The Records of the Library

I fainted from hypoglycemia.

Someone picked up the little glasses before He Ai and sent them to the medical station. He Ai walked slowly around the two tents to relax. A large group of people who came to help were chattering.

He has glucose water in his hand.He Ai thought.Is it important to cheer for him? I don't even have time to drink my saliva.He obviously didn't know him at all... Or did he forget something?Oh, there is only one possibility, and this is the boy he helped.It turned out that he looked like this, and it was too dark to look at it seriously.

The broadcast was asking He Ai to accept the award, and after shouting the third time, the little glasses woke up, and he left the spot.

Lan Ting felt very ashamed. Others ran 3000 meters, but he was the first to help out and fainted first. It was so embarrassing.

After waking up, he looked around, but he didn't find He Ai at the medical station, so he must have finished the run smoothly, and hoped that he didn't cause any trouble, he was relieved.

During these days, he always dreamed about the scene of that day, and he woke up from the dream in a cold sweat. The coat was hanging beside his bed, and he was looking at it at first, and then he could only sleep peacefully when he held it in his arms.He didn't tell anyone. After all, it's not something glorious, it's hard to talk about it, and he doesn't want to make everyone worry. He can only refresh the school forum frequently every day, fearing that something will be uploaded silently. Finally, he waited for the news that Xue Li had dropped out of school. .

It was He Ai who saved him.

He Ai was two grades lower than him, in Class One and One. He was a nice guy, handsome, taller than 185, liked sports, and had excellent grades. He couldn't fault him, but his popularity was surprisingly low.Is it because his eyes look a little cold, or is it because he likes to be alone by nature.

Lan Ting often saw him running on the playground alone, eating in the dining hall alone, and emptying the trash cans in the class alone.Like a lost star, only he can see his light.But the stars are meant to hang in the sky and be seen from a distance, but when they fall to the ground, they will become dim.

Lan Ting is satisfied as long as he looks at him from a distance, he doesn't want to be like Xue Li.

He saw He Ai's name on the entry list for the school sports meeting, and signed up for the long-distance race with great courage. No wonder he ran on the playground every day.Lan Ting couldn't get happiness from sports, so he stood on the sidelines and pretended to chat with people, but actually watched him around and around quietly.

At that time, shout a few cheers, and he will leave silently after shouting, so it shouldn't cause him too much trouble.

He originally thought so, but when he saw He Ai running towards him with his own eyes, he knew that he was not coming for him, but his heartbeat became disordered without warning, and a huge sense of dizziness hit his nerves, causing a Fantastic bullet-time effects.His footsteps were so brisk, like stepping on the metronome of his heartbeat, he heard a loud noise in his chest, it was thunder on the ground, and 1 people shouted in unison.

He Ai looked over, his eyes met, time returned to normal flow, only his heartbeat was still chaotic and loud, he was getting hot, he would rather he was a tree by the side of the road.

But there were no trees on the inside of the runway, so he could only open his mouth clumsily, deliver water, run with him, and finally fainted.

But the school sports meeting is just a short staggered time. It seems difficult to understand the value of heartbeat at this age. Self-righteous reason often prevails. Lan Ting believes that the most important thing at present is studies.He would go for a walk on the playground between studies, and He Ai persisted in his running. He watched him run ten laps without fail, and then went back to the classroom to do his homework.

The third time they met was in the library two months later. They said that the meeting might not be accurate enough. There was a bookshelf between them, and Lan Ting was crying with his back against the shelf. Leaving this deserted, quiet corner, silently venting a collapse of college entrance examination candidates.

In the end, the mood still didn't recover, but it was about to be late for self-study, he straightened up from the ground, and then found another person behind the bookshelf, whose appearance was hidden by the books.He had tried to avoid making noises, but the sobbing must have taken a lot of air for a moment or two, and he wondered if the man heard it.

In the few seconds he was stunned, the man's hand went over the spine of the book on the shelf, and a book passed through the gap.It was a boy's hand, with long fingers and clearly protruding joints on the back of the hand, and what was handed over was "All Things Are Silent as a Mystery".

Will keep it a secret for him.

Lan Ting wiped away the tears that dripped on the lens with the corner of his clothes. In front of him was a cache of bookshelves, and the order of the books was all messed up. He searched for it and pushed a copy of "A Good Man is Hard to Find" back.

He Ai didn't know why he was meddling in his own business, perhaps listening to the sound of crying was a way of relief, he closed the book in his hand, and said in a low meddling voice: "I don't know what you're going through, you can't To comfort you properly, if you want, I can accompany you until you no longer feel lonely."

It was He Ai's voice, and Lan Ting recognized it.He no longer wanted to cry, and his sadness was replaced by nervousness, but he didn't dare to speak out directly, fearing that he would stutter again, so he just handed back a copy of "Thank You" by Yataro Matsuura.

The preparatory bell for evening self-study rang, and Lan Ting searched in a panic on the bookshelf, and gave He Ai another copy of "Watching Off", telling him that he was leaving.

He Ai pushed the book back: "This book is very touching, you can take it back to the classroom."

