1997 Autumn, high school life began.
The first love happened.
She is a little girl three years younger than me. At that time, she met miraculously in the first grade.
She called me brother, and I came to school in the countryside and sent it to school.
She took me to her house. Her parents are very nice and like me very much.
So, of course, I became her brother and adopted son of her parents.
I live in her house.
The two people have a tacit understanding.
Whether it's cheating or cheating money, never use simulation. Everything is a lie in front of our parents at any time.
At that time, I thought, maybe, she is my goal in life.
This relationship lasted until the last day of the first month of 1998 summer vacation.
Take her to my home for the first time in summer vacation.
Family is terrible, parents have been gone for many years, an empty house, two bachelors.
I've been playing in grandpa's field every day for almost a month.
In short, every minute is very happy.
More importantly, when my grandmother liked her, she was better than my uncle's children who were less than one year old. When grandpa likes her, it is even better than the rice fields that are about to be harvested.
She has enough excuses to postpone his mother's sixteen phone calls.
I also have enough evidence to prove that what she said is right.
She said she would go back the next day.
My natural answer is that it is time to go back. In fact, I also know what she is thinking, but I know she also knows what I am thinking.
That kind of multi-level understanding is the legendary empathy.
I know she wants to stay, and she knows I want her to stay. Just like I know she knows I want her to stay.
But without any more excuses, she said: Her mother may be pregnant with us.
That night we found the wine left over from the Chinese New Year at home. Pure white.
I vaguely heard her say: will you always love me like this?
In fact, in our hearts, we all know each other's position and feelings in our hearts. I just never said it. I can't figure out why Tonight, for the first time, I heard what I sang in my heart a long time ago, and the other party heard it countless times.
I replied in a daze: I will love you more than now.
With a hangover, 17-year-old me had the first sex with 14-year-old her.
The next day, she went back and walked naturally. She almost lied to me. I dare not ask if I was dreaming last night. Not to mention my grandparents, uncles and aunts.
I came back in less than a week, then I went back in two days, and then I came back and went back.
The excuse is that I didn't bring it or bring it. Because she left it when she came back last time, and she is going to come again next time. It's romantic. If you have ever caught rabbits with your lover and roasted them in the wild forest, you will understand. Very artistic, if you have asked the teacher for leave for the same reason six times in a row, it is sufficient and not abstract.
At the beginning of the new semester, I still live in her house, which is natural. I am always afraid that my performance is not realistic enough to be seen by my godmother. But, never. That was the best play of my life. In three years, I was only seen once by her younger brother who was in a small class in kindergarten.
On a Sunday in senior three in 2000, I made up lessons and went home from school in the afternoon. As usual, when her parents are away, the first thing is to have sex.
She was cooking in the kitchen, and I sneaked in, hugged her waist from behind and kissed her ear. I feel an animal standing behind me. Her first thought is her father. However, when I turned around, I saw her brother pointing at me with Altman and saying something that scared me all my life: I asked my dad to kill you.
You can see that my relationship with her brother is not good, right? No, my brother has a better relationship with her. My brother thought I was going to bite off his sister's ear. She told her brother that he was blowing dust on his sister's ear, and he believed that I didn't mean to bite his sister's ear. Then I want to sit on my sofa and watch TV.
High school life is over and college life is coming.
I will go to school the next day. In the afternoon, she and I took our brother for a long walk outside. But it has always been a heavy stork. I know what she's thinking, more like she knows I know what she's thinking.
My brother has been clamoring to go home to see Altman.
At the end of the downstairs, I asked my brother to go upstairs first, and then I told her: I won't, I only love you. I told her not to believe what college is like, and not to believe that I will find a girlfriend in college or something.
She has been silent all the afternoon without saying a word. She didn't return to nature until her parents came home.
The next day, I left. Took everything away from me, and her parents seemed to miss me more than her, including my brother who also gave me the Altman who once threatened me with a finger.
Naturally, she helped me pack my bags and took my brother to the railway station.
She left before the car started, which was unnatural.
For the first time, I couldn't sense exactly what she was thinking.
Maybe the train window separated us.
I don't know how to spend a few days and nights by car. This is very difficult. I always wonder what she is thinking. Compared with those almost close assumptions, which is more accurate, I haven't come to a conclusion yet when I get off the bus.
