to read them, because I was always afraid of missing any of them, because I was always afraid of missing the love letter you sent me. I was very stupid at that time, right? (*^__^*) Hehehe... I have done even stupider things.
The love letters with signatures were okay, but the ones without names gave me the most headaches, because I was always afraid that it was you who wrote to me, so later I would always find opportunities to secretly look at your Chinese homework, and then try hard to memorize your handwriting. Sometimes you would crumple up the unsatisfactory essays you wrote at school and throw them into the trash can. Every time I would secretly pick them up, and then practice calligraphy according to your essays at night. During that time, my Chinese teacher said that my handwriting had become ugly!
Although I have remembered your handwriting through these methods, I still encountered something that bothered me. One time I received a love letter. There was no signature on it, nor was there a signature in it. There were only a few short sentences saying that he had liked me for a long time and wanted to meet me at the back door of the school on Sunday afternoon. But you know, I was so excited at the time because the handwriting on the letter was exactly like yours. Although I thought about it for a long time, I still couldn't sleep that Saturday night. This matter was always on my mind, but I didn't dare to ask you about it.
I had no choice but to lie to my family that something happened at school that Sunday afternoon, and then I ran away from home and went to school secretly. But when I got to the back door of the school, I didn’t see you, but the fat boy from Class 4. When he saw me, he came towards me with a bunch of food. I was so scared that I ran away, and I ran all the way to the bus station, got on the bus, and went home. But later, every time I think about this, I find it so interesting, because I can’t believe there is someone whose handwriting is so similar to yours, so ugly! .
But later, a boy named Guo Bin from Class 4 wrote me a love letter, and I don’t know how the girls in his class found out about it. It was said that Guo Bin was a handsome guy, but I didn’t think so at all. Hehe, but after that, my bicycle was always secretly deflated. Although I always suspected that it was the girls in Class 4 who did it, I had no evidence at all. I could only push the bicycle home every night. Although you still walked home at that time, you should know how much I liked to ride a bicycle home at that time.
Because every time I ride a bike, I feel like I have grown up. I am no longer the child who is urged to do homework every day, but an adult, an adult who can handle all his emotions, an adult who can hide the person he likes deep in his heart without letting anyone find out, an adult who can stand in front of the person he likes without showing any emotion, an adult who can stand in front of you but not let you know that I like you.
But one night, I was pushing my bike home on the side of the road feeling depressed, and you were walking home across the road as usual. Although we were just separated by a road, neither of us spoke to each other. You know, that was the saddest day of my life, because I was pushing my bike home, and you were walking across the road without saying a word to me, or even looking at me. Do you know why I wanted to ride my bike home
Because I can't walk across the street from you without you saying a word to me. Although my hearing is not good, I can hear you no matter how softly you speak, because I don't listen to you with my ears, but with my heart. But where is the you who went home with me every day, where is the you who told me jokes every day, where is the you who said I looked pretty when I laughed!!! I can't find that you anymore, so I can only ride my bike past you in a hurry, not looking at you, and forgetting you.
But since that day when I pushed the bike and walked home across the street from you, you would always go to school very early every morning, and then stand outside the carport reading a book by yourself. Whenever I went to the carport to park the bike, I would always see you standing there with your head down reading. At that time, not only me, but many people thought you were weird. Some people even said that you were waiting there for the girl you liked, but I never believed it because you wouldn't like others. You wouldn't like others.
But from that day on, not only would you read outside the carport in the morning, but you would also be the first one to rush out of the classroom and run downstairs after each class. At first, no one knew what you were doing, but later someone said that you went to the carport behind the school as soon as the class was over and no one knew what you were doing. The teacher had told you about this several times, but you still went there and stood there as soon as the get out of class was over. Even at lunch time, you would go there by yourself to eat your food. No one knew what was wrong with you, only I knew, only I knew!
Because from that day on, my tire has never had a flat again, because there has always been a boy standing there to protect it for me. How can I forget you!
Although you, who used to go home with me every day, are gone, there is a young man who is the first to run downstairs every day no matter how hot the sun is. He doesn't care about the sweat on his head at all. He will just run over to check the bicycle he is most worried about. Only when he sees the bulging tire will he wipe the sweat from his head and sit on the stone steps outside the carport with peace of mind.
Although you who told me jokes every day are gone, there is a boy who would stand outside the carport with an umbrella even when it was pouring rain, and the expression on his face was so happy. Although you who said I looked pretty when I smiled are gone, there is a boy who never talked to me but always protected me. How can I forget you! ! ! !
Goodbye, my first love!
Goodbye, my boy!
The letter suddenly stopped here, and I was already in tears looking at the letter and couldn't speak anymore. My hands holding the letter also started shaking. I suddenly stood on the side of the road holding the letter and screamed like crazy. All the passers-by around me looked at me in horror, because they saw a young man kneeling there holding a letter and crying bitterly.
I never believed that childhood events could make a person fall in love with another person, but now I finally know, not only will it make a person fall in love with another person, but it will also make this love last for a very long time, so long that a person will never forget it, and this letter finally opened the floodgates of my long-sealed memories, those memories that I thought I would never think of again, those memories of her that are deeply buried in my memory.
I walked to the side of the road in a daze and stretched out my hand and waved it vigorously, like a crazy patient. It seemed that none of the taxis were willing to stop to pick me up, but I was completely unaware of it, because my mind was only filled with scenes from my elementary school days. That day I went to school wearing the new clothes made by my grandma. That first grader I did not realize how different the clothes made by my grandma were from those of others, or how different my clothes, all of which were given to me by my grandma, were from those of others. At that time, I was still a child who would be very happy as long as I had new clothes to wear. And that morning, I would point to the rabbit on my clothes that I asked my grandma to sew for me and ask Bai Lu, who would only follow me and seldom talk, if it looked good. She opened her big eyes and nodded vigorously.