In a restless April.

By ten o'clock, Fu Tao got up to leave. The hallway was very dark, and my mother asked me to use a flashlight to see him off. I walked with him downstairs, and the April night wind made us feel chilly. Spring was coming to an end. I accidentally stepped on something and almost fell, but Fu Tao quickly caught me. The night covered my blushing face.

"Okay," I said.

During my day off, I told Fu Tao a story about a diary, but with the main characters replaced by two other girls in our class. Fu Tao commented that the male character in the story was really foolish, and that he wouldn't have believed in the tricks those girls were playing.

It's the boy who used to sing downstairs in my building. He has now opened a bar, which is quite beautiful.

That semester's final exam, I did very poorly. Feng was still the first, and Julie was the second. During self-study classes, they discussed the topics behind me, and I put on my earphones to do my homework, listening to Jay Chou, listening to him sing repeatedly the song I like, "Simple Love": "I want to hold your hand like this and never let go, can love be forever pure without sorrow. I want to ride a bike with you. I want to watch baseball with you. I want to walk like this without worries, singing all the way. I want to hold your hand like this and never let go, can love be simple without harm..."

This Futa, his words are even sweeter than Julie's.

Everyone looks at me with envy.

During the evening, I called Sister Qiu Jia. Sister Qiu Jia said, "Now you're safe, someone is protecting you. Let's see who dares to bully you!"

Yes, yes!" I nodded vigorously and said, "I have warned him on behalf of Sister Qiu Jia many times. It has nothing to do with Sister."

It's just Futa, he is no longer my teacher. When we meet, I will only call him Futa. Whether it's Sister Qiu Jia or him, they will never know the restless April I once went through.

"I can bear it," Fu Tao said, "Growth is about constantly getting hurt and recovering. It would be great if you understood."

A girl who was once deeply hurt by the schemes of other girls has finally safely emerged from her anxious April days. It turns out that growth is precisely because of these pains and anxieties that life becomes so flavorful...

I nodded with a pursed mouth, and then I cried. This is the first time I cried since the incident happened. I didn't cry that day when Julie publicly scolded me, nor when the teacher questioned me, nor when Feng looked at me with incomprehension. Only in front of those who truly understand me, will I cry.

“Why do you need so many friends?” I said, “One good friend is enough.”

"Futao," Sister Qiu Jia smiled and said to me, "My boyfriend is studying English."

Jia Sister burst into laughter and buried her head in the boy's shoulder. I turned my face away and didn't look at them.

“Yes,” said Futao, “but love is not everything.”

Every time Sister Qiu Jia says with a sense of grievance, "You ask Xiao Qiao, is it because he insisted on singing?"

"Actually," I said, "no one is bullying me."

I will go and comfort her for you," I expressed my gratitude and spoke out of turn, who knows if Sister Qiu Jia will listen to me.

Actually, I believe you now," said the wind. "Really. I apologize to you and hope that we can still be friends."

They should think that this is just an accident and not be too sad.

The most unforgettable memory for me is the summer of her first year in high school. There was a boy who came to sing love songs under her window every night. The boy always sang those inexplicable songs. His voice was okay, but he was always off-key. Sister Qiu Jia hid behind the curtain and listened, while I watched her silhouette in the dim light of the room. Her proud expression made me understand for the first time how wonderful and joyful it is to be a girl appreciated by others.

I had heard about the teacher coming for an internship a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to be Fu Tao. As soon as he stepped onto the platform, someone exclaimed, "Wow, so handsome!" The whole class burst into laughter, and Fu Tao also laughed. While laughing, he secretly gave me a glance, and my heart suddenly became clear. During the break, he came to me and said, "Lin Qiao, it's really a coincidence. It seems that I am destined to be your teacher."

I looked carefully and indeed it is.

Sister Qiu Jia looked at me with warm eyes and said, "I know, I believe in you."

At the end of April, Futao also finished his internship. He left in a hurry and I didn't have a chance to say goodbye to him. He left a smiling figure on my English practice book, with the words "remember, keep smile on your face!" written next to it.

Jiajie Qiu's chest rose and fell as she said, "I never want to see a narrow-minded man!"

The boy said to me, "You were the little follower back then, how did you grow so tall without even noticing?"