The first thing I do when I get off the bus is to report my safety. I called her home. My brother answered and said that my mother was not at home, so I said I was looking for my sister.
It was another terrible silence. I don't know how long it took, but I sang Andy Lau's love for you for ten thousand years. The singing skill is very bad, and the MM who is on the phone next to him is scared away. But very emotional, I sang her far away and cried. I said stop crying. I am not a dead husband. The other party still cries. I then said very gently: don't cry, I will go back on holiday, and my parents can't see it if I stay.
She finally replied: How soon will you be back? I said I would go back on vacation, as long as I have enough time to go back and forth on vacation.
She finally stopped crying and we started talking. I said it was a little cold here, and she said it was very hot there. I said the people here were ugly, and she said the TV she watched was wonderful. . . . . . . . . .
Finally, her mother came back to answer the phone and asked me if there was anything else. She said no, so she turned off her cell phone. Two hours, seven minutes and thirty-four seconds, the boss counted me in for two hours and eight minutes.
Next, I have been waiting for the holiday. Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are coming. They came late, and hateful notices followed, and the National Day was seven days. But there are still two days to interview, and freshmen must not be absent. What should I do? It takes at least six days to go back and forth. What should I do? I told her sweetly on the phone last week: Wait, I can kiss you in a week. Her answer is: you can't kiss me if you can't kiss me. You should kiss your brother.
I told her mother the bad news. I said, mom, we only have five days off on National Day, and I really want to go home. Her mother's answer is that if she can't come back, she will come back for the New Year.
I am waiting patiently for New Year's Day. I write in my notebook almost every hour, how many hours, minutes and seconds are left on New Year's Day.
New Year's Day is here, and the holiday lasts for seven days, but there are tasks for three days, so freshmen must not be absent. I was so angry that I went to the director and had to ask for leave. I thought it would take explosive force to get it. I didn't expect him to ask me directly how long it would take. I said vaguely: three days. The director said: Yes.
I regretted it then. If I say seven days, the director will definitely say yes. And absolutely don't need explosive force.
She can finally realize her dream.
I brought her back to my home, and so did my brother. From the moment I stepped into her house, he has been crawling on my chest, but he never came down.
Two days passed happily and time passed quickly. We later complained that we shouldn't take our brother. Everything has to wait until he falls asleep.
I stepped on the train again, and she chased her brother for a long time. She didn't ask me about the National Day, and I didn't tell her that I wanted to ask for leave with explosive force. Because each other can feel the existence of the soul.
I have been waiting for a holiday for two years. One afternoon two years later.
I want to give her a surprise, an unexpected holiday, very long, ten days. I haven't had any festivals. I got on the train before I knew the reason-only later did I know it was a rumor, and I became the first fool in school. After mixing for so long, I was fooled by several hooligans.
She hasn't finished her studies since she got home. Dad was playing cards with some friends, and soon he picked up his brother. Mom is not at home. I looked at the time. She will go home soon. I ran into her room, thinking about how to give him the biggest surprise. I sleep in in her bed and cover my head and feet together. I'm ready. You can eat when she opens the door.
However, I don't know how long it took. My father, who went from east to south to pick up my brother from school, came back. I didn't see her. I gave my brother a surprise, and I was still wondering if my brother could break the Guinness Book of Records from the beginning to the moment he jumped into my chest.
It was dark and she didn't come back, so I naturally asked about my father. Dad replied, I probably went to my classmate's house to make up lessons. Her academic performance is very poor now.
I have eaten, and I haven't seen her come back yet. My mother asked my father to call, and my father called several classmates she often went to. No one. Her father muttered, why come back so late every day. I'm playing with my brother, trying very hard to think where she went. I couldn't figure out a way when she finally came in.
She gave me a look and was not surprised. I think her acting skills will be more dreamy in the future.
I looked at her and was very shocked. Perm, hair dye and sexy clothes. I realized how backward I was. I don't have to look, but I can smell it. I definitely dressed as a college student in the 1950s.
I suddenly realized that she had grown up.
I lost my schoolbag (absolutely fashionable), so I picked up the chopsticks on the table and began to eat.
Ask me why I'm here at dinner. Embarrassed, I replied: vacation, vacation, and come back to live for a few days.
