Kiss my little braid.

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

On the third day after saying these words, Lu Tian was no longer able to function. When I approached his sickbed, there were already many people gathered around. Then I heard him say, "Step aside and let Xiao Bianzi in."

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

I nodded and accepted it.

Hello! I said, "Do you have a stomachache?"

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

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

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

Even if I am called shameless, I still want to think this way.

When he reached the front, he should have turned, no longer traveling with me. So I quickly stole a glance, then pretended to bury myself in my own way, hoping for a meeting the next morning.

I suddenly feel that life is meaningless.

Nonsense. Dad rarely treats Mom so harshly: "What's wrong with Maiya?"

I bought a beautifully crafted book of poetry for him. He leaned against the head of the bed and listened to me read poetry. My voice was soft, and suddenly I felt very confident. When the nurse looked at me, I smiled sweetly at her.

I approached him and heard his gentle panting. He had lost his hair and eyebrows, but he still looked so clean and fresh. He smiled gently and said to me, "Little braid, can I touch your twisted braid?"

Li Duo was my desk mate in elementary school. After we went to junior high school, we didn't attend the same school anymore. However, Li Duo would sometimes come to my house to visit me, or we would hold hands and stroll around the streets, and go to the music store together to pick out CDs. I like listening to music, and I save up money to buy CDs. After picking out the CDs, we would listen to them on the way home with our own earphones, which looked both good and dangerous. However, I'm not sure if we are considered good friends or not. If not, then I don't have any good friends. After picking out the CDs, we would listen to them on the way home with our own earphones, which looked both good and dangerous. However, I'm not sure if we are considered good friends or not. If not, then I don't have any good friends.

Under the morning sun.

I read Lu Tian's poem under the light.

Early in the morning, the sun has already covered the sky, and the thick, dry air pours in through the window. It seems that the summer I dislike the most has truly arrived. My mother's anger has not completely dissipated. She made breakfast for me with a black face. I ate a few bites hastily and left with a heavy school bag.

After receiving the admission letter from Jiangzhong, my mother's face eased a lot. She spoke to me in a soft and slow voice, and even wanted to take me out for a trip. However, I don't want to go. I would rather stay at home all day.

Okay. I reached out to help him up, but my hands were weak and it took me a while to pull him up from the ground. Then I said, "Don't go to class, go to the hospital and get checked out. What's your home phone number? I'll call for you."

I always go to school early and walk slowly on the tree-lined path until he passes me and walks ahead of me, then my footsteps will become normal. But today, as soon as I turned the corner, I saw his back. It seems that he got up even earlier than me today. However, his footsteps seem to be a little floating. As he walked, I saw him squatting on the side of the road.

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

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 parents have to spend so much money on my high school education.

I met him on the way to school.

It's me, the sixteen-year-old boy.

After that, I didn't say anything for many days. I often had the illusion that I would forget about this matter, but I would often unconsciously think of it again, just like a dull old wound that had already healed without leaving a scar, but the pain from that year still remained so vivid and sharp, unwilling to leave.

He said his name is Lu Tian.

I returned his collection of poems to him. He asked me, "Have you read it?"

I pushed him away, but I heard myself say, "Good."

I nodded.

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."

Dad angrily pulled mom into their bedroom, then came out alone and said to me, "Don't blame your mom. She had placed too much hope on you and couldn't bear the disappointment."

Two months before the exam, Li Duo came to my house. I almost didn't recognize her. She had cut her hair very short, revealing a pointed chin and big eyes. There was an inexplicable fragrance on her body that made me feel a little dizzy. She said to me in a gentle tone, "Mai Ya, are you ready? We are like two small streams that were once separated, and we will soon merge into the sea together."

When can I just listen to you sing a song? Your voice is really nice. But I'm curious, why does a cute girl like you always go alone?

Li Duo proudly said, "Poison. The perfume is poisoned. Someone stole it from my mother and sprinkled a few drops."

Why bother to always hold a grudge over a small matter?

I'm just crying.

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.

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

Lu Tian is very famous. I asked and immediately got his hospital room number.

Li Duo said, Mai Ya, are you okay? Why are you reacting so strongly?

I don't think Li Duozhen is exaggerating. Even if I stayed up late reading the night before, I would still get up on time to tidy my braids and go to school clean and refreshed. I would never be like Li Duozhen, who would do anything for grades.

I rarely talk to my father. Even when we do talk, I feel like we rarely look at each other, and I often feel afraid, thinking that maybe my father's kindness to me is not genuine love.