"Why not?" Sister Qiu Jia said, "We just went to see an art exhibition, I am not someone's accessory!"

I couldn't help but laugh. He said, "Yes, yes, that's it. You look so beautiful when you laugh." After he mounted his bike with his long legs, he quickly disappeared from my sight.

If Sister Qiu Jia hurts you, would you also forgive her?

Since I was twelve years old, I have been following her around all day. I like her not only because she is beautiful, but also because she is capable. I can't write my composition, but she can help me. She can easily write a difficult composition that I find challenging in just a few minutes, and she can easily get praise from our teacher. She is also good at dressing up. She unconsciously changes her butterfly bow hand accessory every day. She can turn my mother's unwanted old skirt into a beautiful cloak, and she can embroider a few purple flowers on the hem of an ugly white dress. She can also play a lot of new tricks, such as having a personal concert with me in the room, singing until her face turns red and her throat becomes hoarse and dry. Or she would save all her pocket money and secretly apply thick lipstick to take artistic photos. I show those photos to our classmates, and they would hesitate and say, "Is that Maggie Cheung? Is it a photo of Maggie Cheung when she was young?"

“So what if it is?” I said ungratefully, “That's my own business.”

I watched the boy shake his head.

Because I lost, I lost to Juliette.

Perhaps it's because she saw a bit of my excellence that the wind started to actively engage me in conversation. Juliet looked very unhappy again. I should have felt a little victorious, but I didn't. I am still very unhappy. I still listen to Jay Chou alone as usual.

I feel a little sorry for Fu Tao.

Actually, it's not worth being so unhappy about such a small matter," said Futao gently. "There are many hurts in life, and forgetting is the best way to heal."

However, the doorbell rang at this moment.

On my first day of school, I encountered a strong wind on my way to school. He and Julie were riding their bikes one after the other, just like how he and I used to. I faintly heard them laughing and talking, afraid that they would see me, so I rode my bike slowly behind them, almost being late.

I didn't understand, and he said again, "Why don't you smile? You always look like an old lady with a straight face all day long."

Jiajie Qiu quickly responded, saying, "Someone framed you?"

I am cleaning the room. I rushed to the kitchen and quickly tidied everything up and then came out. Qiu Jia and a boy named Fu Tao were already sitting on the sofa in my house drinking coffee.

Miss Qiu Jia is my neighbor, five years older than me, and studying Chinese at a normal university.

No, I don't have it.

I spent a lot of time recalling the conversation I had with Fu Tao that night. I remembered the afternoon when I almost died, feeling that life is always full of mysteries. I am grateful that I didn't die. All of this is just as Fu Tao said, there is still time to forget, time to get hurt, and time to constantly recover.

For a long time, I thought there would be a story between me and the wind. I said to Sister Qiu Jia with some difficulty, "Actually, when I say 'story,' it doesn't represent any special meaning. I just think very simply."

Do I count? He asked me shamelessly.

I said expressionlessly, "You are not wrong, and there is no need to apologize."

Why did Julie win against you? Qu Jia is very interested.

It was that day after school when I saw Sister Qiu Jia and a boy walking out of the building. However, that boy was not Fu Tao. Sister Qiu Jia asked me happily, "Do you still recognize him?"

Just like Qiujia's mother, my mother also worries about me a lot. But what she worries about the most is that I don't have any friends. Other girls are always affectionate and close, coming and going together, while I am always alone, wearing my Walkman and listening to songs that she thinks I shouldn't be listening to. I really like Jay Chou. Once, I watched Jay Chou's mini concert on TV, and after patiently sitting with me for a long time, my mother said with a heavy heart, "I didn't understand a single word. Look at you now, liking all these messy things!" I really like Jay Chou. Once, I watched Jay Chou's mini concert on TV, and after patiently sitting with me for a long time, my mother said with a heavy heart, "I didn't understand a single word. Look at you now, liking all these messy things!"

He is the boy I admire, but he is my sister's boyfriend. Regardless of whether my sister Qiu Jia likes him or not, there is no possibility of my existence in their story. On Sunday, I sat on the balcony in early summer, memorizing English words. I watched Fu Tao ride a bicycle with Qiu Jia, gradually disappearing from my sight. Qiu Jia smiled so sweetly, making me feel that being a girl is wonderful, and being a girl who is doted on by someone is even more wonderful.

