she and me

I was considered excellent in the elementary class.But the first to second class will not work, just count down.

I was very depressed at the time, with low self-esteem, and I changed a group of classmates, no one cared, and even had the idea of ​​giving up on myself.

The first spring outing of the second-level class, in order to ensure the balance of the students' ability and mutual safety, the students were divided into groups of four according to their grades.

I wasn't in the same group as the guy who didn't seem to fit in very well.Because I am second to last and she is sixth. (There are 60 people in that class)

Are all academics like this?I think, I think she is the only one who likes to sit and play with ants when she is free.However, during group activities, she chatted and laughed with the team members and got along well with each other.Is this a melancholy person, or a cheerful person?

I'm a little curious.

I was just observing at first, and later I was eager to hook up, but I didn't have a chance.

What is her name?What kind of biscuits do you like to eat?

I was fascinated by the idea, but I tripped over the tree roots under my feet and fell into the mud.

There was laughter all around.

Ah, I'm so ashamed.

At that time, I was not as thick-skinned as I am now in public.She wiped her face shyly and looked up, only to see a hand.

That ordinary hand miraculously cut through all kinds of dark anti-human thoughts in my middle school at that time, allowing the light in my heart to grow.

The owner of the hand is the "culprit" that caused me to fall.At that time, I never imagined that this person, this person who had no trace in my life before, and who had the slightest notice, would occupy the entire second half of my life and become all the motivation to support me.Because of her, I will become the kind of person who loses someone and dies like a fish jumping out of the tank and wagging its tail.

It doesn't matter whether all this is inevitable or accidental.What matters is that I met her.

"Hi. My name is Xu Meiying. How about you?"

I still remember the friendly smile on her face, I still remember her reassuring voice, I still remember the fresh smell of earth and leaves on her body.Looking back, no matter how much pain, unwillingness, and fear, all will fade away, leaving only this moment of beauty.

"My name is Cheng Jin."

I took her hand.

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