Describe the sentence that you didn't read the almanac when you went out

Many people had a friend of the opposite sex who talked about everything when they were students. Fan Xiao is such a role in my heart.

When she entered the first year of high school, a boy who didn't know much about the situation gave Fan Xiao a nickname, and she knew it. She got up from her seat, walked up to him with a sullen face and picked up a chair to greet him. A few minutes later, the little boy who was quite crazy just now became black and blue, unable to straighten up and kept begging for mercy.

This dozen, she immediately became famous, and since then she has realized her image of high school for three years.

In the first week, I went to the front of the classroom with great interest to look at the duty table. As a result, when I saw it, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out, and I was with her.

When we went out on duty together, my biggest feeling was that the sentence "Men and women are not tired from work" is simply nonsense. From going out to returning to the classroom for nearly half an hour, the two of us added up to no more than three sentences, which made me very tired.

Finally, she couldn't help talking to me first. I gradually found that extinction in the eyes of my classmates is actually quite interesting.

One day when we were sweeping the floor, I asked her, "What's your favorite occupation?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Queen!"

I asked why, and she said, "What position can be better than the Queen? If you kill your husband, you will be promoted to the next level immediately and become the queen mother. "

As soon as I heard this, I was so scared that I dropped my broom on the ground. I was already smiling when I looked at her again.

She can always make fun of me in ways I can't think of. The atmosphere on duty suddenly enlivened, and after a long time, we became good friends.

At that time, we always felt that we didn't have enough time to talk, but we didn't have a mobile phone. We always walk together, afraid of classmates gossiping. Finally, she came up with an idea: we paid together and bought a big and thick notebook for two people to use. We agreed that two people would take turns to write, and when they finished writing, they would show it to each other when they were on duty. When they came home at night, they would write it and return it, just like writing a letter.

So we successfully stood out among the only group of students on duty in our class and put on our schoolbags. Now think about it, they are like two underground workers.

(2)

At that time, what I wrote every day was nothing more than some gossip I saw during the day, or songs I heard, novels and TV dramas I watched. However, the other party's reply has become the biggest expectation of the two people every day.

One night, as usual, I was lying on the bed in the dormitory watching her reply. She said that she had made up her mind to lose weight and wrote down her exercise plan in three paragraphs. I was thinking about how to encourage her, but when I read the last line, my face turned red:

Shit, writing letters is not an underground job, but my secret is the real underground job, okay! How did you know?

I said in my reply that day, "If you see it, don't help me."

The next day, I deliberately didn't mention it to her. She left with a notebook and a wry smile. In the evening, she gave me a reply with only two short lines:

Therefore, at the end of the second year of high school, I managed to catch up with my deskmate, and at the same time, Fan Xiao and I's "letter writing plan" was terminated. She left her notebook with her and said that she would keep it as a souvenir.

(3)

When I was in college, everyone went their separate ways. My feelings can't stand the test of different places. Not long after school started, she called and said, "Let's break up."

I panicked and said, "What's the matter? Why? "

She said, "We are not suitable."

I quickly said, "No, I don't want to break up. I will come to you by train. You wait for me for two days! " "

She paused and said, "Stop it."

I said, "Don't ..."

She hung up the phone.

I didn't have my own mobile phone until I graduated from high school. It wasn't long before I made a phone call and brought me such news. How I wish I didn't have a mobile phone, so the news wouldn't come so suddenly and leave no trace.

I went to her city and found her university, but I didn't see her in the end. I stumbled in a strange city. I ran wildly on the playground of her university. I went to every corner of their teaching building. I picked up my mobile phone and called her countless times. The reply I received was always "User turned off".

On the train back, I looked at the scenery that flashed outside the window, and finally tears could not stop flowing down.

Is it over?

It's over.

(4)

On the way, some friends called to comfort me. I answered two of the questions, dealt with a few words, and then simply turned off my cell phone. Back to the dormitory downstairs, there was a big package in the mailbox of our dormitory, which was sent to me. I'll take it upstairs and open it That was a thick notebook.

