the seventh year he has been here

It wasn't until later that I discovered that the "hold your hand" you said to me was so important, because it was endowed with the sound of my heartbeat.

When the school bell rang, the students rushed out of the campus, talking and laughing one after another, so lively.

But in another place at the same moment, it is a different scenery.

On the basketball court, several teenagers were training seriously, accompanied by the sound of hasty footsteps and the sound of the ball entering the frame, the people watching held their breaths and did not dare to make a sound, as if they had also merged into this tense scene In the atmosphere.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people on the basketball court, until in the end, there was only one left. After practicing for a while, he also planned to leave.

I watched him pack his schoolbag and leave, so I quietly followed him, picked an inconspicuous place, and walked behind him.

He walks the tree-lined path that he must pass every day. He likes to be quiet and cool. Probably this is a rare and perfect resting place for him. Few people in the school know this place, and I am one of them. one.

Seeing his tall figure walking with a basketball, I suddenly felt very happy in my heart. If only time could stay at this moment forever, it would be fine.

But at this moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked straight at me. I was a little at a loss for a while, so I had to look away and pretend to be looking around.

"Why have you been following me?" His voice came from a distance, and it seemed even more deserted in this quiet environment, as if there was an inaccessible chill.

"I... I also came home from school..." I looked at a scenery and replied casually.

"Don't you come home from school so late every day?" There was a hint of ignorance in his tone.

I didn't answer, I just looked at him for a long time, and said to the chill in his eyes,

"I like you, I have liked you for a long time, I have always liked you very much."

I don't know why I said this sentence, maybe because I really have no way out, or maybe I feel guilty for my really ugly lie.

A gust of wind blows gently, and the sound of "rustling" leaves can be heard quietly, as if time stopped at that moment.

"Why...don't talk...? Do you hate me...Ah...I forgot, you also think this is impossible...After all...no one...can't accept it..."

I looked into his eyes and said, tears fell down without knowing it.

Why do you have to say these words to embarrass yourself... If you hurt me like this, every word and every sentence is like a sharp knife piercing the tip of my heart, and there are twitching pains.

Probably because he already knew the answer, anyway, it's already embarrassing, so it doesn't matter if there are more...?But even so, I didn't mean to blame him at all, because every word I said was true. In this environment where everyone is frightened, he is not an exception, and he is nothing more than normal.

Seeing that he has no answer, I plan to leave here, and I will never come here again. This feeling will fade away like this, and I will not think about it, look at it, or search for it.

One step, two steps... I am walking so slowly, and I feel bad for my disappointment. What am I still looking forward to?What else to look forward to?

"You... wait a minute! I... don't mean to hate you, it's just too sudden, so I don't know what to say."

His words echoed in my ears, I don't know how I got out of there, like...running...?

Even if he is not the exception I said, he will be the exception in my life, right?

For the next few days, I don't know how I lived, I just remember his words still echoing in my ears, and this state of confusion lasted until my deskmate started to ask me.

"Hey, let me tell you what's going on with you recently, are you in love??? Let me tell you, the old class has been very strict recently, you should be careful..."

Seeing my tablemate whispering with a gossiping face, I smiled and said, "Didn't you always have your...remind me, why not remind yourself?"

Without saying a word, she knocked me a few times, with an embarrassed smile on her face, "You are a good student, but I...is different, I don't get so much attention from the teacher."

She moved a lot, and I saw the paper that fell from her desk. When I helped her pick it up, I accidentally glanced at it and smiled even more happily, "This is your love letter? I didn't expect you two It’s quite romantic, and it’s also in English.”

The last few words I whispered to her deliberately, she was really angry and only gave me a blank stare,

"Give it to me." She snatched it from me.

"Good student, I don't understand. For someone like you who only reads dead books." She smiled intentionally, and added honorific words to me, no doubt mocking me.

"Hold your hand?" I asked with some doubts.

"Hey, you can't talk nonsense to me. You should figure out what you mean before you say it." This time it was she who started laughing.

I only know that the literal meaning is to hold your hand, but I can't figure out what she means, why can't I just say it to people?I had to give up and didn't talk any more.