I really didn't know how I felt at that time. I feel strongly. For the first time, I feel that she and I are people from different worlds, including words and deeds, including this, including dress, including acting, including everything. She has been away for less than three months, which has changed a lot.
After supper, she took a bath and went to bed. She didn't watch TV for a second. My mother said my brother would be back early. There is nothing to say. She said there would be a class tomorrow. He never answered. I played with my brother for a long time until my mother said it was time to go to bed, and then went to bed to continue guessing and grab the middle finger. Finally, he fell asleep with fatigue. I thought about it and stayed up all night.
At six o'clock the next morning, I heard footsteps. It closes at half past six. I'm going to fall asleep in a daze. I'm so tired that I still have insomnia after sitting on the train for so long.
Our distance, like the ground cracked, suddenly a river separated us. There is no reason.
It was already twelve o'clock when I woke up, and my mother woke me up for dinner, just the two of us. I asked my mother, where is Ting? Mom replied: It often happens. Don't wait for her. Eat it. I always don't go home for dinner at noon.
I quickly finished my meal and said that I would go to my classmate's house, Ting's school, my alma mater and consult her head teacher. Her head teacher doesn't like her. Her head teacher knows that I am her brother, but she doesn't know that I am not my own brother. He is my geography teacher in my freshman year. Have a good relationship with me. After chatting for a long time, I realized that she was often late, skipped classes and had a history of smoking in the classroom. I only had two classes at noon today, and then I asked for leave.
I didn't ask the teacher why he asked for leave. Maybe now, her reasons can fool me. When I came out of the office, many people were peeking at me. I have a bad feeling.
I asked many classmates, and finally, her neighbor told me. New century internet bar!
Chengnan New Century Internet Cafe. Internet cafes in the south of the city can be worn out by going back and forth twice.
I called d and saw her from a distance. I sat down in a place where I could watch her and didn't disturb her. Because she was playing The Legend of mir, which was very popular at that time. Sitting next to her are one or several delinquent teenagers, tattooed, blond and shirtless, and sitting next to her is a girl as sexy as her skirt. Each of them is smoking a cigarette. Everyone is playing a legend, and everyone screams from time to time, such as viper, power ring, smoke, smoke. . . . . .
My heart is broken. Extremely uncomfortable. That's a sting.
In just three months, has it changed so fast?
When she was playing with her hair, I had a tattoo since I saw her left shoulder. A red rose.
I really want to teach her a lesson, I really want to call my father, I really want her to see me, I really want to see me waiting for her to come back all afternoon. Then come back to school with me, then turn over a new leaf and study hard. It's a pity that I only saw her smoking, screaming and tattooed young men in Huang Changfa. I haven't seen anywhere. When it was getting dark, they didn't say anything about getting off the plane. Two girls grumbled that they were hungry, and four or five young people were thinking about the money in their pockets. Finally, they decided to go home for dinner. They ate all the money at noon, had to go to work at night, and called you out tomorrow. Two girls are showing their beauty. The kind you can see on TV.
I prepared her to meet me, prepared her to be afraid to meet me, and then explained to me. I deliberately didn't see her. However, she didn't see me, let alone explain.
The state at night was exactly the same as the day before, and I didn't tell my parents. I just told her what's wrong with your feelings about what we used to use. She didn't send me any messages. She just kept looking at me in fear (maybe she saw me in the Internet cafe, but she didn't bother me).
The next day, I went back to my grandfather's house. There is no peace. I came back the next day. I'd rather ask what this is all about. How come all of a sudden, our feelings have turned upside down, so it is impossible to flirt.
As soon as I got home, my mother asked me how to get home. I said it was a festival. My mother said your director called. Did you go home? I said yes. You don't have a holiday.
I was even more exposed at that time.
I didn't come to ask Tingting to understand, but my mother forced me to get on the train. I didn't stay for dinner at noon.
Back at school, I used QQ to leave a long speech about touching a cold-blooded animal-snake, and I didn't wait for a reply. I'll leave her a message. Finally, I waited for a reply. A few short lines. It marks that feelings are gone forever.
Please don't bother me anymore, thank you, brother.
So, little brother, you are still teething. Don't be too serious. It doesn't matter if you have time after school. Learning is the last word!