16 year old graduation ceremony

Because of this restless and contradictory emotion, the days without classes are unbearably dull.She is eager to join Zhao Xiuyin's world. It is not a children's paradise composed of girls' little joys and sorrows, but more like a movie theater separated by a thick curtain. Standing outside, what you see is silent darkness, but when you When allowed to enter, there are countless breathless real shocks and excitements.But she still couldn't find the password to clear the level. She deliberately approached one or two classmates who often talked and walked with Zhao Xiuyin, wanting to know how they used to make Zhao Xiuyin look favorably on them, but they just shrugged, as if they didn't think it was what it was. A big deal.

What she thought was a secret was revealed when she didn't expect it.Once in a Chinese class, the teacher commented on a new poem in Xianling's composition book:

"The black velvet flower, the dark purple night,

The moon of lemons, the tears of shooting stars.

In this misty sea,

Who can lead me to the intoxication brewed by black roses?

Yes, a bit of poetry came out.The rhyme is rhymed, but the words are too polished, and the meaning is a bit obscure, Yang Xianling, can you explain to us what is the meaning of 'drunk made from black roses'? "

Xian Ling stood up and stammered, saying that it was meaningless, just scribbled.However, a hand as thin as a bone was raised high, and a raucous laugh rushing to answer: "I know! That refers to Zhao Xiuyin, she has always been secretly in love with Zhao Xiuyin!"

As if a hive had been poked open in an instant, surprised eyes and buzzing whispers rushed out like stinging bees, encircling the feathers, stinging her face flushed red and her whole body hot.This fever caused her to take three days of sick leave, but when she returned to school, as long as she saw people smiling at her or whispering behind her back, she always felt that they were laughing at her with their tongues out: those who love girls Perverted girls!She had no way to defend herself, and before the graduation ceremony of the first semester of high school, she persisted to her parents with reasons she couldn't adapt to, and left the school that was burned red by the phoenix flower, and transferred to a private high school in another city. She ignored the phone calls or letters from her classmates, for fear that they would remind her of her embarrassing shame everywhere.But she couldn't forget that Zhao Xiuyin looked into her eyes with a smile. It was the first and last time. She found that those quiet eyes could also smile, but that smile completely blew away her shaky self-confidence. It also made her lose her curiosity and courage to explore in the forest, and she returned to the monotonous but safe road.

Standing on the bustling street now, these eyes once again evoke the past that she has long forgotten, looking down at her from behind the window, like a letter of war: Will you abandon your armor and flee like you did back then?Xianling told herself, who would remember the little things that happened so long ago?What's more, her voluntary transfer was just to change the environment where she could concentrate on preparing for the university entrance exam. When she met an old acquaintance on the street, she pretended not to see her.So she put on a bright smile, tiptoed her brisk high-heeled shoes, pushed open the rattling door of the teahouse, and walked towards Zhao Xiuyin by the window.

"Oh! Zhao Xiuyin! Is it really you? We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, right?" Zhao Xiuyin looked at her with a confused expression, and she heard her own laughter sounding hollow, so she had to add a pushpin to make amends: "I'm Yang Xianling! Don't you remember? We were in the same class in high school..." It was the Yang Xianling who wrote poems for you and then transferred to another school. She could hardly control her tongue, but she might not even be able to tap this oversized thumbtack. Zhao Xiuyin's memory.The smile on Xianling's face froze.

"Since you know me, sit down!" Zhao Xiuyin stretched out her hand, and Xian Ling sat down opposite her.How did this happen?She should say sorry for admitting the wrong person, turn around and leave... But she sat down, separated by many bone china cups, teapots and a thick hardcover notebook, Zhao Xiuyin lowered her eyes and wrote quickly on the notebook Therefore, Xian Ling had no choice but to talk endlessly, so as to fill up the cold deep gap among them.The aroma of cream and coffee floated in the air, and the sound of the piano slipped from the radio, tiptoeing on the thick pile carpet.

"...Really, if I didn't happen to come to see the wedding dress with my fiancé, I would rarely come to Zhongshan North Road...well, I'm getting married next month, really... I knew there were so many things to get married Trouble, I shouldn't have agreed to his marriage proposal in a foolish way... However, there are probably many students in our class who are already married, right?..."

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