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My speculation was proven. On the first day back to school, the students looked at me with strange eyes. When I was walking on the road, I could hear some stings, but when I turned my head to them, they didn't say a word.
In school days, I couldn't even listen to a word in class. Every day, when Mei Zi rode a beautiful car and ran past me in front of me, I would say thousands of times in my heart: "Mei Zi, Mei Zi, come down and talk to me." However, cowardice hit me again.
I once shouted a hundred times in the empty valley: "God, give me courage!" But nothing was left except the empty echo. Will there be a miracle? Wait, I comfort myself, so why not write her a letter? Maybe she will come. But what to write? I spread out the manuscript paper, and small squares smiled at me. I picked up the pen and wrote:
"Plum, I have something important to you. After evening study, I am waiting for you at Canglang Pavilion, and I hope you don't disappoint me."
Zhang Yisheng
2006 .6.20
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After writing these words, I felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. Will she come here? Yes, I'm secretly cheering myself up. But how can I pass the note to her safely? Oh, by the way, while she was not there during the break, she secretly clamped the notes into her Chinese textbook. When I did all this secretly, I ran away from the classroom like a thief.
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Waiting for plums is like waiting for a distant century. After all the students who went to study for the evening, plums never appeared in my sight. She is going to study for evening self-study tonight. Could it be that she didn't receive it? No, I put the note in the Chinese textbook she often likes to read. Besides, there was a Chinese class this morning. Could it be that Zhong Qi discovered it and tore it up? It's impossible. When I put the notes on, there was no one in the classroom.
Besides, today, he saw Zhong Qi, he was very calm and had no strange expressions. Then, she disdains to meet me. Or there are other reasons. My heart suddenly felt like a wound swept by the cold wind, and the pain instantly spread throughout my body. No, I can't give up. I want to see her. I have something to say to her. This belief gnaws me like a poisonous snake, prompting me to take out the manuscript paper again and write the most pious hope on the white manuscript paper.
"Plum, at 7:30 tonight, I hope to see you under the pomegranate tree. I have important words to tell you, if you don't come, I will wait piously until you come."
Zhang Yisheng
2006.6.25
2006.6.25
After writing these coercive words, I was secretly proud. Will she come to the appointment this time? When I put this note solemnly in her favorite Chinese textbook as last time, I was already imagining the wonderful meeting scene.
The long waiting is the most difficult. When that moment gradually approaches me, my fear also grows with one stone. At 7:20, I stood under the pomegranate tree with a nervous mood. Time passes slowly every minute and a second. At 7:35, she hadn't come yet, and my heart gradually sinks in hope. Will she come again? I weave a thousand reasons why she will come in my heart, but when eight o'clock came, these thousand reasons slowly turned into one reason. She could not come again. My heart fell to the extreme, and walked home staggeringly like a wounded soldier who had defeated the battle.
The night is very dark, and a few fireflies traveling at night are swaying in front of my eyes like ghost fire. The radio song at the entrance of the village is sad and sarcastic, it is Dick Cowboy " Last Song "
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reminds me of you who are gone far away
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The last song
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I miss you so much
I want to love you more
just I gave up
There will be miracles in life
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That night, my self-esteem was terrible hurt. I couldn't understand the reason why she didn't come, and I couldn't accept that she was dismissive and contempt. When I staggered to the door of my house, my mother was standing sadly and anxiously at the door. It was then that I suddenly remembered that today was Friday, and it was the day I went home.
I felt very wronged and threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears. My mother hugged me tightly. I saw crystal tears flashing in her eyes. She stroked my head gently, but strangely, she said nothing, which became a mystery that I had been puzzled over the years. Is it because I changed, or I changed my mother, the mother who has always liked to nag.
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Walking alone in the dark night without light is destined to be a bitter lonely journey. When I appeared in the classroom dejected again, Mei Zi's eyes were not as kind and pleasant as before.
She was responding to my occasionally shy and eager eyes with strange and contemptuous eyes. I was simply ashamed. Do I really seem to have committed an unforgivable sin? I shouted in my heart a thousand times, Meizi, listen to me. But will such an opportunity come again?
Meizi's work and rest time is still so regular. It seems that nothing has happened to her. She still goes to school, play, and goes home as usual. But I am like a monster from a foreign land, living in this increasingly strange world with difficulty. I have lost my indifference, ridicule and isolation of my classmates, but the rope left in my heart is always tearing my sensitive nerves. I don’t want to talk to anyone. In a school with more than 500 people, I became a veritable "weird"
(To be continued, please stay tuned)
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