However, I didn't have much time to think about these, because the high school entrance examination is approaching. Li Duo's voice on the phone was so full of confidence: "Mai Ya, I swear to get into the key class of Jiangzhong High School, and swear to be your desk mate again!"

However, if I remain silent, my mother will also be dissatisfied. She will look at me with concern and say, "Maiya, you can't be too quiet. After you finish your exams, you still need to play with Lido. Why hasn't Lido come for such a long time?"

My heart started pounding.

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.

I ran to the living room to flip through the evening newspaper. When the newspapers were scattered all over the floor, I finally found the article: Leukemia boy bravely fights against the disease and receives good news after finishing the middle school entrance examination.

"Nonsense!" Lu Tian looked at me and said, "Xiao Bianzi, you're talking nonsense." Then he reached under the pillow and handed me a notebook, saying, "Do you want to take a look? These are all poems I wrote myself. I originally wanted to be a writer, but it seems like it's not going to happen."

I don't appreciate it, I always feel like my father is being hypocritical.

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.

What scent? I sniffed.

I took two steps and heard him say behind me, "Goodbye, little braids." He actually called me "little braids"! I really liked this nickname, but I didn't turn around. I didn't want him to see my suddenly blushing face, so I quickened my pace and walked away.

I said: "I'm sorry, I don't read newspapers and rarely watch TV, so I only found out today."

I think liking the sight of a boy's back should have nothing to do with love.

"Little braid," he said, "are you here to see me?"

So I became more and more silent during those days. I didn't feel like talking anymore. When Li Duo came, I had nothing to say. It made her touch my face with a melancholic sigh.

A fleeting scenery.

Who!" I jumped up from the desk.

Next to it is his photo.

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

The next morning, I was unexpectedly awakened by the heat.

I think the reason why my mother likes Li Duo is because she has good grades, can handle public situations well, speaks more coherently when there are more people, and her legs and stomach don't tremble when speaking in front of thousands of people. I am different, as soon as there are one or two strangers, my tongue gets tied, the words I want to say take a detour in my mind, and when they reach my tongue, they get stuck and roll back into my stomach. It's really frustrating and pathetic.

Dad said, "Alright, alright, Dad is here."

Mom's lips are blistering, either running outside or sitting at home making phone calls. Li Duo did get into college, but she doesn't dare to come to my house, afraid of upsetting my mom. I stay locked in my small room all day, writing long, long diaries. I kind of miss a boy called "Xiao Bianzi," wondering how he did on the exam. But no matter what, maybe all of this has nothing to do with me anymore. I will never see him again, he's like a well-written sentence in an old essay, only a faint and beautiful memory remains.

But since that day, I haven't seen Lu Tian.

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."

Never before has a boy spoken to me with such care, and I never expected him to observe me so closely. I quickly said, "I'm going to live in the school dormitory in high school, but I can still listen to it on the bus when I go home on weekends."

Not necessarily, I listen to whatever sounds good.

It's good that you're okay," I said, "Goodbye."

Unfortunately, my father is not at home, and I don't even have a savior. I had to resort to the old method and refrain from expressing any opinions. I took the opportunity to slip back to my room to read while she was washing dishes.

However, in fact, it is not like that.

Dad often goes on business trips, but every time he comes back from a trip, he never forgets to bring gifts for me and mom. While other girls struggle to get what they want, I often effortlessly receive it. My favorite gift is a portable CD player made in Japan, which can play continuously for 120 hours once fully charged. I mostly listen to it when walking alone. Dad even bought me a beautiful little phone, but I didn't use it. My favorite gift is a portable CD player made in Japan, which can play continuously for 120 hours once fully charged. I mostly listen to it when walking alone. Dad said it would come in handy when I attend the prestigious high school in our area and live on campus. Mom once said to me in front of Dad, "If you were a son, your dad would be even more willing to spend money."

"It won't take long to get a haircut," my mother insisted, "consider it a post-meal walk, with relaxation and tension in equal measure. I understand the importance of both physical and intellectual pursuits."

Li Duo said that your self-esteem is causing trouble. What does one test score prove? If you have a good opportunity, why not seize it? In the same class, who knows who really got in and who paid for it? When applying for university, people still compare who is better than who.

He really heard my footsteps.

It may be because of her name, Li Duo talks a lot. When we are together, she is mostly the one talking. I know a lot about what's going on in her class, such as how she debated with others during the campaign for class president, how she cleverly handled love letters from boys, and how their homeroom teacher gracefully admitted to making a spelling mistake.