In this way, when school was over, most of the students in the class had left, and I was the only one left. I suddenly remembered that I confessed my love last week, and now I have never seen him again. Maybe he has already forgotten me...

After struggling for a long time on whether to go to him or not, I finally decided to finish my homework first.

It doesn't take long for me to finish the normal homework, but today's homework seems to be playing tricks on me. It is so difficult that I didn't notice it when it was getting dark.

"The sanitation in the public area of ​​Class 123 of High (Secondary) has not been cleaned, please send someone to clean it as soon as possible."

Hearing this sound, I shook my hand, and the pen in my hand fell to the ground. I didn't pick it up, but I just lowered my head lower and lower to prevent him from finding me.

How could it be him?Or am I hearing it wrong?Is it an auditory hallucination?No... His voice is no longer familiar to me...

"Student, your pen dropped on the ground."

I could only look up, and found that his face was especially beautiful against the afterglow, so I was a little dazed.

"Your pen."

He laughed for some reason and handed me the pen.

is this real?Is he right in front of my eyes?

I took the pen carefully and pretended to be very calm, "Thank you."

After thanking me, I immediately turned my head to do my homework, and the hand holding the pen to write was still trembling.

But those slender hands still appeared in my field of vision, and he knocked on my desk, "The area in charge of your class hasn't been cleaned, send someone to clean it again."

I heard him talking in an orderly manner, didn't he mean to ask me to clean it?There is no one in the class now, there are quite a few lazy guys...

"Okay, I'll go." I smiled politely at him, then cleaned up the homework on the table, and took the broom to clean it.

I didn't look back, I went straight to the library, my heart was still beating, I was afraid, I was afraid that if I turned around, he would disappear, and then I would be lost, although it was such a certain fact, but I still I was afraid, so I chose not to look back.

Human nature is like this, always wanting more, extravagantly demanding more, but greedy people will not end well in the end.

When I got to the library, I found out that it was far more than what he said was not cleaned, because there was no cleaning at all.

After sighing for a while, I started to pick up the broom and do a simple cleaning. It was very late and I cleaned the library, but it was only superficial.

The next step is to wipe the table. When I was about to get the rag, I found that the door of the library was locked.

I immediately looked at my watch, it was already past nine o'clock, it was so late, I didn't notice at all...

After confirming that there was no possibility of getting out from the inside, I sat on the ground a little weakly, my heart was full of remorse, I would have known that I would have gone home earlier today, but that way, I would not have seen him...

Due to the cleaning of a lot of physical exertion and the passage of time, the hunger in my stomach became more and more obvious, and the library was terribly quiet because there was no one there. I stared blankly at the bright lamp, as if It seems to give me hope.

I don't really want to spend the night here, I haven't even eaten yet...

Just looking at it like this, the lights suddenly went out, and the surroundings were pitch black. The instinctive sense of fear far surpassed the feeling of hunger and rushed to my heart, and my heart became more and more uneasy. I shuddered, making me even more frightened.

I don't know how long it took, I started to feel a little dizzy, looking at the darkness, suddenly there was a light spot in a place, I dragged my body and ran there, the gate.

I yelled for help with all my might, and if anyone had been there they would have heard it.

But no, there was only light shining outside and no one was there. My hope was shattered again, and I was a little desperate. I sat on the ground by the door. I was afraid of the dark, so this was a kind of torture and suffering in disguise for me. Instead of this, it's better to pass out...

I stayed half-hanging like this for a long time, until I could no longer make a sound, as if in a half-trance, someone opened the door of light for me, and I seemed to be plunged into darkness.

I saw a somewhat familiar teenager looking up at something under the cherry tree, I walked over, "What are you doing?"

He turned around and said, "I'm looking at him."

I also looked up following his gaze, and found that there was no one, and said in surprise, "There is no one on the tree."

"Yes, there must be."

I woke up, it seemed like I had a dream just now, but I don’t quite remember it, now my field of vision is blank, and I looked around again, and found a familiar figure.

It's him... am I dreaming?

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