1984 days when she disappeared

I don't know when, Cen Jin treats Siting's suitors like enemies.

"Siting, the boy who came to see you today has a hairstyle like a porcupine!"

"Stop, the little gopher from the next class is here to fight again!"

"Hey, who is that third year in high school, who is known as Takeshi Kaneshiro from No. [-] middle school, every time he stands at the door and poses, I think he has epilepsy"...

Si Ting laughed and leaned back and forth. Looking carefully, the description is quite apt. It's more fun to be with Ah Jin, and I am getting more and more lazy to go out and greet those "gophers" and "porcupines".

One weekend, Cen Jin went to grandma’s house to celebrate her birthday, which happened to be near Siting’s alma mater No. [-] Middle School. Remembering that Siting once said that the egg tarts at the dim sum shop in front of the school were excellent, she went to buy a box, wrapped it tightly in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. Early on Monday morning, bring it to Siting as a treasure.

Siting was very happy, and agreed that the two of them would go to the school supermarket between classes and eat together after heating in the microwave.

On the way, a boy rushed out and approached Siting, "Hi, hello Lu Siting!"

Si Ting was startled, and then answered skillfully, "Hello, do I know you?"

The boy said, "I'm Li Tao's friend. I heard from him that you used to be the goddess of the Eighth Middle School, and I've wanted to know you for a long time!"

Si stopped and smiled, "No way, you can believe his words!"

That boy, who was so rare for a beauty to smile, was so fascinated, he turned to Cen Jin and said, "I'm sorry, classmate, please let me go."

Cen Jin turned and returned to the classroom, throwing the box of egg tarts into the trash can with a "clang" on the way.

Thinking of stopping, neither entering nor retreating, I don't know how to walk back to the classroom, and the boy was even forgotten.

After returning to his seat, Cen Jin's face was livid, and he didn't even look at her.

When she spoke to her, Cen Jin didn't answer; when she pulled her arm, Cen Jin shook it off.

"Ajin, what are you doing?" Siting said angrily, Cen Jin turned his head and glared at him, the cold eyes made Siting terrified.

The class bell rang, temporarily relieved.The teacher talked about a geometry problem, and Siting needed to use an eraser. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Cen Jin snatched it back. Siting was surprised, oh, it was her eraser.

Eyes are instantly hot.Unconvinced, she deliberately opened Cen Jin's pencil case, and she closed the lid with a "snap", Siting's fingers were almost bruised, and the teacher was also surprised when she heard the sound.

He stopped thinking and endured, and continued to attend the class as if nothing had happened.In the next history class, the teacher selects a row of students to ask questions about time and chronology in turn.When it was Cen Jin's turn, she stood up and looked directly at the blackboard without speaking.Siting handed the note to her eyes, but she pushed it away, still not speaking.

As usual, students who failed to answer the questions stood in the back row, and Cen Jin picked up the book and walked all the way to the end of the classroom.

All the students around watched, Siting burst into tears and covered his face with his hands.

All morning, noon, and afternoon, Cen Jin was a complete stranger to her.

The more Siting thought about it, the more wronged he became. He didn't eat dinner, and kept crying until evening self-study.

Cen Jin was holding on to it and ignoring it, but she had such a hard heart that Si Ting's tears softened for a day.

During evening self-study, Siting was still weeping, Cen Jin finally couldn't help but hate himself.

Why, what's the important thing that makes her so sad.I was still full of thoughts last night, why did I ruin this good day when I lost my temper.

Siting's tenderness and shyness are vivid in his memory, he has never seen her cry like this this year, Cen Jin was so weak from crying, he wished he would immediately kneel down in front of her knees and beg her for forgiveness.

When school was over, Si Ting was still sobbing, Cen Jin handed over a note, Si Ting angrily ignored.

Cen Jin stuck the note on his palm and sent it straight to Siting.Siting pushed it away, she sent it, pushed it away again, and sent it again, Siting was annoyed, grabbed it

She bit down on her wrist - Cen Jin was startled, but did not move.

