Diary of my first love

On the road, the locomotive was speeding like a blue beast, the oncoming whining wind hit his face heavily, and the ponytail swayed in the air like a drunk, but Cui Fu only felt happy, and let out a cry from time to time. There was a weird scream.

Pedestrians on the road saw this lightning-speeding car, and wondered in their hearts which kid was looking for excitement, but never imagined that there would be a girl under the helmet.

But Cui Fu never felt that motorcycles are a man's patent.

Xu was infected by Cui Fu, and Zhang Yu also imitated her, and let out a ghost roar. Because the speed of the locomotive was too fast, the sound was dragged to this end before it could dissipate, like an elongated line , like a child chasing the sound in the wind.

Zhang Yu felt extremely happy, and kept screaming, sometimes using some vocal skills, like the sound made by a dolphin jumping out of the water, high-pitched, ethereal, faintly floating on the deep blue sea; sometimes regardless , Just let go of your voice and shout, just like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties roaring loudly, unrestrained, romantic and unrestrained.

"Isn't it interesting?" Because the speed was too fast, Cui Fu was afraid that Zhang Yu could not hear clearly, so she had to yell.

"Thief jb is interesting." Zhang Yu also yelled back. He didn't think it was interesting to ride this kind of motorcycle before, but now he found out why so many men want to own a Harley motorcycle.

The ultra-fast speed specially stimulates the heart, arouses the wildness and madness in everyone's heart, forgets all troubles, only the straight road in front of the eyes and the wind whistling past the ears.

"You can also swear." Cui Fu was surprised and surprised. She has known Zhang Yu since junior high school. After so many years, she has never seen him swear. He behaves well and has always belonged to someone else. child.I didn't expect that this good boy would have a day of swearing. I must share this good news with Lin Zi when I go back.

"Why can't I say it anymore, I can say it if I want to, and I still want to say that you are a car thief and you are sexy." Zhang Yu became arrogant.

Come on, Zhang Yu also said that he was addicted, why did he feel like he was very drunk, and he didn't smell alcohol.Cui Fu thought.

The car was driving very fast, and I had already seen the school gate.

Seeing Zhang Yu like this, Cui Fu was worried about letting him stay in the dormitory, so she planned to take him to the house she rented at school. Speaking of which, half of the house belonged to Zhang Yu, but Zhang Yu said To try the feeling of living in a dormitory, his room was temporarily vacant.

"Ah Yu, let's live at my place first." Cui Fu asked for Zhang Yu's opinion symbolically, and before he could answer, the locomotive drove towards the family courtyard.

"I haven't promised you yet?"

"Then you promise?"

"Of course I agree."

"That's it."

The boring conversation between the two floated in the wind, but it was familiar and unrestrained.

Parking the car in a special parking lot, Cui Fu helped Zhang Yu, who had weak legs, into the house, and teased, "Isn't it crazy in the car? How come you become a soft-legged shrimp when you get out of the car."

"May I help you recall the first time you rode a motorcycle?" Zhang Yu, who has a lot of black history with his friends, is not afraid of this little tease, just take out a little, it is enough for Cui Fu to recall.

Sure enough, Cui Fu had a dark face, but she had no choice but to calm down, opened the door, and threw Zhang Yu onto the sofa.

"Your room's sheets and everything are new, just sleep at night. There are cakes and snacks in the refrigerator, you can solve it by yourself." Cui Fu sat on the back of the sofa, watching the huddled ball with slightly worried eyes, Can't wait to shrink into Zhang Yu on the sofa.

"I have beer here, do you want a drink?"

Facing Cui Fu's eyes, Zhang Yu slowly straightened up, half serious and half joking, "If you don't want it to be fake, just give it to me."

Cui Fu took out a box of beer from the locker, picked up half of it and put it back, then put it on the coffee table with a bang, and said in a vicious voice: "That's all, and I can only drink so much. If I drink to death, I won't do it for you." You collect the body."

Zhang Yu withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and said in relief: "An', An, my life is so precious, how could I waste it on this matter, I just need some time to adjust myself."

"I hope so."

Zhang Yu suddenly thought of something, and was about to carefully remind someone who was on fire, "Sister Fu, I remember you have a professional class today, aren't you going to go?"

Cui Fu glared at Zhang Yu angrily, "I won't go, I'm afraid that someone will go into a corner by himself, and then he will be depressed to death."

"How could it be?" Zhang Yu naturally knew that the person Cui Fu was talking about was himself, "Don't worry, it's just someone I haven't seen in ten years. I've already prepared myself mentally."

"Really?" Cui Fu didn't believe it.

"Really, it's more real than pearls." Zhang Yu pushed Cui Fu to the door, "You can go to your professional class with peace of mind, your Miejue Shitai is not easy to mess with."

Zhang Yu looked at his watch, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled maliciously, "There are still 15 minutes before Miejue Shitai's class, and you still have time."

"Are you okay?" Cui Fu was still a little worried.

Zhang Yu spread his hands helplessly, "I'm really fine."

"Okay, then I'm leaving." After confirming that Zhang Yu was in a good mood, Cui Fu was really ready to go to class, packed her schoolbag as fast as she could in her life, and was ready to go out.

"Sister Fu!"

"What's wrong?" Cui Fu turned her head to look at Zhang Yu while putting on her shoes.

"It's nothing, I just want to say that it's great to have you as a friend."

