This is a story I don't want to remember. At that time, I tossed and turned and fled, and I couldn't forget it. Now, as I think deeper and recall more thoroughly, I begin to calm down. Two years ago, I touched the slate and wrote a poem for myself as a souvenir.
friendship
I vaguely remember your face.
I vaguely remember your figure.
A path that has already matured like a sculpture.
It's curved and long.
Qingming every year
Always bring her to see you.
White clouds are floating in the sky.
Is that you?
Remember what you once said?
Remember the place where you used to laugh?
People will never go back to ancient times.
Sadness is accompanied by dazzling white light.
Slowly
Slowly
Disappeared in the clouds in the sky.
Yiyi Yu Xiang
I met her by accident. That day, I read a book "Mission" written by Zhu in the library, which described the confrontation between justice and evil.
At that time, I liked this kind of novels very much, so I spent an afternoon reading them like a swallow, but that's why I got to know her. When I walked out of the reading room and was addicted to books, the heavy rain had blocked my fantasy of going back to the dormitory.
Just when I hesitated, she came!
She came to me in an elegant dress, with a book I borrowed many times in her arms-A Brief History of Time.
Every time I come to borrow this book, the librarian tells me that it has been borrowed. Unexpectedly, it appeared in front of the library and in the arms of a girl. I've been staring at that book, regardless of whether the other person is a beautiful girl.
Old classmate, what brings you here? It's impolite to stare at girls like this.
It is you!
If it weren't for me, you would have been called a hooligan a thousand times.
Haha, too!
She forgot her umbrella, too, so I took this opportunity to ask her if she could lend me the book.
I still remember her expression. She stared at me for a long time with big eyes flashing with surprise, and then asked me: Do you like the universe, too?
I don't like people who are so brazen and borrow books from you as soon as they meet.
So, we talked about the vast universe, red and blue drift, nebula and antimatter, uncertainty principle, time arrow and other knowledge until her classmates came to pick her up.
When she left, she not only lent me a book and an umbrella, but also left a way to communicate.
When they hid under an umbrella and walked into the rain, I vaguely heard her classmate shout to her in the rain: I don't want to see what you usually leave for other boys. It's raining today. Why is the sun still shining in the west and spring is here? Have a crush on him?
You only have spring!
Second, quantum mechanics and atomic physics
This is a textbook of Wuhan University, which explains the structure and energy of atoms in detail.
That autumn, she and I studied this book in the library. Because of her help, I learned a lot of quantum knowledge: wave function and Schrodinger agenda, conserved quantities of systems, hydrogen-like systems and so on. This knowledge has strengthened my determination to transfer to the postgraduate entrance examination.
My determination should also come from her faint fragrance and long hair with supple shawls, as well as her thoughtful views on the knowledge of quantum materials.
It was also at the end of that issue that I learned that she had entered the postgraduate entrance examination stage.
I thought about a question: as long as she has no distractions, with her knowledge structure, it is not difficult to take the postgraduate entrance examination!
At that time, I was ignorant. Knowing the news of her postgraduate entrance examination, I stopped going to the library and gradually moved away from her. I don't think I should disturb her study, but she can always find excuses and reasons, so I can't say an excuse not to see her.
Third, a pig.
She has a tall and symmetrical figure, a tall and beautiful face and a quiet temperament. She was recognized as a beauty in middle school.
I remember when she was in middle school, there were many suitors, but because of her unique preferences, she didn't have a boyfriend until the end of her four years in college. She told me that in this school, there was a handsome boy who was obsessed with her for three years.
I have met that boy, and he is really handsome and sunny.
Chatting in her spare time, she always talks about him with me. Judging from the way she talks, I think she is very satisfied with him.
I think they should be together!
It was very cold that day. After I left the library, watching her shrink her hands and hold books made me male chauvinist. I took off my coat and put it on her.
Unexpectedly, this little concern has become the beginning of a nightmare.
At lunch time the next day, she was already waiting for me downstairs in the dormitory. She should send me clothes and books. When I took the clothes from her, she hesitated and whispered, can you go for a walk with me in the playground?
