The school grass's sales contract

Just after the fourth class on Monday, I lay lazily on the desk.

"Strange grass, someone is looking for it!"

I looked up and saw that it was Yuan Yan.

"Why are you here, climbing the wall?" I said as I walked, wanting to take him to a place where no one was around.

"I just miss you, come and see you," he held my two hands in his palms, and asked softly, "How does it feel to hold hands with me?"

Seeing his breath-holding, intoxicated expression, I smiled inexplicably.After thinking about it after laughing, I felt wrong again. Why did I laugh just now?

"What are you laughing at? Answer," he urged.

"Let me think about it," I pretended to be contemplative, "Uh...I think...it's kind of weird."

"What's so weird?"

"It's just... I hated you so much before, but now... you treat me like this again... I'm not used to it."

"So you don't hate me now, do you?"

I wanted to withdraw my hand, but he refused.

"How do you feel about me now?"

"nothing at all."

"Tell the truth, or I'll beat you up."

"Okay."

"anything else?"

"Better figure than mine."

"Any more?"

"...the hair is shorter than mine."

"continue."

"... the voice is a few notes lower than mine."

"Is it gone?"

"...Brush your teeth for more than 5 minutes, not even a second less."

He suddenly smiled: "Then do you like me or not?"

I finally withdrew my hand and turned around, with a rare look of a shy answer: "How can it be so casual, if you say you like it, you like it?"

His voice came from behind me: "Is my 999 candles not touching you enough, or you don't like the guitar ring I gave you?"

I turned back, frowning: "What candle, what ring?"

He became impatient again, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a photo and shook it in front of my eyes.

I stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone. It was the restaurant where I worked part-time. There was a huge love heart and a small grass with candles in front of the door.

I stood in the center of love, and Yuan Yan offered me what he called a guitar ring.

I laughed out loud: "Are you proposing marriage? Hahaha, you rich people really know how to play."

But he had an uncertain face: "Is it funny? You were obviously very moved at the time, and you said you would try to like me."

"I said that?"

"I almost recorded the video to show you."

"Impossible, I will not remember what I said myself?"

"Then you mean, this photo is fake?"

"How do I know, what didn't happen anyway, just didn't happen."

"Okay, Gucao, just pretend nothing happened. But remember, I, Yuan Yan, will not give up on you," he turned and left after finishing speaking.

What is pretending?I don't have amnesia, so if such a show of love and death really happened to me, can I not remember it in my heart?