After speaking, He Ai left first, Lan Ting watched his back go away, and borrowed a book after listening to the advice. His eyes and nose were obviously red from crying. Not long after he entered the classroom, several classmates quietly came to care about him What's wrong.

"It's okay." Lan Ting put the grade slip in his hand into his pocket, "This book is so touching."

The beginning of the next semester is the rainy season, and the whole month of March is full of drizzling sounds, and the sun only shows its face occasionally.

He Ai brought an umbrella and put it in the centralized storage point in the dining hall, so she couldn't find it after eating.It is a two-fold automatic umbrella, pure black, if you don't look carefully, it will be mixed with dark blue and purple, maybe you took it wrong, and the owner will return it when he finds out.He stood under the eaves and waited for the careless person, watching the puddles fill up and the rain falling on the high ground to create crown-shaped splashes, silently reciting chemical equations in his mind.

After the peak meal time, there were fewer and fewer people. They passed He Ai noisily, and quickly ran towards the teaching building holding umbrellas.

The aunt in the canteen brought a big bucket of water, and they started mopping the floor.There is only one rotten umbrella left on the shelf. The handle is covered with rust spots, which seems to be a relic from the previous dynasty.He Ai raised his hand and looked at his watch. There were still 10 minutes left for evening self-study. The prefect would catch him downstairs. It would take him 3 minutes to run back in the heavy rain. Looking at the rain, he would get wet in 2 minutes, and then he would Studying late for three hours in soaking wet clothes.

His thoughts were interrupted here, someone patted his shoulder lightly, and said in a timid voice behind him: "Student, I can take you."

He Ai turned her head and saw the little glasses she hadn't seen for a long time.He always saw him on the playground, but they didn't talk, this should be the third time.

Lan Ting opened the umbrella, and with a click, a dark blue shade spread out. He Ai bent her neck and walked under his umbrella.

Lan Ting suggested: "Otherwise, you can get it, you are taller."

He Ai took the umbrella, and the two walked side by side towards the senior one teaching building. The rain fell on the umbrella and made a loud noise, making it very quiet under the umbrella. He asked, "Are you going in this direction too?"

He Ai was walking on his right. Lan Ting's heartbeat, which had been hidden for a winter, revived because of the close distance. He lowered his head, trying to hide his panic, and replied, "Ah... yes."

"Are you a freshman in high school?" He Ai asked again.

The two were about to pass by a large puddle, Lan Ting turned around to avoid it, and walked outside the umbrella, the rain fell into his collar, making him tremble with ice, and then wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

He Ai leaned over and caged him under the umbrella: "It's your umbrella, don't wander around."

The heat rose to his cheeks in an instant, and the hand was withdrawn, and Lan Ting regained his composure all over, and replied: "...Yes."

I'm also in the first year of high school, but I haven't seen it in the teaching building.He Ai glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He was staring at the ground, looking at the road very seriously. His hair was shiny and looked good.

He had to go through the puddle again, this time Lan Ting was hooked by He Ai before he took a step forward, he was unconscious, it was purely because the rain was getting heavier, and Lan Ting was too far away from him, so he ran away from under the umbrella go out.

The place touched by the clothes seemed to be hot, Lan Ting hoped that the rain would be heavier, otherwise He Ai might hear his heartbeat.

He walked forward with an uneasy heart. There was a section of stone brick road in front of the teaching building. The two walked carefully. Lan Ting almost stepped on a loose brick. He Ai grabbed his shoulder with experience and stopped him in time. , "That piece is a mine."

Lan Ting withdrew his foot and changed a piece, "Oh, good."

After finally entering the building, He Ai put away the umbrella and returned it to Lan Ting, who took it blankly, without even hearing He Ai's thank you.

"Aren't you leaving? We're going to be late." He Ai said.

"Go, go." Lan Ting nodded hurriedly, followed He Ai upstairs in a daze.

When he reached the stairs on the second floor, He Ai stopped and said, "I'm from the third class of science. I'm here."

Lan Ting had already reached the middle of the stairs, suddenly came back to his senses, turned around and waved to him: "Then... goodbye."

He Mi looked up at him: "My name is He Mi, Jia Beihe, Misty Misty."

What does it mean?I know your name is He Ai.Lan Ting waved his hand again hesitantly: "Okay, goodbye He Ai."

"What's your name? Which class are you in?" He Ai asked.

"I..." Lan Ting had a headache.I watched you in the dining hall for a long time before I worked up the courage to talk to you. In fact, I am not on the way at all. I am a senior in high school. I like you a little bit. How should I introduce this.

He had no choice but to say: "We will meet again next time, I will tell you again."

"Okay." He Ai smiled slightly at him. "goodbye."

"Well, see you next time."

After saying goodbye, Lan Ting bit the bullet and walked upstairs.As soon as he turned the corner, he ducked down and hid behind the concrete railing, seeing that He Ai's shadow outlined by the light remained in place until the bell rang before sliding down from the wall and disappearing in the distance.

Lan Ting rushed downstairs with a guilty conscience, her steps were a little light.

None of them thought that this was the last time they saw each other in high school.

The author says:

High school students still have to focus on academics???????