There is a square downstairs in my house, and every day in the evening there will be a variety of soulful and majestic "country symphony". My mom is one of them, twisting her waist, carrying out the important "square dance". It was the second day of the new year, and I was walking downstairs to drop off my mom's cell phone.
After delivering the cell phone, I walked around the square a few times and heard a car ringing behind me, so I gave way. Surprisingly, the car behind me was still ringing, so I simply stopped and didn't go, letting the car go first, but unexpectedly it still didn't stop. I then turned my head to look, it is such an inadvertent turn back, once the past is like a slide show flashed in my mind.
The person sitting in the car turned out to be my ex-boyfriend, and he was looking at me with a clouded expression. Later the two of us went to dinner, but what do you know, he knew me too well, even I bite my lips, pinch my fingers and some other small actions. We arranged to see each other the next day, and when I got home, I tossed and turned, remembering the "ridiculous things" we had done when we were young.
We are junior high school classmates, but then purely revolutionary friendship, and I for some "small favors" every day to follow his ass running - he is an art student, followed by him to see the comics. I am a comic book enthusiast, as long as there is this, I think the other party is a "good man".
So, under his coercion, I also fell into the ranks of art students, and at the same time in his tutelage, the two of us at the same time into the town's only major high school. After high school, we are still heartless as a good buddy, perhaps I was too white, did not understand that he then stared at me in the gaze of some complex emotions.
In other people's eyes, we fully "childhood sweethearts, around the bed and down" embodied in the best, go home together, eat together, play together, gossip together, together with the torment of youth. I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure if I know what to say, but I'm not sure if I know what to say, but I'm not sure if I know what to say.
He lived with his grandparents since he was a child, and his parents left the country a long time ago. He had more pocket money than the average child, but still could not satisfy a child's desire for affection. He used that money to buy us a couple's cell phone, a Motorola V3, which is still in my nightstand.
We both have a cell phone, every day in the nest in the phone. The next day, I was able to get a panda eye, and I was able to make fun of each other. At that time, he often told me, his family, he envisioned the future, every time, which has me.
By our senior year of high school, we began our final battle. Although by then I already knew my feelings for him, but for the future, very tacit understanding of the feelings picked up, together to the dream place forward. We had the same goal, the more we fought. As it turned out, we both got into our ideal schools.
But I didn't expect that summer vacation, his parents came back and wanted to take him abroad. When I found out, I didn't have much of an up and down because I had already prepared myself mentally, thinking that he would leave one day, but I just didn't expect that day to come so soon.
A few days before he was to leave, I accompanied him to buy all that he needed to buy, and to prepare all that he needed to prepare. It was as if he was just traveling far away, not to the other side of the globe. Just like flying a kite, there was always a string behind him, pulling him, not letting him lose his way home.