I have experienced too many stories for so many years. It's just that he never appeared in the story I always want to say something to him, but I don't know where he is.
I remember him very clean, and I didn't know what the heavy eyebrows described in the book were until I met him. Just like the first love of many girls. I still clearly remember that when I first met him, I came to the class as a transfer student. As I imagined, I wrapped all the embarrassment with indifference and tried to cover up my anxiety.
That year, the afternoon was sunny, but people were lazy and sleepy. I sat alone in my chair, thinking about something in confusion. After skipping class for half a day, he rode a cool motorcycle, and the deafening noise of the engine woke up most of the students who took a lunch break. I saw him wearing a black and white striped shirt and blue jeans washed clean. I can't count how many holes there are in his trousers. I didn't look at his face. A glance is enough to remember.
Another scene is the high school that I deeply miss. He is wearing a thin dark blue jacket and a black scarf. Send me a message to urge me to finish class quickly. It snowed heavily that day, and I walked through a sea of people, ignoring the books that fell. I just want to rush to the school gate and meet the person who has only heard from others.
Or intuitive traction, I looked through the crowd and found him at a glance. Snowflakes fell in his dark hair and melted silently. I can't forget the starry sky in his hand, and the light green wrapping paper panicked my god. Subconscious escape. I had to run away.
Later, I heard that he fell and arrested a group of fugitives. Close to Zhu Zhechi, and he is close to Mexico, naturally, it is black. There is no contact between us anymore.
I've always known him, and I'm not satisfied with the status quo. With a passion, I want to go further afield to pursue. And reality stifled his dreams and persistence.
Now, we all have our own lives, where is he, good and bad. I don't know. The boy who once pursued his dream can only live in my dreams and memories now. I suddenly remembered a lyric by Eason Chan, "Will you suddenly appear in the coffee shop on the corner? I will smile, wave, and sit and chat with you. How I want to see you and see your recent changes. I don't want to say that I was just a greeting. I just want to say something to you. It's been a long time. "
I forgot to say, "I would like to be a supporting role."