The gate of National Wuhan University has been rebuilt, which is bigger than the original one. I stood at the door and wanted to take a picture, but the endless stream of people refused to give it to me through a gap.
I was watching and found you holding a camera in the distance. Is it really you? You pulled away the crowd, waved and walked towards me, handed the camera to passers-by and said, take a photo with my girlfriend.
"Hello, hello, take a photo with my girlfriend."
Oh, oh, I just realized that it wasn't you, it was my junior who was nearly ten years younger than you and me. He and his girlfriend are smiling and expecting me.
I took the camera and saw through the lens that the boy grabbed the girl's waist with one hand and pressed the girl's head on his shoulder with the other. The girl pretended to resist while cursing, and finally she smiled brightly, which I left in the camera.
It was clearly us, seven years ago, eight years ago, nine years ago and ten years ago.
At that time, you were wearing a black vest and hurried through the school gate. You bumped into me and looked for something with your head down. The sanitary napkin in my bag was knocked out. I was so angry that I almost cried and accused you. Why you? You must have done it on purpose.
You picked up the sanitary napkin and hid it behind you. You stammered, "I really didn't mean to. I will pay. "
I said, "You don't have to pay." Leave in anger. I heard you say behind me, "Hey, hey, we are in the same class."
What? A class? I looked back at you doubtfully, looking at you. Why don't I remember? No wonder, you crew cut's little eyes have no features, but your muscles are impressive.
I remember you.
From now on, I will always meet you here and there, from a slow glance to a smile, to a happy greeting, to eating in the canteen and playing badminton together.
When I found you everywhere in my life, you confessed in time. You took my hand and said, oh, your palm means you are short of a boyfriend, so I came.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day next semester, the famous cherry blossoms of Wuda University are in full bloom.
Our first photo was taken in front of the old National Wuhan University, which was demolished the year before last. I still remember that I was wearing a white shirt and a blue skirt, and you were wearing a red T-shirt and jeans, saying that it was very photogenic.
You asked a senior to take a photo for us, and then stood at the door side by side with me. The senior laughed and teased you: girlfriend? Can you not be so formal?
So you grabbed my shoulder with a red face, and my senior was still looking at us with joy, but refused to raise the camera. It was not until you suddenly realized that you broke my head on your shoulder with your other hand that the senior "clicked".
Unlike junior year ten years later, the hand you held on my shoulder was sweaty, and the hot and humid body temperature passed through my shirt and reached my heartbeat. When I first got in close contact with the opposite sex, I was sweating like a pig.
Later, when we talked about each other's embarrassment, we would hug each other affectionately. You said that it is a good thing to meet a good senior and get up the courage to do what you have been thinking for a long time.
At night, covered in muscles, you carried me across Sakura Avenue, panting and saying, I could have done such a romantic thing.
I am very happy, I fell in love with this cherry blossom, and I fell in love with the unique you.
We never missed a cherry blossom in our sophomore and junior years, leaving all kinds of photos, including photos of me sneezing while eating ice cream, photos of you lying on the ground and snapping photos for me, and photos of the year at the school gate.
It's a pity that senior three came too early. Although I am very grateful for the free and radical learning atmosphere of Wu Da University, which has enabled us both to have the ability of self-planning and self-pursuit, we began to have differences because of this different dream.
I am familiar with your career blueprint, because I have heard it many times. You want to go to Hong Kong for further study, but I can't give up my beloved Beijing.
I am a northern girl. I love Beijing for no reason, just like you love Shenzhen now.
We broke up several times to convince each other.
Finally, stubborn, I picked up my luggage and went to practice. At that time, it was only February, and just after school started, we were separated from each other, who were favored by our classmates.
I catch the subway in snowy Beijing, and you bury yourself in your studies in Wuhan, which is full of spring.
I put on high heels, red mouth and blue eye shadow, and you put on vest, shorts and slippers.
Cherry blossoms in March, I'm waiting for you to call me back and take pictures. But you didn't. I couldn't help buying a ticket and rushing back to school. I want to give you a surprise. I just know that you went to Hong Kong for an interview. Maybe you wandered around Disney.
The corner of the campus is full of memories. I raise my camera to shoot cherry blossoms, and the gentler I am, the more painful I am.
I will graduate soon, and I don't want to leave any regrets. I rented a bachelor's uniform to stay as a souvenir for myself and KINOMOTO SAKURA.
When you came back, you looked at it silently and said nothing, but said to wash one for me. I washed it.
Then I graduated.
No one said goodbye, so it was very light.
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Ten years later, when I returned to Wu Da University, I couldn't see our classroom. It was full of people, all young and tender faces, just like us in those days, but not us in those days.
Hehe, it's really sad.
I remember two years after graduation, you came back from Hong Kong and visited Wu Da University. You even sent me photos.
It rained heavily in Beijing that day. I just got scolded by my boss. I walked around the company downstairs with an umbrella. It doesn't matter if your shoes and clothes are wet.
The workplace is not as easy as I thought. I have done my best for the better self in my mouth and for the better self in your eyes, and I am also exhausted.
When I received the picture of the classroom you sent me, my defense suddenly collapsed. I dialed your phone in the heavy rain and asked you again and again: really forget it, forget it, come to Beijing, come to Beijing.
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Later, when I was tired of crying, I found that the phone had hung up and the company had already left work. I touched my face and took the subway back with my used makeup. It still waits for me alone.
I don't blame you or the time. Because we are not sure, we are separated in the vast sea of people.
That night, I wrote more than ten thousand words for myself and for you. They say that there must be a ceremony in love, marriage is one kind, and breaking up is also one kind.
I used all the seemingly unpleasant words to describe the face of our university for four years. I'll tell you why cherry blossoms are white, because it's a funeral for love.
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This time, I also photographed our classroom and sent it to you, saying that the classroom was full of people, but it was not us.
I didn't expect you to reply to me soon. You are a little unhappy. You said, don't be too busy taking pictures. There are too many people. Watch your son.
Yes, the long letter after graduation two years later has not become a dear John letter, but a laughing stock that you often mention.
You said that that year, you were sitting outside the classroom in Wuhan, listening to my crying with your mobile phone, and you were very sad. You took an early morning flight to Beijing, landed on your mobile phone and read my dear John letter.
The first thing you said when you met me was that cherry blossoms are white because they are white. Don't create chaos ... Do you have a boyfriend? If not, it's still me.
I was so shocked that my jaw fell off. I don't think you need to do this. Running around is a waste of life.
You said, you didn't go around, you just started all over again.
You said, I spent so much time chasing me, how can I throw it away?
You said that time will give true love, so let's make up for it in two years.
Later, you signed a job in Beijing, and it only took me half a month to figure it out and get back together with you.
No, my son is four years old.
We walked hand in hand for a long time. I lost my job, you failed, I was annoyed and you regretted it. But fortunately, everyone holds their son firmly in one hand and will not be separated again.
Now, we live in Shenzhen. You have been to Beijing for me, and I will accompany you in Shenzhen.
The cherry blossoms are in bloom, and I applied for a business trip. When our son is old, it's time to look at our youth footprints.
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You probably thought your reply was a little blunt. After five minutes, you added:
The classroom is crowded with people. There must be us in there.
I think, yes.