I sat back at my piano, it had been a long time since I last played. I told Li Duo that I wanted to play a classic piece properly, and that piece was Beethoven's "Fate". As I played, I became completely absorbed, and the sound of the piano soared through the window, carried away by the summer sun. I heard the roar of my father's motorcycle, he must be coming home. I was willing to welcome his return with my beautiful piano playing. Because I finally understood that in the face of the fragility of life, all mistakes are worth forgiving. I heard the roar of my father's motorcycle, he must be coming home. I was willing to welcome his return with my beautiful piano playing. Because I finally understood that in the face of the fragility of life, all mistakes are worth forgiving. No matter how old one is, as long as they are still alive, there is always a chance for redemption.

Mom said angrily, "Yes, tell your father yourself what happened!"

During the performance, I freed up one hand and kissed my little braid.

He was a very quiet boy, who walked to school just like me. Many mornings and evenings, he would walk ahead of me, carrying a backpack as big as mine. What initially caught my attention were his white socks. He always wore clean white socks, although he frequently changed his sneakers - blue, black, and even purple-red ones, all of which looked good. He was truly quiet, with dust obediently settling beneath his feet, never swirling around. What initially caught my attention were his white socks. He always wore clean white socks, although he frequently changed his sneakers - blue, black, and even purple-red ones, all of which looked good. He was truly quiet, with dust obediently settling beneath his feet, never swirling around. Unlike the boys in our class, who couldn't stay quiet for even a minute and couldn't walk properly. To put it bluntly, they could only bounce.

Dad stood there, looking soft. The tall image that had always been in my heart quietly collapsed, making me dizzy. Then he said to me without any silver lining, "Maya, don't overthink."

I'm about to take the high school entrance examination. Actually, I'm not very nervous, but my mother is much more nervous than me. When I'm halfway through reading, my mother always comes in, hands me a piece of fruit or brings me a glass of water, or she finds something to talk about. For example, she often says, "Maya, you should cut your hair. Otherwise, it will waste a lot of time to comb it in the morning."

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."

Lutian said: "No matter if you and I are in the same class with Xiaobianzi, you should find a good friend. You always stay alone, and living in the dormitory will be very lonely. You will also be afraid to turn on the water at night."

When I appeared at the door of his hospital room holding flowers, he sat up in surprise and looked at me. I noticed that he looked even paler, with thinning hair and eyebrows.

I remember that day very clearly, it was Friday. The sky in spring was a light shade of 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 sheet music. So I turned back home, and just as I pushed open the door, I saw a strange woman and my dad squeezed together on our sofa, holding each other tightly as if they were one person. The woman had very long hair that almost covered my dad's entire face. I stood there in a daze until my dad stood up from the sofa and pretended to be calm as he said to me, "Maiya, why did you come back?"

Seen.

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, it will be so lonely to be alone."

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."

You ask him not to come, even if he comes, I won't cut it. Seeing no way to persuade my mother, I have to resist to the end.

There's nothing much...'' I evaded and said, "I just see him every day and don't know if he's sick."

Actually, I want to use money to buy a bouquet of flowers for Lu Tian. I know that visiting patients with flowers is the best, because fresh flowers can make the ward more lively and represent the good wishes and expectations.

Sweet yet flamboyant thoughts.

Where is the time?'' Li Duo exclaimed, "This is the best way. Even if I wake up late in the morning, I can run to school without looking in the mirror!"

I don't know if it's this thing that turned me into a girl of few words, but I just don't like to talk. However, my mother always says that I used to be a chatty girl when I was young.

I suspect that Li Duo is my mother's intermediary.

Crying, crying, crying!" Mom said, "You always cry, but I don't know what you're thinking all day long!"

I heard that the new school doesn't allow girls to keep long hair, but I found that I am not so persistent anymore. I can cut off my little braid, which was kissed by a 16-year-old boy named Lu Tian, and lock it together with his little poem in the drawer of my 16-year-old youth, and I will never forget it.

This is the last sentence that Lu Tian said to me.

When I finished telling this story to Li Duo, her tears had already turned into a river. She desperately hugged me and said, "Mai Ya, Mai Ya, I didn't know you had such a beautiful story. I didn't know you were so good at storytelling. You are so lucky, just like the leading lady in a movie."

Unconsciously, I enjoy walking to his rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow, taking one step and one breath at a time, feeling comfortable and joyful. Often, I sneak a glance at him, sometimes silly, sometimes foolish. Some are careless, while others are inexplicable.

In the evening, my mother finally breathed a sigh of relief when my father said to her, "Don't worry, I found someone. Just give them some sponsorship fees, and I promise to renovate the computer room for them."

The only way to deal with her is silence.