After thinking about it and letting go, Cen Jin pushed his wrist back a little and pressed it to her lips.

Siting opened her mouth and bit down again, Cen Jin took a breath, she let go, leaving a bloodstain on her slender white wrist, like a lip print.

Cen Jin put the note on the wound, pressed it for a while, then handed the note to Siting, Siting took a look, it read:

"I was wrong, I was very wrong, admit the punishment, accept the blame and accept the punishment, please don't cry.

As the heavens testify, I will never do it again, never make you angry, and never make you cry.

For the sake of regretting that I only have half my life left, please smile, Goddess Sistop.

Your shivering puppy, Jin. "

Under Cen Jin's beautiful handwriting, there is a curved blood tooth mark, like a bright red seal.

After such a quarrel, the two reconciled as before.It's just that Siting no longer uses Cen Jin's things, and his books and stationery are neatly stacked, keeping him far away from her.

Cen Jin knew that Siting was still losing his temper, seeing that she wanted to use an eraser, he hurriedly stuffed his own into her hand, and she wanted to use a ruler, so she immediately handed over the ruler she was using.

Siting pushed away, "I dare not use your things, my hands hurt."

Cen Jin covered his face, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me, little ancestor!"

"Don't stop, you've broken me, you dare to make us Xueba angry..." Siting continued to say, Cen Jin covered her mouth with a sad expression on his face: "Do you dare to give the young man who has stumbled a chance to reform himself?" ?”

Siting couldn't help but ask, "A Jin, what was your fuss that day, and why are you angry with me?"

Cen Jin thought about it, but couldn't explain clearly, "That boy is so annoying, he looks like a feathered shuttlecock."

Si stopped laughing, "He is annoying, you should be angry with him, why are you angry with me?"

"I... Didn't I apologize to you..."

"I'm asking why you are angry?" Si Ting insisted on asking.

Cen Jin didn't know why she was so angry that day, but she was really scared by Siting's crying, and when she thought of Siting's tears, she couldn't breathe.Forget it, as long as she stops thinking and is happy, why should she be idle?

With nothing to do to read, Cen Jin only cared about worrying for the ancients: "Ha, Fan Li is really good at seeing through the secrets like this, but he just watched his son die!"

Siting secretly thought, thanks to you who sighed and sighed to the ancients, but you are at a loss about my thoughts.

"Jingke's assassination of the Qin Dynasty is well written, such a thrilling scene can only be said in a few words, and the ancient prose is really amazing." Si Ting looked at her intoxicated and innocent face, and his heart was full of emotion.

This person should only exist in the sky, stop thinking about it.

She is obsessed with Cen Jin, her intelligence, her chicness, her mischievousness, her innocence, and her slow-wittedness.Of course, I am also obsessed with her handsome face, tall and straight figure, and neat demeanor.What I am most obsessed with is her kindness to her.

But she knows the secrets of life too well.Happiness is a kind of responsibility for her, for the young widowed mother, for the grandmother who lost her only son, for the eldest unmarried aunt, for this overly heavy and desolate family.

"In the future, when looking for a partner, first look for someone who is rich, secondly look for someone with power, and thirdly look for someone with brains, but don't look for someone who has strength. Your mother has given enough strength in her life." Mom often said this , so that Siting feels that finding a partner is the same as the college entrance examination, which is an indicator of success in life.

If a boy gave her a gift, her mother would teach her face to face not to fall in love early, but she couldn't help asking about the boy's family background when she looked back.

It is not difficult to understand that Liu Qin values ​​​​Cen Jin because of her excellent grades and her superior family background. Of course it is good for Siting to make a noble friend, but it is not so good that her orientation changes.

"Let me tell you, you have to be careful when you get along with children like Cen Jin. They are rich and have different thoughts from us. Don't treat them as little followers."

Thinking about her mother's words, she looked at the note in the diary again, the bloody "seal", the sincere eyes, and suddenly felt warm all over her body in the middle of the night, Ah Jin, could this be fake, or was it you? Unintentional?