I looked at her bloodshot eyes and nodded silently.
Along the way, she asked me three questions:
Do you have a girlfriend?
number
Have you ever liked someone?
No ... I don't know.
You are such a pig. You don't know what to ask, so do you want to take the postgraduate exam in physics department?
On this last question, I thought for a long time before telling her: not really.
Seeing that I didn't want to answer her questions, she asked me to send her back to the dormitory. When I watched her walk into the dormitory door, she turned and smiled at me, and then said, one person has been missing these days!
I smiled too: I seldom go out.
I was so stupid that I couldn't even see my heart clearly. Except in my dreams, I always dreamed that she was wearing a white suit and smiling at me.
Fourth, I was beaten.
I'm a loner. I always have been. As soon as I got out of the teaching building that day, I was surrounded by several boys who were five big and three thick, and I was beaten black and blue with footprints. If my friend hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have been killed.
Afterwards, I learned that the group of people who beat me were also students of our school, students of the physical education department.
I have nothing against them. Why did you hit me for no reason?
A kind of revenge and anger arose, and I decided to answer blows with blows.
Since I was beaten, I stayed in the dormitory for a week, and naturally I haven't seen her again.
I didn't see her until Tuesday of the next week in the reading room. I learned from her that I was beaten by mistake and that she was with them.
I thought for a long time and was silent for a long time, pointing to my bruised cheek and saying, bless you, I think it's better not to meet again!
She smiled and apologized to me again and again, and finally nodded in agreement.
Fifth, her nightmare.
Everything is fake, just because you can't get the body.
Some time after returning to school after the holiday, she saw something she shouldn't have seen: her best friend actually slept in the same bed with her boyfriend, and they also said some slanders about her-they said that she pretended to be lofty, but she was actually a bitch with two feet at heart.
She stood at the door dumbfounded and looked at their wonderful performance numbly.
Her heart seemed to be broken at that moment. She is not as beautiful and open as her best friend, but that's not the reason why they betrayed her.
She quarreled with him and finally got the answer she wanted. Reasons for betrayal: He stayed with her for several months. She not only refused every suggestion of going out to play, but also stayed with me shamelessly. He thought she was having an affair with me.
Unexpectedly, she did not hesitate to cut off contact with me, but in the end she did not get his trust and understanding.
That night, she asked me out for the first time and bought me a drink.
She was drunk. She is talking nonsense.
Do you like me?
A little ... I don't know.
Then hug me!
..... You're drunk, don't drink, I'll send you back.
I'm not drunk. Aren't you all the same Are you the same? You just have to think about that kind of thing.
……
Just say if you don't like it. I don't want you to drive me.
It's not a question of liking it or not!
liar ...
In my opinion, it is very common to break up without sex, because most of my roommates do so.
After comforting her, I sent her back to the dormitory.
Unexpectedly, this is the last time we meet.
Three days later in the morning, I just got up to prepare for class when I heard the news of her jumping from the seventh floor.
I rushed frantically to the scene of the accident.
The scene was isolated when I went, and no matter what I said, the police wouldn't let me in to see her.
Across the cordon, I saw her head full of blood, lying stiffly in that pool of blood, only the white dress that was not contaminated with blood was still so eye-catching. I didn't see her face until the police finished investigating the scene and put her in the body bag. That beautiful face is blurred and illegible!
I can't hold back my tears any longer. I don't know whether I am sad or sad enough to cry!
Its sixth singularity
Later, when I looked through the notes she left that morning, the old and new accounts surged in, and hatred blinded my reason.
There are still lingering tears on the paper, only a simple sentence: I can't believe he is an animal, farewell to the world!
I got back at that guy in a cruel way, broke his humerus and pierced his kidney. This attempt ruined me and him.
However, the result was unexpected, he finally recovered, and I only got the punishment I deserved.
Later, I completely gave up the idea of taking the postgraduate entrance examination.
I think she is such an excellent talented woman in physics that she has never been able to figure out this singularity in her life. How can we find out? So I joined literature, because I don't think I can figure it out after studying for a few more years, so why not just give up?