I was startled and rushed to the door to ask her, "Mom, what are you doing?"

I think it's an unforgettable experience that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

I finally understand why he doesn't like sports like other boys, why he always walks to and from school quietly.

Dad's embrace was warm. I remember being afraid of thunder when I was young. Every time the thunder sounded, Dad 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 I still unconsciously broke free from his embrace.

Why should I be like everyone else?!" I retorted.

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

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

You child!My mother looked at me standing there, puzzled, and said, "Why does cutting your hair a little short seem like it's taking your life?"

His poetry is really good. I unexpectedly came across a poem called "Braided Hair" (麻花辫子). The poem goes like this:

Mother reached out and forcefully pulled my braid, saying, "With such long and thick braids, can you tell me if there is any other girl in your school who looks like this?"

Li Duo said I am a very good listener, and I can talk to her about anything without any concerns. But I am really different from Li Duo. There are some things that I will never tell anyone, like the unknown boy I met on the way to and from school. If I told her, she would definitely be surprised and say, "What's so attractive about the back of a boy?" Maybe she would even laugh at me for having complicated thoughts and wanting to fall in love.

To be honest, this name is not very good.

Moreover, it is so difficult to have a little something that one likes in such a tense academic environment.

I just don't want to cut my hair," I said with my head down. "Mom, can you please stop pressuring me?"

Father gestured to mother not to make a sound, but my tears had already fallen.

"Oh," I said.

I had no choice but to lock the door.

Ha ha. "Lu Tian said with a smile," But it's also nice to have little braids as my readers. "

"Why don't we let Maiya take it easy?" Dad said.

I have decided to go to the hospital to check on Lu Tian.

I said, "School is starting soon, and we will soon know whether we will be in the same class or not."

I held the newspaper, my hands trembling slightly.

I opened the door. My mother's hair was already messy. She looked at me with some exhaustion and helplessness and said, "Maiya, tell me, what is the reason for your strange behavior?"

I didn't say anything, it was my fault.

Um. I speak so softly that I can't even hear myself.

I want to say to him: "I hope to be classmates with you."

It was already early summer at this time. Every day we passed through a small path with thick green shade on both sides. The sunlight dripped down from the tree cracks like a playful child, 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 attached to his scalp like everyone else.

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Okay, okay, okay. "Mom said angrily, "Once you enter high school, we'll see if your teacher will let you stay!"

I think I know what he's laughing about, but of course I won't say.

"No need." He waved his hand in a fluster and said, "It will pass in a moment." As he spoke, he straightened up, and his complexion seemed to have improved slightly compared to before.

The fate of individuals can truly be so different, just like Li Duo. She always appears so lucky and radiant, while ordinary people like me, whether there are a few more or a few less, it really doesn't matter.

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.

Mother is truly someone who values time, I don't want to argue with her, so I keep my mouth shut. I cherish my long hair, washing it every other day is a must. But actually, the most enjoyable time for me is when I comb my hair into small braids every morning. From the tips to the ends, and then from the ends to the tips, the strands of hair wrap around my fingers, emitting a silky shine. My mother is not unaware of my preferences, but she always forces me to do things I don't like, which makes me feel frustrated.

In theory, I should love my father very much.

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

Come back to get the sheet music. My voice was trembling a little.

"Lutian, " Li Duo said, "It seems like he's not in the same class as you."

Before long, I heard my mother making a phone call in the living room: "Thank you so much, Master Liu. Having door-to-door service is the best. It's really late, and I feel bad for troubling you. But my daughter is about to take the high school entrance examination, and time is of the essence."

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.

It is your beautiful braided hair.

When I went, it was mostly noon. In the long corridors of the hospital, only my footsteps could be heard. I got used to the taste of soda water and even found it a little pleasant. Lutian said he could recognize my footsteps and knew I was coming from far away.

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

Li Duo said, "Your alma mater has become famous recently. The newspapers and TV are reporting on your school's student, Lu Tian, who not only got leukemia but also got admitted to Jiangzhong High School, scoring five points higher than the admission line!"

As a result, the nightly study sessions have become more enjoyable.

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

He is still squatting in place.

Are you okay? I asked with concern.

Well, during dinner time, my mother said, "I'll take you to the place I often go to, cut your hair a little shorter, and give it some care. Look, your hair has grown to the point of splitting, and if it grows any longer, it will turn yellow and dry."

All of this is due to an incident four years ago.

I didn't even know what my mother was talking about. I felt wronged, and tears fell one by one. It was at this moment that my father pushed the door open and saw this scene. He hugged me and said, "Maya, what's going on?"

