Kiss my little braid.

I said to Li Duo that I really don't want to study in Jiangzhong. If they force me, I would rather die.

However, I don't have much time to think about these things because the high school entrance exam is already looming. Li Duo's voice on the phone was so confident: "Mai Ya, I swear to pass the entrance exam for the key class at Jiangzhong High School and swear to be your desk mate again!"

Lutian is very famous. I asked and immediately got his ward number.

Mom's lips are covered in blisters. She either goes out or stays at home making phone calls. Li Duo did get into college, but she's afraid to come to my house and upset my mother. I spend my days locked in my small room, writing long, long diaries. I miss a boy named "Little Braid," and I don't know how he did on his exams. But no matter what, maybe none of this has anything to do with me anymore. I'll never see him again. He's like a beautiful sentence from an old essay, only a faint and beautiful memory.

Under the morning sun.

I had been holding back my tears all along, until Li Duo left, and then I quietly shed them.

Dad came over and hugged my shoulders, saying: "Don't tell your mom."

After that, I didn't say anything for many days. I often had the illusion that I would forget about this matter, but I also often unconsciously thought of it, just like a dull old wound that had no scars, but the pain of that year was still so clear and sharp, unwilling to leave.

I don't feel grateful, I always feel that my father is hypocritical.

Don't talk nonsense. "Mom said," If you didn't do well on the exam, it's fine, but do you also want to make decisions on everything by yourself? "

He really heard my footsteps.

I nodded and accepted it.

"Don't praise me," I said, "I don't think I'm cute at all."

"It's easy for you to say," she scoffed at me, "don't you think that five minutes in the morning are more precious than five years?"

Without much ado, they helped me with the enrollment procedures. My father spent almost 100,000 yuan throughout the process. I know they have money, but I don't want them to spend it on me. My neighbor Wang Li, who is only 18 years old, got a scholarship to study in the United States. It's embarrassing that my high school education costs so much money for my parents.

Upon reaching the front, he should turn and no longer travel with me. So, I quickly stole a glance and then pretended to bury my head and continue on my own path, hoping for a meeting the next morning.

I remember that day very clearly, it was Friday. The sky in spring was lightly green. I was supposed to go to Teacher Qin's house to learn the piano, but halfway there I realized I had forgotten to bring the music score. So I turned back halfway and as soon as I pushed open the door, I saw a strange aunt and dad squeezed on the sofa in our house, holding each other tightly, like one person. The aunt's hair was very long, almost covering dad's entire face. I stood there in a daze until dad stood up from the sofa and pretended to be calm, saying to me, "Maya, why are you back?"

Even the crushes between classmates, I know who likes whom.

Yes. Lu Tian said, "That's great. Your braided hair looks really nice. The first time I noticed you was because of your braided hair. But you shouldn't always walk with earphones on, especially when crossing the road. It's very unsafe!"

A passing scenery.

The next morning, I was actually woken up by the heat.

I have a good friend who also got into Jiangzhong. Her name is Li Duo. However, she talks a lot. I dare not bring her to see you, afraid that you will be annoyed.

It was already early summer at this time. Every day, we passed through a small path with dense green shade on both sides. The sunlight dripped like a playful child from the gaps in the trees, occasionally jumping onto his back and then jumping away. I suddenly realized that I still liked his hair, not too long or too short, quietly lying on his scalp like everyone else's.

I do not allow anyone to touch my hair!

What did you say? What do you mean by "not possible"?

The aunt stood up, gave me a slight smile, and then flew lightly past me like a bird. I smelled the fragrance from her hair, which I had never smelled on my mother before. My gaze followed her as she walked out of the door with her colorful skirt, and then I turned my head to look at my father.

Is this written for me? Is this considered a love poem? A love poem written by a sixteen-year-old boy for me?

It's easy to imagine the result. In a situation where my mother had called out several times to no avail, she reluctantly sent away Mr. Liu in a submissive tone. I was so angry that smoke was coming out of my seven orifices, and as soon as the guest left, he slammed my door so hard that it echoed throughout the mountains.

Li Duo," I looked at her again and said, "Why did you cut your hair like this?"

"Hehe," Lu Tian said, "I really do prefer girls who don't talk too much."

I dare not think further.

My dad often goes on business trips, but every time he comes back from a trip, he never forgets to bring gifts for me and my mom. Other girls have to work hard to get what they want, but I often effortlessly obtain it. My favorite gift is a portable CD player made in Japan. As long as it is fully charged, it can play continuously for 120 hours. I usually listen to it when I'm walking alone. My dad even bought me a beautiful little mobile phone, but I don't use it. My favorite gift is a portable CD player made in Japan. As long as it is fully charged, it can play continuously for 120 hours. I usually listen to it when I'm walking alone. My dad said that it will come in handy when I get into the prestigious high school in our area and start living on campus. Mom once said to me in front of my dad, "If you were a son, your dad would be even more willing to spend money."

