At the end of the physics experiment, this boy named Pinocchio suddenly stuffed a note in my pencil box. Those thin pieces of paper are sandwiched between my highlighter pen, gel pen and ballpoint pen. I rummaged through it several times and finally found it.
There are six words written on it: muddy but not dirty. I absently asked Pi Nuo Qi: What? He smiled at me: Haven't you read Irene's Theory? You can only watch from a distance, but you can't play.
To tell the truth, if I hadn't tried to control myself, my face would have turned red. I was ecstatic, but I still kept a straight face on the surface.
After the experiment, I ate with Liao Liao. When crossing the big playground, Liao Liao said, hey, do you know that Pinocchio in our class has been pursuing Miss White Chocolate who fainted in military training in Grade One of Senior High School recently? I heard that I wrote her a love letter.
My brain was spinning so fast that I thought of Pi Nuo's note. I don't think he said I was too lofty to pursue me, so he could only look at me from a distance.
I feel a little smug. Like all girls aged 16, I have a little vanity and imagination. I don't want to fall in love, but I am eager to be appreciated.
Actually, I'm not interested in boys like Pinocchio. He is sloppy and often wears a basketball vest. His open shirt bulged like a ball because he walked like a gust of wind, and he also had a bad smile. Today I sit next to this girl, and tomorrow I sit next to another girl.
However, the indisputable fact is that I really hope Pinocchio will come to talk to me. Because he only talks to beautiful girls.
Pi Nuo Qiqi is playing basketball at the back of the classroom, making a loud noise. The students all left, so I shouted to him, Pi Nuo, would you please go out and play basketball?
He smiled at me with a basket in one hand. I remembered the note he gave me, and I was a little absent-minded. He suddenly made a face: Lin Min, come here, come here.
If my stubborn and unyielding attitude towards life is sonorous and bitter, Pinocchio showed me another way of confrontation, that is, relaxed and lovely.
I walked over. He leaned into my ear as if he had something to say. But he didn't speak. My face turns red slowly, so hot. Finally, I jumped out like a grasshopper and said, what's wrong with you?
He scratched his scalp: Oh, nothing, just to see if you have dandruff.
He's really bored. But since then, I have to get up early for half an hour every day, and then go to the canteen to open the water and wash my hair. I think it would be a great shame for a boy like Pi Nuo to find that he has dandruff on his head. I don't know why.
Pi Nuo found my secret.
In fact, Pinocchio is just surnamed Cao. He got this code name, of course, because he often lies. For example, he often goes to the civic square in the city center to bask in the sun, and when he comes back, he tells his classmates what beautiful women he has seen with blue hair and navel-revealing clothes, but he always tells his teacher, alas, I forgot to bring a book at home, so I have to go back and get it.
I once saw him in the square.
I was born with a bad cold that day. I went to the hospital to draw some blood, hung some salt water, and then followed my grandmother through the public square.
Grandma said she was tired, so we sat on those beautiful wooden chairs by the fountain and rested. The fountain didn't turn on and the music didn't turn on. This afternoon square is lonely.