When I first entered junior high school, I noticed him.
Thin, tall, with deep eyes, a warm smile, a rough voice, and a particularly good-looking painting, someone told me that he has won the National Chachacha Award.
So much so that when I think of him now, the appearance at that time is still deeply in my mind, and it pops out at once, as if he never left, so clear, yet so indifferent.
I only know that he and the boy at the same table are good brothers, so good that the same table often mentions him, and I quietly and carefully write down everything about him that the same table casually talks about.
I never dared to ask blatantly, for fear of being discovered this little secret.
He is very good, and you can often hear someone confessing to him, who has a crush on him for a long time.
So what right do I have to like him? When I was in junior high school, I was so ordinary, like a dispensable existence in the class.
Every day I pretended to take a peek at him inadvertently, every day I wondered if he would also notice me, every day I hoped to have a word with him.
I have quietly liked him.
Until one day in the second half of the second semester of junior high school, my deskmate asked me mysteriously: Do you think he is good, do you like him?
I panicked like a deer,
"What do you like or not like about him?" "Just ask what you think of him." "It's good." I just like him!"
"Really?" My roommate looked at me meaningfully. I quickly changed the subject.
By the afternoon of the second day, word about his liking for me spread throughout the classroom.
That's the boy I've always liked. We never said a word. I don't even know why he likes me.
But how ecstatic it is that the boy who has always been liked like a prince also likes himself one day! ! !
To this day, when I think about it, it still feels like a fairy tale of Cinderella.
Unfortunately, I personally broke such a fairy tale.
Fourteen or fifteen years old, the age that was emphasized by teachers and parents, "No puppy love, no puppy love, no puppy love!!!" countless times.
"A good student must never fall in love early." So, I started avoiding him.
A good friend told me that he rejected the class flower yesterday, and the morning exercise class stared at me angrily that day. Is it because of him?
My deskmate told me that he was buried in a book and cried when he was studying on his own that night. He said he didn't know how to express it.
During the summer vacation of summer camp, I received countless silent calls. A classmate told me secretly that I would hang up if he was afraid of making a sound.
Every escape can make me sad all day.
I want to tell him how much I love him! ! ! I wish he could hear my heart.
But the paper shackles of "puppy love" made me turn a blind eye.
Rumors are flying all over the sky, the chattering behind the classmates, those ambiguous eyes...
I finally couldn't stand it anymore, I told the teacher: Teacher, they said I was in love with him.
I swear this is the dumbest thing I've ever done in my life. Levels are like putting love letters on the wall for the public to see.
That's the guy I like so much! ! !
One day a long time later, the same table told me that he asked him yesterday, would he hate me? He said yes. Again, do you still like it? He said like it.
Immediately, my heart collapsed.
I had a crush on the relationship for 3 years, and finally disappeared when I was admitted to a different high school.
I remember writing a classmate record on the day of graduation. More than 50 sheets were stacked together in one person's hand, and I couldn't tell which copy belonged to whom. In the end, everyone had to claim their own share.
But he walked over to my desk, handed my one to me in person, smiled, but still didn't say a word.
In my classmate record, there are very silly questions, "How many boys/girls have you confessed to?" "Who have you ever had a crush on?" All of
these items were filled in "confidentiality".
After high school, I occasionally pretended to casually want to inquire about him. He doesn't have a girlfriend yet, but I heard that many girls like him. In the morning, different girls will rush to buy him breakfast. He was the monitor, and later chose the liberal arts class. . .
He is always excellent. After that, no one knew. I didn't know anymore.
For 3 years, we ended up not saying a word.
If I can meet him again, I really want to summon up the courage to tell him that once, I liked you too.
The person I once loved, what does it look like now.
First love is such a small thing.
The truth is never as dramatic as the movie.
At the end of the movie, when the hero was flipping through the album, I was already in tears.
There are few misses in movies, but life never goes as one wishes.
I think the most appropriate ending for the movie should be the moment when the heroine gets the album, give a long shot, laughing and crying less enthusiastically and less sadly. Knowing how happy it is that the person you like also likes you is the result of life, not the so-called sudden and inexplicable together 9 years later on such an occasion.
In this day and age, no one is willing to believe that they have done nothing for 9 years, and at the same time they are only waiting for one person.
But is such a bloody ending that we all want to see? Or do you hope that the hero and heroine can be together, or do you want to hope that everyone has not changed in 9 years?
If it ends up being an open-ended suspense, will we be jumping and lamenting here again?
My 5 stars, all for what we want and need.
I think the best movies are those that make people feel the same way.
Some people say that your day starts from whether you turn left or right when you go out. An inadvertent start, followed by a completely unpredictable cause and effect. It is always ignorant when experiencing it, and the short-term result is an instant cause.
Today, when we are busy all the way and have no time to look back, the years of fifteen or sixteen years old are gone and never come back.
So, thank you for this movie, it reminds me of such wonderful little things.
I will continue to believe in fairy tales, which is happier.
Goodbye, prince.
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