Written in the seventh year of meeting

This article is just to commemorate our first meeting seven years ago today......

Maybe our encounter was the superposition of countless coincidences. The world may be very big, or it may be very small. So in that hot summer, I met you, and our lives have intersected since then.

I can’t remember the first time we met, but I vaguely remember that we had a special feeling when we first met, which left us with many precious memories in the days to come. Maybe those for you

I have forgotten everything, but bits and pieces of the past are still buried in my heart, echoing in my sea of ​​memories.

Maybe it was a strange arrangement from God that allowed us to ride the same bus and bump into you on the bus every day, which was the beginning of a busy day. Later we became familiar with each other and started discussing on the bus.

Yesterday's math homework, I just have a little regret. The place where we got off the bus was only one stop apart, less than 500 meters, but I never took you home once, and always got off at the previous stop (now we are at the same station)

After getting off the bus, one went to the left and the other to the right, but we are no longer the same people as we were back then).

Maybe the world is such a coincidence, in the park, in Xinhua Bookstore, on the roadside of your home, we will always meet by chance, and later on every Sunday in April of the third year of high school, we met on the bus, but why did you get off the bus?

Keep running??? Didn't you notice that the cars on the road were driving very fast? Don't you know that would make people frightened? Didn't you notice that every time I got off the car, I turned around and turned left until

You walked slowly across the road and then I turned around secretly. After confirming that you didn't run away and passed safely, I slowly watched your back slowly disappear and then turned around?

I still remember our chance encounter on November 18, 2011. At that time, I hadn’t seen you for nearly two years. That day, you were wearing a red coat that was so beautiful and beautiful that you looked like a fairy. I secretly sat in the back of the bus and watched you.

Looking at your smile, you are still so beautiful, even more beautiful than before. My mind can't help but recall the original bits and pieces, and I can't help but feel a sense of sourness in my heart. Maybe I haven't seen you for a long time that day.

We actually met twice. The second time was maybe just a glimpse. You were on the bus and I was standing on the platform waiting for the bus, facing two opposite directions. But that was the first time we faced each other in three years.

You may still remember what happened when I went to borrow a book from you in early April 2012————

You: Do you have a day off this afternoon?

Me: We have to take the science and comprehensive exam in the afternoon, and I came to you specifically to borrow books. (Later, I felt so stupid, why didn’t I say I came to you specifically)

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Me: How are you these days?

You: Not bad.

Me: What shift are you in?

You: Class six.
Chapter completed!