Shen Nian

○ better not see

I met that girl with tiger teeth in her smile again, her name is Jiang Yufei.

When she came to our school, I was arguing with Taozi which Daji was better, and the debate was quite fierce.He thinks Fan Bingbing's version is better because it is "beautiful and bewitching enough".And I prefer Fu Yiwei's version, I don't have a reason, but I just like that one better.But in front of Taozi, you must either give him a reason to admit defeat, or he will persuade you to admit his point of view even if he doesn't want to talk about it.I was about to throw in the towel in Taozi's language bombardment when a classmate told me someone was looking for me at the door.

I felt relieved and walked towards the door, and then I saw Jiang Yufei, caught off guard and fell into another torment.On the one hand, he was happy for her appearance, and on the other hand, he was thinking about his current situation and Li Yu's expectations.

"Are you surprised?" She said as if offering a treasure. "Actually, I wanted to tell you in advance that I was coming, but your home phone couldn't be reached, and I haven't seen you for a long time, and I haven't heard from you. I was very worried about you, so I rushed over to see you as soon as I found out that you were going to school here. "

I admit that I was cowardly, and stared at her intently, but I didn't think of a perfect wording for a long time. Standing dumbly, her expression gradually became stiff, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Jiang Yufei?" Finally Ji Yangchun's words broke the deadlock.I turned my head to look at him, and then turned to Jiang Yufei.

"He was the one who told me you were here." Jiang Yufei immediately responded with a sincere look on her face.

"Really." I also opened my mouth lightly, and felt that I was too indifferent to her, so I said again: "He is my current deskmate."

"Really? What a coincidence." Jiang Yufei looked at me and said happily. "She was my childhood friend. She moved three years ago, and we only got in touch recently. He told me that there was a transfer student, and then I knew you were here."

I skipped two classes that day, and we chatted in our school playground.It was already May, and senior high school students gathered in the playground in twos and threes, so it was not at all awkward where we were.

We chatted for a long time, but she was the one who talked about it most of the time, talking about the former school and former classmates, but she never asked me why I left.In fact, the more she didn't ask me, the more uneasy I felt. I always felt that she knew something, and my heart was fluctuating, but I couldn't bear to let her go.

But she still has to go after all, back to the place where we went to school together, back to the home that is so far away from here.When she said that she came back to see me, my heart ached so badly that I couldn't straighten up. She looked down at me with concern, put a hand on my arm, and asked me what was wrong.

"You better not come." I didn't tell her what happened to me, and even said something against my will. Although I hoped so much to see her again, I couldn't.

She burst into tears suddenly, big teardrops slid down her cheeks, God knows how much I like her smiling, and how much I feel sorry for her when she weeps. "Can you tell me what happened, okay? I found out today that you have changed to me. We were so good when we were still together, but today you have been cold. I feel like a fool. Acting Playing a one-man show, hastily, are you excited?" She almost growled at the end.

I don't even know how she disappeared from my sight, and a feeling of confusion surrounded me.

Although I miss her a lot, I really, really like her.But so what, do I have to tell her that I like her more than my friends, and expect her to accept me?No, what else is there to see? It just ruined the self-hypnosis that I had managed to achieve a little bit of effect.

no good no see.

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The update time is not fixed, because my memory is really not very good, so. . . . . .