I think of the first time I saw her, her long hair was fluttering, and all the emotions were on her face.Like a child who will never grow up, any place in this world will always be her paradise.

She is always smiling, no matter what happens, the smile will not disappear on her face.Even when you are not happy.

But it's not a forced smile, it's just the same instinct, always smiling like that.

She has a beautiful name, at least I think so.Evergreen.Zhangtai willow, Zhangtai willow, whether it was green in the past or not.

I don't know who took it.Her parents died early, leaving only her elder sister to depend on each other, live in an empty house with a legacy.

When I first met her, I actually envied her.

Of course I have a family, even to outsiders, a perfect family.But I know not.Treat each other with courtesy, and there is no emotion at all.For people like us, it's just a nominal bargaining chip.Even raising me this big is nothing more than taking what we need.

Yes, I think the so-called nurturing grace is just a long-term investment, just a need, a transaction.

And I just happen to be their daughter, that's all.

But she is different from her elder sister. Her elder sister is a very strong person who indulges her alone.

Indulging until she could go to a better school, in order to take care of her, she forcibly gave up the admissions of all other colleges, went to the same school with her sister, and learned art that had nothing to do with her original ambition.

I can't understand such feelings, but secretly yearn for them.In fact, I think such connivance is stupid, and now it has been proved that it is really stupid.

It was she who first poked her head in front of my classroom door and looked at me cautiously.

Without that painting, maybe we wouldn't know each other, and we wouldn't be able to see that person's cautious expression.Although she was a sensitive person and innocent, she would never show that expression normally.Thinking about it now, it's still cute.

I've known her name for a long time, it's on the painting in the school hallway.

When I played the piano at the party, it was almost like an engraving. She drew it and reproduced it before the eyes of the world.

I have to admit that what she drew was really similar. During that time, almost no one didn't know who it was.

Then she poked her head at the door of the classroom, facing the sun.

Confused and embarrassing, she explained to me the reason for the painting. It was she who drew it. I was seen by the instructor, and forced to take it to participate in the competition. Then I won the prize. I copied a copy and hung it in the corridor, saying that it was from the school. honor.

She has a very gentle temperament, that's why she is like this. From the beginning to the end, this matter was passive.

Then she said she was sorry and if it bothered me she was going to take the painting off.When he said this, his eyes were rare and determined, which overturned my impression of her.

I smiled and thanked her.She looked stunned, like a small animal.Ask me why, I told her, thank you for drawing me so beautifully.

Her painting is really beautiful, probably because she added her own imaginary, the person in the painting is me but not me.

That's how we became friends.

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