"Since you recognize me as the eldest sister, I will naturally cover you." Cui Fu's tone was a little flustered, and she stroked her neat temple hair a little helplessly, put on her shoes in a hurry, and shouted, " It's not good, there are still 10 minutes, I'm leaving first."

The door slammed shut quickly.

Cui Fu touched her hot red face and smiled softly, "Ah Yu, I am the same." It's good to know you.

The door closed, and the house was silent again, and the living room was full of traces left by Trev.She is really an ashes-level rotten girl, and she is a particularly inspirational type.In order to watch foreign rotten dramas, I learned some computer skills, just to watch local live broadcasts over the wall, and there were too few cute cp dog food, so I learned editing and PS on my own, and made some video collections for myself to watch.

The photos and posters of idols who are in pairs and full of love hanging on the photo wall in the living room are the result of her hard work.

But at this moment, Zhang Yu finds these loving pictures an eyesore, and a desire to destroy is surging in his heart, clamoring to tear up everything that is happy in front of him.

It's really ugly, Zhang Yu covered his face in embarrassment.

The sunlight projected from the balcony was so strong that tears flowed down involuntarily.

Zhang Yu got up and closed the dark purple curtains with flowers blooming. The sunlight was blocked out of the window, and the darkness ruled the whole world. This is a corner abandoned by the world, but it is a place where Zhang Yu feels at ease.

Lie and the counselor asked for three days of sick leave, and he was familiar with the road. In the past, when adults thought he was a good boy, he was also rebelling in his own way, including lying and asking for leave.

His fingers hesitantly wandered around on that person's □ icon, finally made up his mind, and pressed heavily.Block it, delete it, and cut it clean if you want to.

The phone was gently thrown up, drew a beautiful semicircle in the sky, and fell heavily on the ground. The screen went out suddenly, and the last light disappeared. Penetrating, with the coldness of night.

In the darkness, Zhang Yu groped his way to his room. He didn't want to turn on the light. The light was so bright that he couldn't rub the sand in his eyes. Only the depth of the night drowned the endless waves like the calm of the sea.

His embarrassment, his pain, and the bitter fruit of his love that hastily withered before it could stretch its petals, wilted into a shriveled fruit, and his tears that were about to flow dry, turned into a cup of bitterness in the most tolerant night Fruit wine for him to drink alone.

He bumped into a lot of things during the period, but he didn't care about them, walking staggeringly like a walking corpse that had lost its soul.

Fell into the soft bed, collapsed a person's depression, Zhang Yu lay on the bed, with the faint light, looked at the Jade Buddha lying in the palm, the Maitreya Buddha was still smiling, as if nothing happened Things can worry him.

For so many days and months, he caressed this Buddha statue, and his lovesickness crossed the river of time and space, and crossed the boundless wilderness. He found him yesterday and smiled in memory; he found him today and enjoyed the moonlight together; he found him tomorrow. "Oh, are you here too?"

As long as he has been in love, this Jade Buddha has been with him for as long as possible, but now it seems that there is no reason to wear it anymore.

He thought of the ring he gave Zhang Zhi, and the time when his grandmother put the ring on his little hand.The grandmother at that time was already very old, and the years had stolen her few lives, and the flesh on her face was sunken little by little, only the small skeleton still supported a piece of withered yellow skin, But it is also engraved with brown spots and wrinkles.

But at that time, his grandmother was his favorite person. He liked the way his grandmother touched the top of his head, the grandmother leaning on the rocking chair and shaking the cattail fan, telling stories about the stars in the starry night sky, and the grandmother's eyes reminiscing about old memories and She always smiled kindly.

When the grandmother handed the ring to him, she told the story of the ring. This was the ring that the grandmother didn't have time to give away, and then it became a knot in her heart for the rest of her life. What she didn't get always had a different meaning, even though she later had a relationship with her grandfather. Had a great time.

She said: It's better not to hide the ring in the box, give it away, even if it is lost in the end, I will always have no regrets.

At that time, Zhang Yu didn't understand why the omnipotent grandmother couldn't even give away a small ring. Later, she realized that love makes people humble.Because I like it, I am cowardly; because I like it, I let go.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Yu's eyes were blank, as if passing through the barrier between life and death. In a trance, he saw his grandmother, a thin person, with a loving and tolerant smile.

The corners of Zhang Yu's eyes got wet, and he said apologetically, "Grandma, I gave away the ring you gave me, but that person seems to have someone he likes."

Grandma didn't speak, but just touched the top of his head, as if comforting her crying self a long time ago.Grandma disappeared, and the jade Buddha in the palm of her hand was shining with green light.

Zhang Yu looked at the Jade Buddha, and smiled sadly (chuang, four times), "Probably when I am old, I will also tell your story to my children, and admit it generously: This is a gift from someone I like, it's a pity He does not love me."

Zhang Yu got out of bed, found a box from the cabinet, and carefully put the Jade Buddha in. It still had the warmth of his palm on it, but he was determined to put it down. He closed the box slowly and firmly, and put Putting it in the corner of the cabinet is like hiding love in the depths of memory.

"Maybe many years later, I will come back and open you up."

Zhang Yu lay down on the bed again, as if feeling an inexplicable chill, wrapped the quilt into a long worm.

There was the fragrance of the sun in the quilt, Zhang Yu was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say:

To be honest, I am a bit sad, there are already more than ten chapters, and no one has collected them.I thought I wrote it with my heart, but just like love, heart is not enough.Everyone just think I'm complaining, although no one may see it.But I will finish it.