this life is waiting

I happened to pass by on the day when the honor roll was taken down, and the teacher instructed the students to be careful of glass and lamps. I watched Zhou Xiaoyi's name twisted into a strange angle, and then rolled up.

Therefore, that school was remembered in my heart.

Come on, He Cheng, if you want to see her again, and stand by her side again.

Whenever, I can always think of the class she and I were at the same table. I used to think of only 5 minutes of that physical education class, but now it has been refurbished into a full 10 minutes. She really exists beside me. for so long.

She drew pictures seriously, and I pretended to be listening to the class seriously, but I didn't write anything with the red pen.

After a long time, she suddenly made a big movement, and I saw her look up at the teacher, then she grabbed the corner of my clothes with the same movement, and said to me angrily, "Excuse me, can I borrow an eraser? "

Probably because she felt that she was disturbing me, she looked at me very carefully, I gave her the eraser from the pencil case, she reached out to take it, and touched my fingertips inadvertently.

For the first time, I felt that the class time is so fast, why there are only 10 minutes left.

She finally finished drawing. She put her hands on her back and stretched a little. When she was about to yawn, she glanced at my paper and suddenly laughed.

She said: "Student, the teacher has already talked about reading comprehension, why are you still on the first page?"

I looked down, pursed my lips and turned over.

She smiled deeper: "I thought you were listening to the class seriously, but you were in a daze."

I thank you.

She glanced at the podium again, leaned on the table and knocked over, propped her chin on the back of her hand, looked at me and asked, "What's your name, classmate?"

Before I could answer, she reached out and flipped through my paper, looking at the names.

Then she picked up the pencil again and pushed her drawing over.

In the painting are two figures from the back, sitting side by side, one with a ponytail, holding a pen with his head bowed, and the other lazily lying on the table with loose hair.

We are drawn.

On the ponytail, she wrote two words, "He Cheng", one stroke at a time.

After finishing writing, she asked, "Did you pronounce the word deng, or cheng?"

For so many years, I have often been asked this question, and I accept both pronunciations.

"It's all right." I replied.

She raised her eyebrows: "That's it." She cleverly turned the pen: "I'll call you He Deng. The lantern illuminates the mountains and rivers, and the river lanterns in the water are all beautiful."

She told me that at the time, and I also thought the river lantern was beautiful.

But two years later, we met again in another place, and she asked me in the same tone: "Then should I call you He Deng or He Cheng?"

After I said it was all right, she said, "I'll call you He Cheng."

She forgot, she forgot all.

Not only did she forget that there was another person beside her.

I have always put her in my fantasy. In the fantasy, I will meet her, stand beside her in a better posture, take care of her and care about her, but this fantasy is too perfect after all, so perfect that I ignore her. In life, she will meet someone else, and she will fall in love with him.

At first I found out that this happened during the summer vacation of the third year of high school. I checked the school information on the Internet, entered many groups and read many posts as a diver. Maybe she kept a low profile, but I couldn't find any trace of her.

Until one day, the group of freshmen in the physics class opened a voicemail. The theme was that the seniors introduced the school and briefly said a few things that should be paid attention to when they first entered the university. A few important points, when it was about to exit at the end, another person came in.

The senior said: "Let me introduce to you, my girlfriend, Zhou Xiaoyi."

Zhou Xiaoyi laughed a few times: "Hi everyone."

Although she withdrew after just a few words, my heart sank from a height as if hit by a heavy object, and then beat violently.

Zhou Xiaoyi in the photo frame had a beautiful smile on her face, and she had to admit that she also smiled like a flower on that boy.

I dreamed of her that night, dreaming that she remembered me, and after recalling the scene at the same table with me, she smiled and handed me a wedding invitation.

She said, "You must come."

I woke up sweating, the summer air conditioner blowing into my skin, it was very cold.

Yes, what if she has a boyfriend, what if she doesn't like girls, what if she gets married in the future.

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I watched the sky outside the window gradually brighten, and watched the sun shine on the bed through the gap in the curtains that I didn't close tightly.

What can I do, I still want to see her again, even then, I still want to be by her side, maybe I won't say anything, but I hope she is happy.

So this summer, before I let her get to know me well, I fell out of love.