Okay. He said, "Thank you, goodbye."

So he made me feel curious.

I want to help him up, but I don't know if it's appropriate to help a boy up in broad daylight, so I just stupidly squatted there with him until he said, "Help me up, there will be more people on this road soon."

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.

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.

The bigger you get, the more outrageous it becomes! When mom gets angry, "Are you starting to have your own ideas? Mom can just ignore you, right?"

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

Not long after, the damn doorbell rang sharply. It must have been Master Liu, the hairdresser, who came in. I heard my mother warmly greeting him and even making tea for him.

Regardless of whether I am happy or not, of course, I cannot be my own master.

Wherever you go, sing the appropriate song," Dad intervened, "Focus on studying. Not getting a haircut might upset your mother for one night, but failing to get into a prestigious school will upset her for a lifetime!"

I also don't know what's going on. Could it be that he changed his daily schedule?

I want to go to Jiangzhong High School, but it seems that no matter how much money I spend, it won't be possible.

Don't! I hurriedly waved my hand and said, "I won't go to school in Jiangzhong, please don't spend money on me."

At this point, we are almost ready to start the new school year.

I do not allow anyone to touch my hair!

It's really him, he is called Lu Tian, he calls me Little Braid.

Speaking is actually quite refreshing.

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

Isn't it stated here? Li Duo pointed to the newspaper and read word by word: "Concealing it from the teachers and classmates at school, with astonishing perseverance, achieved such good results..."

After understanding the whole story, Dad blamed Mom, saying, "Why did you force her to cut her hair? Doesn't she look pretty like this? If Maiya likes it, let her keep it."

The high school entrance exam finally ended in failure.

The best high school department in our area is in the middle of the river. I don't know if I can pass the exam based on my ability. My dad told me to relax and said that whether I pass the exam or not, he will take me to see the sea. My mom scolded him and said, "With you as a father, at this time, you don't encourage your child and even hold her back?"

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

Mother leisurely hung up the phone and said, "Aren't you busy? I'll find someone to come over and cut your hair for you. It won't disrupt your work, and you can listen to English tapes while getting your hair cut."

After a while, everything will be fine. He said, "Thank you."

Yes. Lutian 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 wear earphones while walking, especially when crossing the street. It's very unsafe!"

Now it's my mother's turn to keep silent, sitting on the sofa in silence, pretending not to hear my protest.

Perhaps this is something I learned from my dad. Mom always says that I am just like my dad, with a slight obsession with cleanliness. Although the word "obsession" has a negative connotation, I think "slight" cannot be considered a disease, but rather a good habit. My dad is a businessman. In the eyes of many people, he is a very successful person who runs a company quite well, providing my mom and me with a comfortable and affluent life. Most importantly, my dad has never been angry with me since I was young. Even if I did poorly on an exam and my mom's face looked bad, my dad would always gently persuade her, saying, "It's okay, let Maiya take her time."

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

Then the aunt stood up, gave me a faint 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 went, and I saw her colorful skirt sway out of the door of my house, then I turned my head to look at my father.

Seen.

Mom readily took out a hundred yuan and said, "It's hot outside. If you get tired from shopping, go eat KFC with Li Duo instead of rushing home."

He raised his head and I saw big beads of sweat on his forehead, which startled me. He squeezed out a smile and said, "You are Mai Ya from Class 3-1, I know you, you play the piano very well."

You are really lazy," I said, "if you wake up five minutes earlier, wouldn't all the problems be solved?"

He suddenly smiled mysteriously.

I didn't say anything.

I dare not think further.

I slowly passed by him, then continued walking forward slowly. My heart was in turmoil, wondering what happened to him. Is he feeling unwell? But I'm almost at the school gate and he hasn't caught up yet. Could something have happened? After thinking for a moment, I turned back and rushed back as if flying.

Lu Tian said: "I really didn't expect you to come."

I don't want to fall in love, I think love is very boring.

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

Whose songs do you like? he asked me.

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

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

Confidential.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, I am so satisfied. The first time I saw my own beauty was through the eyes of a boy. That kind of beauty really made my heart tremble and I couldn't bear to let it go.

Remember to find a good friend when you have braids, otherwise it will be very lonely.

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

After that, I often went out. My parents didn't know. In fact, I went to the hospital to accompany Lu Tian.

That afternoon, I didn't go to my piano lesson. I sat on Jiangbin Road and cried for two or three hours. Then I wiped away my tears and went back home. When I arrived home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I smelled the delicious aroma of fried potatoes. My father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. I politely greeted them and then sat in front of the piano to review my homework.