Hi, good evening, I am your emotional blogger, Postman Thirteen.
Tonight, share with you three original stories from the first 464 .
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I am happy to you and don’t know.
I want to contribute, thirteen, do you have any requirements?
has been a little disappointed recently, so let’s add some heavy sugar. I answered.
Then... let's start.
That day, a roommate in the same dormitory asked me to do a favor and said that he was working on a social survey questionnaire recently and asked me to fill in a standard for my partner. I was the best at describing this kind of description that I could not have happened, so I snatched the questionnaire from my friend's hand and sat in front of the table and started writing quickly.
"Done!" I completed all my longing for my partner at a very fast speed, and then handed it to my friend.
"I will leave my happiness for the rest of my life to you." My friend looked at me with disgust, and while refusing ruthlessly, he took my questionnaire.
Just one glance, my friend showed contemptuous eyes.
I thought to myself, isn’t this standard just for us to write something that is impossible to achieve? Besides, I think what I wrote is quite realistic.
For example, one of the standards for height: you don’t need to be too tall or too short. If you are shorter than me, you must be taller than me in other aspects.
has the standard for appearance. Actually, I am Libra . Among the twelve zodiac signs, there are quite high requirements for appearance, but what I wrote is: Just like to like it.
Because everyone has different aesthetic standards, just like some people love to eat durian, while some people can't stand it just by smelling it.
So, if even the public unified standards and think they are good-looking or handsome, then this person is likely to be a public figure.
There is a question in the questionnaire: When will your heartbeat for your partner?
"Hey, what are you thinking?" My friend pulled me back from my thoughts and told me that there would be a welcome party in the evening to not be late. After all, I am the host.
I nodded hard, proving that I really heard what she said.
Yes, before I knew it, I was a college student, and I had longed for a beautiful love before.
I remember that in high school, there was a senior in the school who not only had good academic performance, but also approachable personality.
At that time, I was like an ugly duckling, unable to dress up and did not have good results.
So I study hard every day, even if the progress is small, I believe that only hard work will not let myself down.
It was at that time that the senior appeared in my world.
That morning, I was memorizing words on the stairs in the stairs classroom as usual, and suddenly I was frightened by a loud noise beside me.
When I looked back, I found that it was the senior and... books all over the ground.
"Sorry, did you scare you?" He apologized embarrassedly while picking up the books scattered on the ground.
I didn't say anything, but just walked over to help him organize the books on the ground.
"These are books from the school library." He may be worried that the atmosphere is a little quiet, so he spoke.
"Actually, every time I passed by, I saw you here. It's great, keep cheering."
I suddenly found that there was a bookmark in the fallen book, which read: There are trees in the mountain and branches, and I don't know it.
I hurriedly put it back into the book, afraid that the person in front of me would find his little thoughts.
Yes, I like the person in front of me, but he is too dazzling, just like a sun, just standing beside him, I feel warm.
But I am so inferior that I don’t know how to face him, and I don’t even dare to say a word.
"Thank you, keep cheering, junior sister." After he said this, he seemed to have a curve risen, just like the flower in my heart, blooming with it.
It turns out that he often passes here. I thought to myself, in this way, we have had many moments of getting along.
At that time, I was happy from the bottom of my heart, and every time I came to the entrance of the stairs with a happy mood.
"The 2020th New Student Welcome Party officially begins..."
To be continued
I am the postman Thirteen. I wish you a good sleep tonight, no dreams, and good night.
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