my high math teacher

Dad is finally gone, and my vacation is only a few days away.It is better to end this tortured holiday as soon as possible.

School starts again, I am a sophomore.

On the second day after returning to school, I began to move the dormitory, from the previous four-person dormitory to the six-person dormitory on the mountain.The roommates were all gone, and I also came to a strange dormitory.

I resumed my normal relationship with Minmin. This semester, she has treated me quite well and cared enough, much better than before.So, I started being nice to her again.

Days like this began to repeat again and again, I always suppressed my heart, but couldn't help not thinking about her, I just wanted to do everything possible to be good to her, I just wanted to take care of her.

I kept trying, but ultimately failed.

As for Yang jj, I am even more hopeless.I just chose the same elective course by coincidence, and I can see her with her boyfriend every week. I know that in her eyes, my sense of existence is zero.

On November 11th, I saw a post.The headline reads: Women Don't Have Straight Daughters!It turns out that British scientific research shows that women are either gay or bisexual.However, I have heard so many girls say to me "I like boys, I am not gay".Sure enough, this proved a truth: if you can't bend the girl you want, it can only prove that you are not good enough.

Yes, since I moved to a six-person dorm, not only have I not lost weight, but I have gained back the 10 catties that I lost with great difficulty.

I don't even have the most basic perseverance, how can I talk about excellence?

With the passage of a year, my relationship with the high math class came to an end, and I no longer had any fair reason to pay attention to that woman.And what caught my attention again was that she changed the car.The previous white Haval was replaced by a white Porsche.This Porsche Maan doesn't look like new, though.So some students guessed that she should have changed cars with her husband.Of course, I don't like such a statement.

On November 11, relatives and friends gathered in the memorial hall to bid farewell to grandpa's last appearance.

I looked at my grandfather's body, and my tears couldn't stop.Compared with the time spent with mom and dad, it seems that the time spent with grandpa is longer and happier.After all, in the first half of the high school, we got along very well and had many happy memories.

The final exams are over, and it's another year of winter vacation.Now that my grandparents have passed away, I finally have a good reason to spend this New Year's Eve at home by myself.Quiet, very good.

I signed up for the gym with my sister, but unfortunately I couldn't stick to it. After a vacation, I didn't lose weight at all.

On April 4, I went home for the first time after the second semester of my sophomore year.Because I promised Minmin that I would make meatballs for her, I spent the whole weekend very uneasy, and my heart was always aching.Because, although I have done this kind of dish that needs patina, it has not been very successful.So, I'm worried that the finished product will disappoint her.

On Sunday, I got up early and went to the market to buy fresh pork tenderloin.Following the above steps, I turned the bright red meat into a golden dish little by little.Heaven pays off, this time, I succeeded!And, it was very successful!It's better than restaurants outside!

However, I was always worried about cooking and forgot to buy a ticket.I had no choice but to spend an extra yuan to buy a first-class seat on the high-speed rail. This was the first time in my life that I took a first-class seat.Fortunately, the flight attendant gave me a pack of snacks after checking the ticket, and this high-speed rail gift finally made up for my grievance of spending more money.

After a lot of ups and downs, the meat slip was finally delivered to Minmin. She liked it very much, and so did the people in their dormitory.

I thought, now, I should be closer to her.Unexpectedly, she still slapped me hard with reality.

On the 15th, after I hadn't contacted Minmin for 9 consecutive days, I deleted her QQ, because it was the only way to prevent me from actively contacting her.I am a cowardly person, and some classmates even said that I have a tendency to be masochistic.I know in my heart that as long as I keep her QQ, I will definitely want to contact her again and treat her well again.

However, I have made such mistakes too many times.From the very beginning.

I lost my friends because they

They each found new friends.However, even the people I like, I also lost.

So, I started to eat alone, go shopping alone, and take a walk by the river alone at night, accompanied by sad music in my ears.Occasionally I want to get drunk, but I just don't like the taste of wine.

After more than a month of such a muddle-headed life, the loneliness in my inner world made me desperately want to find something to do. In addition to going for a walk by the river every night, I would also practice with a tennis racket.

There is a residential area by the river called Jiangshan Picturesque. I like this location very much.Every time I passed by there, I would fantasize about whether that woman named Shang Yiluan would live here.Could it be that one day we met by chance?

With this thought, I began to miss that woman.

One morning in May, after teaching one or two classes, I walked out of the teaching building slowly.I have a legitimate reason not to attend the four English classes, so I plan to use this time to go shopping.

Walking down the steps, a tall figure appeared in front of my eyes. The day was sunny and sunny. I stopped involuntarily and quietly admired her rummaging through the utility room in the trunk of the car. try to find.

The world suddenly turned back to color, so I began to try to find her.

Finally, halfway through the semester, I saw her on a sunny day, chatting and laughing with several teachers.I stopped to admire her beauty.Still the same hairstyle, that tall figure, and that pair of slender legs.Wearing high heels, she was even taller than the male teacher standing with her.

I stood looking at her from afar, watching her every frown and smile, and I felt that I fell into it again...