Dear Chen Jiu

That was the only time we saw each other before school started.

After the winter vacation, the temperature is gradually rising. I bought an electric car and prepared to ride to and from school.

I had inquired beforehand that the parking lot for high school students was only in the basement, and it wasn't about encountering each other by chance, it seemed more about being able to get closer to someone in this way.

When you like someone, you should get closer to him.

Although we never ran into each other on the way to school, I occasionally stopped to look around when I passed the platform near Chen Jiu's house, although I found nothing.

Occasionally, I would stare at that alley, imagining the lonely and cold Chen Jiu coming out of it on an electric bike with a drawing board on his back, and we happened to meet.

In this way, the small college entrance examination in March is coming soon, and the division of arts and sciences in the first year of high school is also on the agenda.

Lao Xiao asked me to choose essays and theories. I really didn’t care. Anyway, my homework was very evenly distributed. It didn’t matter what I chose, otherwise I would choose art.

When Lao Xiao knew that I was really thinking about choosing art in the future, he blew up as expected, "Have you lost your mind? This is something that will determine most of your future life. Don't joke about it."

"Then do you have any plans for the future? What are you going to do?" I really had no idea about the future. If I was closer, I would catch up with Chen Jiu, and if I was farther away, I would never even think about going to university.

"It's not too detailed, but the general direction must be reasonable."

Old Xiao saw that I didn't mean to turn back from the bitter sea, and tried to pull me ashore again, "Let's not talk about anything else, I have known you since I was a child, you really have no talent in art, I know your thoughts, but I can't see it. bother.

You hang around in front of people every day, and you don't have any real talent in art. When the time comes, people will not only look down on you, but will also annoy you. "

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Chen Jiu is not a superficial person, he is quite thoughtful, or you really want to learn art, really don't be impulsive."

Xiao Wenxi's words were helpful, and finally I chose the physical geography of science, which is commonly known as the school's second "art class".

Generally, those who have poor grades in school and are unwilling to study art end up in this class.

My mother doesn't care about my choice of essays and rationale, as long as it is my choice, she and my father will never interfere.

I will still go to the art class of the second year of high school during the cleaning time at noon on Friday, but I will go half an hour earlier to help Chen Jiu clean the floor of the area he is responsible for cleaning first, and then mop it again.

I also occasionally go outside the studio to watch him paint. When he paints, his expression is very focused. His slender fingers hold the back end of the pencil, and his wrist flexibly bends. I imagine that the vase is not placed on the podium but me.

During that time, my contact with Xiaobai has never been broken.

The hangover candies that could not be delivered and holiday gifts were all sent to Xiaobai. Xiaobai told me that the hangover candy has become the most common small candy of 'Golden and Brilliant'.

At first, when he gave it to Chen Jiu, Chen Jiu still wanted it, but later he refused.

So he simply poured it into the fruit bowl at the front desk, and the waiters who came and went would peel one or two and put them in their mouths out of curiosity about the outer packaging.

Sometimes when customers pass by, they will take it and eat it. They think it tastes good and even ask where they bought it.

But even if one or two got into his mouth, I didn’t buy it in vain. Our interaction gradually decreased. In places where he couldn’t see, I watched his deserted and lonely back countless times, running around in studios, nightclubs and hospitals. .

Shouldering a maturity and weight that does not belong to his age.

It was also in a corner that he couldn't see, and I watched him go away again and again in the "golden and magnificent" night from a distance.

It's as if my soul has been taken away by this man.

I will send him blessing text messages on every festival, and I am still used to preparing gifts for him on every festival.

Stuffed into Chen Jiu's drawer again and again, and again and again when I sat down in my seat the next day, I touched the gift that should have been placed in Chen Jiu's drawer.

I don't know why he doesn't like these, my gift shopping has changed from 'I think this is suitable for him' to 'I think this is a must for art students', scarves are really not that necessary.

So I bought Chen Jiu a 'pencil sharpener fully automatic rechargeable pencil sharpener' for him on his birthday. The note reads 'Happy Birthday! '

There is no reason to reject me now.