Chapter 73 (74)

I went back to the dormitory very exhausted, and from a distance, I saw a familiar figure standing at my door. When I walked forward, he suddenly turned towards me, and I almost screamed out of fright. He looks exactly like "little one"!However, he is his father. We ordered a few fried dishes in the school cafeteria, and had a pleasant conversation for a long time. His personality is completely different from that of the little one, and he is very enthusiastic and funny. He told me a lot about his ups and downs as a teacher: "One year I sent other people's children to college, but failed to bring my own back from college!" He smiled wryly and shook his head at me.

I told him many things that "little boy" told me, and he was not overly sad. It could be seen that he had already overcome the trauma of the little boy's departure. It’s good to say what you say in your heart!” In the last night, when I sent him to the school gate, he carried the schoolbag that “Little One” carried when he went to school, and told me before getting on the car: The couple now adopted another child , the name is still the same as the little one: Li Hongsheng! Back in the dormitory, I found the song of The Little Prince and the Glass Slipper that I had never dared to listen to again.

In the empty dormitory, the lights were broken for some reason. In the dark room, except for singing and memories, everything seemed to be gone. If a song is a piece of life, I believe it is true, a smell, a piece of clothing is the same, when you smell, see or hear them again, the time that has already passed will quietly The girls come back to surround you and comfort you, but when they gently disappear by your side again, there will be nothing left but sadness. The time between me and Yang Hong was neither a song nor a taste, it was a bicycle, a bicycle that I had long lost. Yang Hong's home is only 30 meters away from the school

We also only spend thirty minutes at a time it was the last year of high school Sitting in the back of the car, she hugged me tightly for the first time We walked around the school, avoiding the teacher's interruption The corner of the building, superficially, yes, a kiss She was startled, blushing and looking ahead I'm as cute as her Give her a pouch with keys I quietly left a big one Without saying a word, she hid in my arms bike down Is she drunk? like me with my eyes closed I am getting better and better, and I have reported the key points She, getting worse, learned to draw

I finally saw that me She draws much better than me I can't draw her well I can only foolishly wait for her to finish class Take her and her picture folder and ask: Where are you going? Wherever you go, it's fine! Her balcony is empty then one more hug don't wait for me to open my eyes run away like a butterfly Go around to the back of the building to see her room White lace curtains covered with snowflakes On the frosty window, after a while There will be a core drawn by a finger and her smiling face that erased the frost But I'll never know who stole my bike and our snowy time.