Futao said: "Lin Qiao, why do you always seem to be burdened with heavy thoughts?"

Can you do it?

Her last name is a bit strange. Every time she introduces herself to others, she says, "My last name is Qiu, Qiu as in fur coat. Jia, Jia as in Gone with the Wind." After saying that, she lifts her chin slightly, as if she is very proud of herself. But when it comes to the word "Jia Ren," it's not excessive at all. I have never seen a girl more beautiful than Sister Qiu Jia.

This beautiful, capable, and intelligent older sister has made me somewhat idolize her.

Your older sister always talks to me about you, saying how cute you are. "Futao said," I have known her for so long, and this is the only time she hasn't been bragging. "

"At least I will try my best," said Futao.

Yes. I said.

Since I entered high school, I have become a girl without edges and too lazy to be angry.

I didn't argue with her. I let her scold me.

Why?

Futao was right, I am such a silly girl. I often can't even understand myself.

I lowered my head in panic and pretended to listen to the lecture.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, I'm not young anymore, and I'm already in the first year of high school. Sister Qiu Jia is already in her second year. She went to live on campus in college, so I can't see her every day. Unlike Sister Qiu Jia, I'm not as lively. I'm just a dry and dull girl. I hate my small eyes and my tall figure the most. I often borrow other people's eyes to look at myself - not cute at all. This makes me feel somewhat inferior and disheartened. Fortunately, I got into a key high school, but life in the first year is colorless, of course, no boys come to sing outside my window, and without Sister Qiu Jia's company, I feel lonely.

Yes," he said.

I wasn't like this before, it all started because of the wind.

Why are you going on dates with other guys?" I asked Jiajie in confusion.

I can finally smile at the wind and Juliette with a clear and transparent heart of forgiveness, like the clean and transparent blue sky.

"I don't know," I said quietly, then rode the bike away quickly.

I found myself liking Fu Tao just like I like Sister Qiu Jia. I really hope they don't have a falling out. Fortunately, a few days later, they made up as if nothing had happened. Sister Qiu Jia said to me somewhat smugly, "He can't live without me. He was the one who apologized first."

These are two different things," Fu Tao said, "Being trustworthy is the most important."

Shameless. I muttered under my breath.

It turned out that he was unhappy about Qiu Jia dating other guys.

So I stayed at home reading books for the whole winter vacation. Gradually, I began to enjoy reading. Futaos class was very lively. He was also an excellent and outstanding boy. No wonder Sister Qiu Jia would like him. They were a handsome and beautiful couple, and their love was as sweet as the protagonists in "Crystal Love". But one time, they had a big fight at my house. They argued so loudly that Sister Qiu Jia screamed at Futaos to leave, and he slammed the door and left without looking back.

"No need," Fu Tao said, "Just listen carefully and don't worry about anything else."

Well, that's true. "Sister Qiu Jia said, "Xiaoqiao, you promised Sister to be happier. Unhappy things are in the past, so don't dwell on them all the time."

Then he said, "Girls don't need to be too smart, it's better to be a silly girl like you, cute."

In the hesitant gaze of the wind, I know that I have been completely hurt, but I still don't know how to heal. I can only bear this sometimes faint, sometimes sharp pain alone in the darkness of growth.

Unfortunately, Sister Qiu Jia's father always angrily drove away that boy every time, while Sister Qiu Jia's mother interrogated her three to five times a day, fearing that her thoughts might have gone astray.

You are still young, what do you know!'' Mom Qiu sighed and touched my head, saying, "Girls really make people worry."

His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers landed forcefully on my test paper. His pronunciation was clear and pleasant to the ear. Unconsciously, I thought of the wind and felt that it was far inferior to the roaring waves. My thoughts wandered aimlessly. He gave my head a hard knock and said, "What are you thinking?!"

Keep smiling, it's really important.

I was startled and stopped speaking.

Futao's class quickly gained everyone's recognition, and handsome he quickly became the new idol of his classmates. I call him Teacher Fu at school. During class, he constantly asks me questions and looks at me with expectant eyes whenever there is a difficult problem. I try my best to answer correctly and show off. I spend a lot of time learning English, afraid to disappoint him. In the small test that time, I unexpectedly ranked first in the class. Futao and Sister Qiu Jia took me to see a movie together, saying it was a reward for me. During the sad love movie, Sister Qiu Jia and Futao held hands tightly. My heart felt a little sour. I knew it wasn't because of the movie, but I didn't know why.

