Rukawa Kaede stole all the girls' hearts with a dunk and those cool eyes that Sakuragi called foxes. But I was moved by the gorilla's sentence "This is our last summer", and I was moved by that tragic, solid and indomitable.
I spent the whole summer doing things related to basketball, practicing watching the ball and trying to learn from Rukawa Kaede's cold shoulder. The difference is that I am always alone, without Haruko, only her big brother, an animator-my spiritual pillar.
Walking into a room, there are walls on all sides, facing the mountain in writing, and everyone is immersed in the king. This is the so-called place where dreams can be realized-my classroom. Indeed, standing at the back of the classroom, I saw many colorful bubbles floating, with colorful dreams inside. After the fierce collision, nothing was left. After the fierce collision, some of them survived, drifted leisurely and kept rising ... Make their own seats, put on wide-brimmed black glasses, hold high the "slam dunk master" and start something that everyone calls "degenerate". I am afraid of the so-called competition, destroy others' dreams for my own dreams, and then ascend to heaven like a bubble.
When I went downstairs, I met Meng Xiao, with a pair of hazy eyes under thick glasses, and my face was numb and tired. She used to be a girl with an angelic smile. She often suddenly touches a chalk ball in your ear, then laughs, grimaces and runs away.
Little dream! I called her. Lift my eyelids and reflect me into her pupils. Then the cheekbones are raised, the facial muscles are contracted, a smile is made, and it takes three seconds to recover. I suddenly feel cruel. It is cruel to make a person cry when he doesn't want to, but it is even more cruel to force her to laugh when he doesn't want to.
1 In April 2000, I fell in love with a girl. The pure emotional kind, because this day she said to me, I like you. Although I know what this day is, when she blushed and said those words to me slowly, I felt that this was the beginning of a love, true and beautiful. There is only one important reason. Her name is Sang Ni.
On April 2, I decided to show my love to her to dispel my doubts. I made an appointment with her at the bus stop of 13. I said I might be late. Of course, this is a joke. She said she would wait for me until she became an ice sculpture. It's summer now, and the lowest temperature will not be lower than 15 degrees Celsius. I can't wait for the ice sculpture. Beautiful and pale lies, but I was moved in a big mess.
Evening 10: 00, arrived on time. She really stood there like an ice sculpture, which made me happy and guilty, and then rushed to hug her. My courtship is simple and direct, and I blush, and then I-love-you word for word. She blushed and smiled like an angel. I hugged her, then put my lips on hers and kissed her for a long time. Steady. Her lips are cold.
After I gave my first kiss completely, she said, my name is Xiaoqing, and I am A Qing's twin sister. In the dark, I started running, running hard. No direction, no purpose. I don't know how long I have been running, my physical strength is exhausted, the mud is soft in the dark, and the black air wraps me tightly ... My head hurts, as if something is knocking and getting heavier. I raised my eyelids, and the white light came into my eyes, which hurt like a needle. I found that my eyes were full of viscous liquid, which made everything blurred. Is it tears or saliva? After a long time, my eyes focused, and a familiar image was spelled out in front of my eyes-the class teacher.
"What are you doing?"
"No, nothing."
"Nothing? The saliva is almost flowing into a river. "
Ha ha laugh ... the whole class laughed. Miracle, these idiots are laughing at me, and I began to admire myself and make some contributions to the people.
What is this? She quickly drew a pile of manuscript paper on my desk, and there was a big piece on it that made my mouth water. Her eyes quickly moved up and down, left and right, turned over and repeated the above actions ... I think her closing action is beautiful, just like a gymnast staring at the floor firmly after three and a half turns in the air, clean and neat. She also neatly divided the pile of manuscript paper stained with my saliva into infinite equal parts, and then gently mentioned that the paper fell and melted like snowflakes. Rukawa Kaede's eyes, gorilla-like strong body, sunny smile and cold lips all melted. ...
I looked at that selfless face with cold eyes, and suddenly felt that the innocence before was superfluous. I asked why I had to bow and scrape to this cruel guy, but I had to call her "mom" when no one was around, the one who tore up my dream with my hands and my saliva.
When I walked out of the office, there was a long strip on my forehead that said "hopeless" I use an indifferent expression to cover up my helplessness? When I went downstairs, someone told me that someone was waiting for me downstairs, so I went downstairs with some curiosity. Who could it be? Far away, I saw that jumping short hair, military green backpack, waving his right arm and rushing at me. It's Monk! At that moment, I rushed over with excitement. I held her in my arms while she was unprepared. I can imagine her inexplicable expression, but my tears keep pouring out. This is the first time I cried, because I was afraid that Amon would turn into snowflakes and melt away. ...
Summer is teetering, and time seems to smooth my edges and corners, making me obedient, like a silent lamb dancing with a group of wolves, looking for food in winter. In the days to come, it seems that there is only Amon in my world. We have known each other for six years and talked about everything, transcending gender. In the last days, she was my spiritual pillar-a living person. Amon is as simple as water in my mind, but she loves one person and tells another person the love story of her high school classmates. So I decided not to rely on her any more, leaving only one third of the world to her, and then jumping into my arms for warmth.
At 9: 00 pm on July 6th, 20001year, Amon and I waited for the bus at the bus stop of 13. We are going to fight World War III tomorrow, but I am unusually calm at the moment. The weather has been abnormal recently. It is very hot during the day, but it is very cold at night. Amon began to sniffle.
"I am cold." Amon said.
"Me too." I echoed it.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and give them to me?"
"Oh, sorry, put it on." I took off my coat and walked towards her. Suddenly, I found her eyes fixed on the ground. By the light of the street lamp, I saw a glittering and translucent thing rolling down from it. I approached her, dressed her and fastened her. Her eyes only looked at me, and it turned out that the crystal thing was not an illusion.
I like you.
My ears translated the voice from her mouth into my brain, and then I ordered my brain to check it carefully.
Just when my eyes started flashing, she pushed my hand away, turned and rushed into the night, disappeared, and my clothes fell to the ground.
At this moment, I suddenly felt that I would lose everything, so I rushed into the night desperately. This feeling of deja vu, no direction, no goal, but desperately running and looking for it. Suddenly, two beams of light covered my eyes. In a very short time, I feel that I have made positive contact at a very fast speed. Obviously, its mass is much larger than mine, because it is on the ground, and I do a three-and-a-half-week rotation in the air, and then land smoothly, slightly elastic and painless. In the dim light, I only saw a crimson liquid flowing from the back of my head, and then gradually expanded and spread outward.
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