He still squatted in place.

The older you get, the more unreasonable you become! When my mother scolded me, she said, "Now that you're grown up, you think you have your own ideas and don't need to listen to me anymore, right? You think you can ignore me, right?"

I won't cut it. I became anxious and shouted at my mother, "I won't cut my hair no matter what!"

I walked out of the hospital holding Lu Tian's notebook, the scene was dark and silent. Suddenly, I realized that I hadn't spoken so much in a long time. My tongue was dry and tense.

Wherever you go, sing the appropriate song on that hillside," said the father, trying to mediate. "Go and read a book. If you don't get a haircut, your mother might get angry for one night at most. But if you don't get into a prestigious school, she might be angry for a lifetime!"

I approached him and heard his gentle breathing. He had lost his hair and eyebrows, but he still looked clean and refreshed. He smiled at me and said, "Little braids, can I touch your twisted braids?"

Mom casually hung up the phone and said, "Aren't you busy? I can find someone to come to your place and cut your hair, it shouldn't interfere with your work. You can listen to English tapes while getting your hair cut."

"Yes," said Lu Tian, "Xiao Bianzi is my younger sister. She is three days younger than me."

I don't even know what my mother is talking about, feeling wronged, tears falling down one by one. It was at this moment that my father pushed the door open and, seeing this scene, he hugged me and said, "What's wrong, May?"

The fair-skinned boy slowly reached out his palm and gently grasped my braid. His grip was so light, so delicate, yet I felt an immense weight. I could barely stand steady. Then I saw him bring my braid to his lips and give it a gentle kiss. And then I heard him say, "Little braid, remember to find a good friend, otherwise you'll be so lonely."

Lutian said to his mother: "Mom, this is Xiaobianzi. I see her every day on the way to school. Maybe only she and I walk to school in our school."

I suddenly feel that life is meaningless.

I don't know if it's bad for me to be like this. But I have a lot on my mind and I don't know who to talk to. I also don't know who can help me untie the knots in my heart. I'm a little afraid that I might be the kind of person with a psychological illness as described in books. I can't see that peaceful figure, and I'm constantly in a state of anxiety.

Because of Li Duo's visit, my mother brought up the old matter of cutting my hair again, as if my long hair had some grudge against her, making me feel uneasy.

I have never been good at speaking. Once I sit down, I don't know what to say.

When will you be discharged from the hospital? I said, "I also miss Jiangzhong. It would be great if we were in the same class."

"Isn't it written here?" Li Duo pointed to the newspaper and read word by word, "He concealed it from the teachers and classmates of the school and achieved such good results with astonishing perseverance..."

Then she asked me, "Are you siblings? You really look alike."

This thought startled me fiercely, and I am not even sixteen years old yet.

Sweet but assertive feelings.

I held back my tears and nodded, then buried my body.

I also crouched down and asked him, "Are you okay? What happened?"

I said, "I'm not going, there's still a lot of homework to do tonight."

You are really kind. He smiled and revealed a set of white teeth. He pulled his backpack up to his neck and said, "I am Lu Tian from Class 2, the same grade as you. I am not famous, so you probably don't know me."

Mother Lu Tian is very kind. She took the flowers from my hand, gestured for me to sit, and then went out with a water bottle.

He looked up, and I saw big beads of sweat on his forehead, which startled me. He forced a smile and said, "You're Mai Ya from Class 1 of Grade 9, right? I know you. You play the piano very well."

That day's classes, I attended them somewhat absentmindedly. I never expected to meet him, let alone that he would know my name and even know that I can play the piano. I passed the tenth level of piano when I was in fifth grade, and I performed in the school's art festival once or twice. It seems that his memory is really good.

I heard that the new school doesn't allow girls to keep long hair, but I find myself not so persistent anymore. I can cut off my little braid, the one that was kissed by a 16-year-old boy named Lu Tian, along with his little poem, and lock it into the drawer of my 16-year-old youth, never to be forgotten.

"No, don't!" I hastily waved my hand and said, "I won't go to school in the river, please don't spend money on me."

My mother is happy to know that I am going out. She said, "Just don't stay at home all the time, go out and have fun."

"Mom," I said, "can you give me some pocket money?"

Oh. I said.

Next to it is his photo.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, "Goodbye."

I suddenly feel fortunate that I can study in Jiangzhong, but leukemia sounds so terrifying. Can we still be classmates?

Father's embrace is very warm, I remember being afraid of thunder when I was young. Every time the thunder sounded, my father would hold me in his arms and say, "It's okay, it's okay, Daddy is here." The soft memories of childhood overwhelmed me, and I finally stopped sobbing. But unconsciously, I still struggled out of his embrace.