"Ajin, have you ever liked any boy?"

"No."

"Then do any boys like you?"

"Probably... not at all." Cen Jin was a little shy, compared to Si Ting, she seemed to be congenitally deficient in this aspect.

"What is supposed, is there any?"

Cen Jin scratched his head, "How do I know if they like me or not?"

"No one writes love letters and gives you gifts?"

"When I was in junior high school, I had two." Cen Jin said flatly, as if trying to save face.

"Wow, two letters, that's a lot!"

Cen Jin gave her a blank look, hum, you send me two letters a day on average, and you still laugh at me.

"Then did you promise them?" Siting asked.

"No."

"why not?"

"No reason."

"speak politely!"

"How should I put it, I don't have any impression, so I can't make it up." Cen Jin felt aggrieved.

Siting covered his mouth and smiled, "Isn't it weird that someone wrote a love letter and you didn't remember it after reading it?"

"Oh yes, you receive love letters every day, tell me what you think!" Cen Jin cheered up.

Thoughts stopped like a few treasures, "Someone's writing is good and beautiful. After reading it, I feel that he doesn't like me at all. Some people are sincere and wish to get married tomorrow. After reading it, I feel very heavy. Some people are full of typos and can't read it. I want to give it to his Chinese teacher!"

Cen Jin smiled, "So there are so many ways to read love letters, it's because I was too young and ignorant back then."

"Don't blame yourself, you may be mentally insane, and it's not your fault."

Cen Jin was furious, "Hmph, what's the big deal, I'll write a letter tomorrow too, and I promise to make you secretly promise and make a private decision for life!"

"You - write to me?" Si Ting opened his eyes wide.

Cen Jin felt that something was wrong, and insisted desperately: "Yes, I will write it to you. From then on, all boys in the school will be cut off from writing love letters to you. You can't stop reading it, □□!" .

Thoughts stopped beating, but did not show any signs of expression, "A Jin, you said this yourself, submit the manuscript on time tomorrow, otherwise you will obediently admit that you are mentally retarded!"

Cen Jin took a task for himself for no reason, and began to conceive the self-study class.Think of it as a propositional composition, but no matter how you write it, it feels vulgar. It is hard to find a sentence, and I am still thinking hard under the lamp when I get home.

If a person likes Siting, what would he like about her?Write to her, what do you want?

She looked at the white paper in front of her, and the ink suddenly flowed out from the tip of the pen like a cloud:

"The more I miss you, the more confused I become, and I can't even say a proper word.

Recently I've always been upset, sometimes I want to escape, sometimes I want to laugh, when I see you, I forget myself, and when I don't see you, I hate myself.

I think I'm in love with you.

Love, to me, means wanting to give you a lot and not knowing what to give - you deserve all the good things and I have so little.

It's a winter night, when you think about it, you feel restless, you have to go out for a run, blow the cold wind, and you can't go home to sleep peacefully until you feel ashamed.

I remember everything you said, and I was afraid that you would find out that I remembered, so I deliberately remembered wrongly.

It's all kinds of excuses to get close to you, afraid that you will find out and dodge on purpose, and then get closer, and then dodge again, every day is like burning coal in your stomach.

To make you angry, to make you hit me, maybe I should be ashamed, the touch makes me tremble.

But I'm afraid that you are really angry, and you won't even punish me, just cry alone—promise me, never cry alone again.

I make a wish to Qingkong, may the world open the way for you, so that you can have the happiness you want as soon as possible.

However, for some reason, I often treat you so narrowly that you are stingy with blessings - when you smile at others like a flower, when you accept another gift, when they line up to pursue, but you never refuse.

How to resist that kind of pain, be decent enough not to hurt you, and let myself go peacefully, I haven't learned so far, but I experience it every day.

So, is this love?

If yes, how?

You are the question and you are the answer.

I don't know anything about fate, because it's all in your hands. "

Cen Jin stared blankly at the words he had written, and suddenly his whole body burned——she understood!

She likes Sistop!