Letting go is also a kind of happiness

If life is just like first sight, how good! I am also me, you are also you. Without starting, there is no end.

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"If you really can't get it, don't let it go, let go! It's not so kind of happiness." Open the photo album, and the words of friends echoed in my ear. Everything I used to have been played in my mind like a lens, and the past is vivid.

In your memory, you are always sitting under the electric fan and discussing with your classmates. The hairs on your head that are always taken care of and disobedient are swaying with the ups and downs of the body. Looking over the hair, it is the blackboard that you made with your heart.

---- There are still four months from the graduation exam.

Suddenly, a tooth hurts. The toothache that had never been seen was inexplicable. Later, I went to the hospital to check that I knew that it was a tooth decay.

When I was a child, my mother said to me, "Don't eat so much sugar, be careful to grow your teeth later." Now it is really long, and the toothache has been frequent since then.

Pushing the bicycle out of school, I heard you and people talking and laughing. Looking back, you are pushing the bicycle against the sun, and there is a girl next to you. The afterglow of the setting sun shines like your ink painting.

The inexplicable tooth on the left hurts.

I know that girl, my classmate, I don’t know when you started together, and I don’t know when we started to have an intersection. I just listened to my classmates saying that you have always been treated as a gossip. I didn't have to believe until I saw you together. I didn't have too many words, just turned around when I heard about you again.

The other teeth started to hurt. It hurt for a long time, so I went to the hospital. The doctor suggested that I immediately unplug it, but I refused.

"It hurts, is it? Go and pull it!" Friends also suggested.

"When you graduate, you can pull it out again." I promised.

Later, the exam, graduation, and parting speech were left in each other's classmates. Your gift is only a short three words "Let's let go!", I smiled bitterly.

Maybe this ending is very good. I really want to have a dream. After waking up, we walked back to the parallel lines and belonged to their own trajectories, living a life that never intersected.

Sitting on the balcony looking up at the stars, fiercely quarreling math problems, the big blackboard made at night, and the back of the bicycle and the girl in the sunset. They become a variety of sweets, and glass candy paper shines with dazzling light.

I used to have fangs. The sweetness of just one sugar made me feel cold and cold, but now I have pulled out the fangs and it doesn't hurt.

Letting go is actually a kind of happiness.

The second day: look back and smile