Although Chen Zihan had good grades, he took the initiative to choose the last row because of his height.

Then, I retreated, and then back again, as if there was a rope between me and him, he was slowly pulled to his side. Of course, at that time, the teacher said that he was asking him to help me improve my grades. It is said that the teacher had talked to Chen Zihan before, as long as he minded, he could change seats, but Chen Zihan agreed, saying that I would not affect him, and he was willing to help me. .

So, I became Chen Zihan’s deskmate. Surprisingly, the girls in the class did not envy or hate me, but rather calmly watched me as Chen Zihan’s deskmate. Then I realized that they didn’t put me in their eyes at all. , I am not worried that Chen Zihan will see me at all.

I stood in front of the school gate again, as if it had been a lifetime, the afternoon light was warm, shining lazily. Lazy sunlight fell on the golden letters of the school, with a hazy, dreamlike state.

This place has been included in the downtown reconstruction project. The administrative building in front has been demolished. Our teaching building has not been demolished, and the gate of this school is like giving the students who graduated from this school a chance to remember.

The communication room is still reserved, and it contains people from the construction site to prevent idlers from entering and accidents.

And the three of us are gods, so even if we stand in front of mortals, mortals may not be able to see us. We entered through the school gate, and suddenly everything began to return to its original appearance, as if the movie went backwards, the trees returned to their original positions, and the walls were dusty. It began to rise, and the sea turned into a sacred field in an instant in front of me, and the eyes of Cang Yi returned to the romantic beauty of the campus.

"Master is here!" The ancients became excited, "Master! Master!" he shouted.

I walked under the bulletin board in front of the administration building. The bulletin board was under the hundred-year-old ginkgo tree. That day, Chen Zihan and I were crowded together and crowded out again. The moment they touched his body, My heartbeat is speeding up, I just pretend to be calm and don't want to be treated as a **** girl by that handsome boy.

"Master——Master——" The cries of the ancient Rubik’s Cube echoed in the empty campus. A gust of wind blew by, and everything was stained with green in an instant, and the yellow leaves were all over the branches in an instant. .

In the early autumn, there was still a hint of warmth in the late summer. That was the time when I met him.

He is leading me back to the moment we first met.

"It's not me the master wants to see..." The ancients lowered their face and looked to the side who was amazed at the instantaneous changes of all things, because everything in front of them was not illusion, but real immortality.

"Let her go alone." The ancients looked at Yue, "The master just wants to see her alone."

Yu looked at me non-committal: "Sister Xiaolan."

I nodded to him, and he stood a little uneasy in the same place, with the ancients.

I walked to the teaching building. There was only one person in the quiet teaching building. My shadow was walking on the wall, and the sun was also spilling into the stairs. I still remember that I always meet him every day when I go to school. Yes, the other girls are watching every day, but I can meet him every day when I go to school. Even if I am late, I will still meet him in the carport.

When he smiled at me, I would blush, and then rushed to the classroom, just not wanting to be seen by him. Then he would catch up and pat the back of my head. I glared at him in disgust, and he turned around and smiled at me again.

I always thought he would go, but he would always wait for me at the top of the stairs and go upstairs with me.

Even if I enter the door of the class with him every day, the girl only sees him, and I float by him like air.

Until... I sat beside him.

I lifted my eyes. It was our last year’s classroom. In autumn, it spilled into the classroom through the bright glass windows. Into the world of an old photo, like a dream.

I walked to the last row and sat down in my seat, as if back in time, Xia Xiaolan, the girl who always got the bottom of her grades and didn't look outstanding.

The power of the outside world recognizes money but not people.

The world of high school is also powerful. First look at the face, then look at the grades. My face and grades are not accounted for, so I have no friends. Until sitting here and becoming Chen Zihan's tablemate, his friends are regarded as my friends, and my surroundings are surrounded by girls.

"I remember that you always received love letters for me." He had already heard his voice by his side. His arm was placed on the backrest behind me, gently, pressed against my back, and stared deeply. On my side face, like those girls who are always secretly watching him, secretly in love, the eyes with a trace of enthusiasm, began to heat my side face.

On the first day I sat next to him, he laughed for a long time. I never understood what he was laughing at, so I looked at him strangely: "What are you laughing at?"

He stretched out his hand and made a grasping motion: "It feels like you can't escape from my Five Finger Mountain."

I looked at him in amazement, but he was "touching" my head: "I will be obedient in the future."

"Huh?!" I opened his hand, "chaos" upset. Because, I know he is not only doing this to me, he does this to many girls! Therefore, I never misunderstood that his feelings for me would be likes.

However, he is so handsome, and sitting next to me, how can my heart be held? When I knew that I had a crush on him, I also knew that I was destined to be fruitless.

There is nothing special between me and him.

He taught me homework, and he would also teach other girls homework, as long as girls come to ask, he is willing to help.

He "touched" my head, and he would also "touch" other girls' heads. It seemed his habit to "touch" girls' heads. Those girls who were "touched" by him would have their faces red and cute.

He will go home with me, he will also go home with other girls, as long as he is on the same road, he will come home. Everyone knows that he is gentle and warm.

However, when he played, he only asked me to bring him clothes, only let me bring him water, only let me open an umbrella for him, only let me bring him breakfast, and only write me a note.

I'm like the maid used by him in the bad vulgar romance drama, but he is not like the male protagonist in the bad vulgar romance drama who uses me intentionally. He treats me very well. He tells me: We are good friends. . Because of this sentence, we were not reduced to the heroes and heroines in the vulgar romantic drama, but I was sadly settled.

But I am still complacent about this sentence, other girls are eager to be his girlfriend, but I am already satisfied to be his good friend.

Finally, the girls looked out and saw that Chen Zihan regarded me as a friend, so they secretly gave me the love letter and asked me to throw away the love letters of other girls.

I began to collect love letters and gifts for him. I enjoyed that time. I feel that I am the one who decides whether other people's love letters can reach Chen Zihan's hands.

Chen Zihan likes to let me stop reading love letters for him, but love letters are always in the first person, which makes me more numb when I read...