Hello, say you?

Seeing the graduation photo again, I still caught her smile at a glance. Even if I close my eyes, I can still touch her figure in the first place. Just as she can always find me and find the roots of my emotions.

The sunset after school, the same autumn, reveals the bleak, the warmth that originally belonged to the yang, seems to penetrate my body, leaving only the emptiness.

'Hey, say you, what are you thinking? ”

Immersed in the test's defeat, the sun is chilly. Upon hearing this call, I turned my head subconsciously. Under the shadow of the tree, a girl with a clear eyebrows swayed in my eyes.

She is the jewel of our class, but she does not speak much, but she is always very prestigious.

The dry short hair was blown up by the wind, and the slightly sloping bangs, a pair of invading big eyes, like the blue lake, but there is microwave in the calm. The slightly curled eyelashes, like the forest by the lake, project a shadow. She is dressed in a beige shirt and jeans, and her slender legs are seamless, like a perfect piece of art.

"You have a problem with this exam." She glanced at the test paper in my hand as if it were unintentional.

I am silent, like a child who made a mistake.

"Let's go, come with me." She licked my bag and looked at me, "Hey, say you."

I woke up like a dream and kept up with her steps.

There was an open space behind the school, full of weeds, and a natural atmosphere.

He took my test paper, biting his lip, frowning, examining it, and explaining the wrong questions to me.

This is the beginning of my friendship with her.

I started to get familiar with her.

In the class, her civilian is more prestigious than the official. Whoever did not hand in the homework, who fights again, who is rebelling... Those so-called "class cadres" always want her to help. She is very good at learning, but she is not willing to be elected to any position. Sitting in the corner of the classroom, she has the meaning of Tao Yuanming.

"Hey, tell you."

As soon as I heard this familiar voice, the eyes of the whole class gathered on me.

Yes, this "you" is my exclusive.

My fingertips still touched her in the graduation photo. The memories of the past were more or less forgotten, like the traces on the beach were diluted, but her voice looks like iron, and can't be erased anymore.

Hello, say you, how are you doing recently...

Second day: light ink fragrance