Starting from where it ended before, I wrote more than a dozen pages later. Have confidence, comfort, and the same style of jokes. I kept crying at first, but she finally made me laugh.

I picked up my cell phone and turned it on to call her.

"Yes, thank you."

"Thank you? I've been writing all day! You have to write it and send it back to me. "

"Now that you have a mobile phone, how convenient it is to make a phone call."

"Cut the crap and send it back within a week!"

"Are you here to comfort people?"

"Why not? You said it yourself. Do you feel better? "

"......"

Put the phone down, I didn't dare to neglect. I hurried back to more than a dozen pages, listed all the good things and bad things since I was in college, and vomited two pages of bitterness. After writing, I feel much more relaxed.

There is no trace after the phone call, but writing yourself down on paper gives you a chance to look at yourself like an outsider. When you look at it, you will feel relieved. This may be the effect that Fan Xiao wants.

(5)

At the holiday reunion, she came to me with a glass of beer and asked me, "Are you still lovelorn?"

I said, "It's over."

"Did you find another one?"

"Not yet, how can so fast? What about you? "

She drained the wine in her hand and said, "I found one and divided it."

I don't know.

I also dried the wine in front of me and said, "Come."

"You also come."

(6)

Later, fewer and fewer students attended the party. Finally, everyone simply stopped organizing parties and invited their good friends.

In my opinion, that’s an excellent idea. Although the party used to be very lively, in fact, there were not many people you really wanted to see, and I was even more special. Every time I go to a party, I just want to meet one person. So when I went home for the Spring Festival in my senior year, I invited Fan Xiao out for dinner.

Halfway through the meal, she put down her chopsticks and took out a notebook from her bag, which was filled with childish ideas and funny jokes from time to time. We watched it with interest.

She was very excited alone, and I said, "Let me take it home and have a good look."

She suddenly changed her face and said, "No, if you want to see it, just look here, in front of me."

I asked, "Why?"

She stopped talking and blushed, reaching for it, but she couldn't catch me after all. Finally, I had no choice but to say, "Then you must pay it back to me tomorrow!" " "

I promise again and again.

(7)

When I got home, I read page by page by the light and didn't finish reading until dawn. I just found that this thick book is almost full.

At that time, she wrote dozens of pages, and there were some crumpled small pieces in dribs and drabs, which were the traces left by my tears.

This book records our story, not only the content of the story, but also the feelings at that time.

The notebook will be finished and our story will end. At that time, we wrote one page a day. Later, the university wrote dozens of pages in four years; Up to now, it is not easy to read the previous letters again.

(8)

The next day, in front of the coffee shop downstairs, I returned the book to her. She took the book and turned directly to the last page. After reading it, her eyes suddenly turned red, closed the book and turned to leave.

I was shocked: Isn't that page blank?

I took two steps forward, took the book from her hand, turned to that page and read it.

There are two lyrics written on it.

The lyrics are only written here, so I won't go into details. The paper below is wrinkled, which is the trace left by her tears.

I don't know when she started, but she found herself in love with this partner who talks about everything, but he went too far.

I don't know which day, she found that her ending was just like this song, so she wanted to use this song as the ending and write it at the end of their story.

However, when she lifted the pen, she found that she didn't have the courage to finish the ending at all. How many times did she turn to the last page and want to continue writing? However, until today, this page has only countless traces of tears except the first two sentences.

That's probably why she didn't want me to take the notebook away last night. After I took the notebook away, although she was very nervous, she was also looking forward to my reaction after seeing it, but she was clumsy and I didn't notice it.

But this is our common story. How can you write the ending alone?

(9)

There is a warm yellow light in the coffee shop, and we sit face to face. She bowed her head and said nothing, and her delicate face was reflected on the glass desktop.

I turned to that page and wrote, "This ending is not very good. I don't like it. "

I gently pushed the book in front of her, and she looked at it and pushed it back.

I then wrote, "I'm sorry."

She took out a pen and wrote, "It's late."

"I am an idiot."

"You are an asshole."

"Is it really impossible?"

"Idiot, I do."