For the first time, a boy praised me in such a different way. I was completely at a loss as to where to put my hands and feet.

One day she yelled that her diary was lost and cried her heart out in class. Later, they found that diary in my drawer.

At night, I lay on my small bed, feeling scared and wondering, if it weren't for Sister Qiu Jia and Fu Tao knocking on the door, where would I be now? I really don't know what it's like to die. Can it really bring relief and happiness? The more I think about it, the more scared I become, and I tightly wrap myself in the blanket. Mom pushed the door and came in, she didn't notice anything unusual about me at all, but was very excited because Sister Qiu Jia and Fu Tao promised to help me with my studies. Sister Qiu Jia even made a military order to ensure that my grades quickly enter the top ten. Mom pushed the door and came in, she didn't notice anything unusual about me at all, but was very excited because Sister Qiu Jia and Fu Tao promised to help me with my studies. Sister Qiu Jia even made a military order to ensure that my grades quickly enter the top ten.

I believe I will also wait for that day.

I found it was Sister Qiu Jia in the doorway, so I let her in. A tall boy was following her. Sister Qiu Jia screamed, "I even let Fu Tao come to see my beautiful sister, but look at you, look at you, with your messy hair and dirty face, you've ruined my reputation."

Later on? she asked me.

Cry, cry. Poor little Qiao. Sister Qiu Jia patted my back and said, "Cry for a while, louder."

I lowered my head in silence. He patted my shoulder and said, "Lin Qiao, smile."

I lean on her, and her body is soft and warm. Only she understands me in this world.

I'm really afraid of going back to school, but we still have to go back.

I asked Sister Qiu Jia, "What happened to you guys?"

Then why do you still want to make up the class for me?

Do you really love Sister Qiu Jia a lot?

I hated him at first sight. Sister Qiu Jia smiled and whispered in my ear, "Don't tell Fu Tao, otherwise he will be unhappy. I'll go to the bar and come back."

The next day, I thought Futaowould not come, but he still came on time to substitute for me. I asked him, "Are you angry with Qiu Jiajie?"

The wind stopped my car on the way home from school and said, "Lin Qiao, I feel like you hate me."

Later, we stopped talking," I said.

Wind is my classmate in junior high school. We didn't talk much before, but we gradually became familiar with each other in high school because our seats were close. In a strange campus, maybe because we were old classmates, I always felt a sense of familiarity with him. Wind is the kind of boy destined to excel. He was the class monitor in junior high school, and he still became the class monitor in the prestigious high school where talented students gathered. Many girls in our class admire him, especially his desk mate, Julie. Wind is the kind of boy destined to excel. He was the class monitor in junior high school, and he still became the class monitor in the prestigious high school where talented students gathered. Many girls in our class admire him, especially his desk mate, Julie. Julie's grades are also very good, and she has a sweet mouth. Every time she praises Wind, she can do it without leaving a trace. I don't have that ability. But Wind is very good to me. Sometimes he looks at me with a special look, and sometimes he walks with me after school. The bike rides slowly. He said to me, "Lin Qiao, it seems like you don't have many friends."

That night, Futao sat at my house waiting for Sister Qiu Jia. My mother treated him as an honored guest, serving him tea and offering cigarettes. Futao politely said, "Thank you, I don't smoke." He looked clean, tall, and handsome, much better than that boy who runs a bar. I really hate Sister Qiu Jia, but I can't say what I know.

You will lose all your friends if you are so stubborn.

Is it because of the diary? " He cut straight to the point.

My parents stayed up all night worrying about me. I fell to the bottom ten in the class, and during a home visit, the teacher even said I had psychological problems and shouldn't be interested in reading other people's diaries. I couldn't explain and didn't want to. I burned my own diary when they weren't home, using the gas stove. The day my mother left, she told me, "Behave during the winter break. No TV or music." She didn't scold me, but I would have preferred it if she did. When she left, I wanted to hug her tightly, afraid she might never see me again. The ashes of my diary flew around the kitchen as I burned it. I thought that if I kept the gas on after it was burned, dying wouldn't be too painful.