Chapter 797

He sat cross legged on the ground, turning over photos, each one looking very carefully. At present, the photos he turned over should be from his sixth grade.

I'm still wearing a small school uniform.

So how old did the idiot start to like him?

At that time, when the body was not well developed, it began to heat up?

Thinking about the deep one by one turned over the photo, the mouth has always been like a zipper opened like a show.

Turning to the middle, he found that the photos were put in order of age. Junior high school has turned over, accounting for only 30 or 40% of the appearance, and the rest are all in senior high school.

So she should like him more and more, more and more deeply.

Is it OK for him to understand that?

As you can't imagine, the following are all from high school. He is wearing high school uniform, ball uniform and most of his back.

It turns out that this fool is behind him every day. He's really scheming.

After reading one in the library, he continued to look at the next one with deep consideration, and his brow suddenly wrinkled.

In the picture, he was wearing a blue raincoat, and he didn't know what it was around him. He was daubed with a watercolor pen.

He likes to wear this blue raincoat in rainy days, so I don't remember when he wore it. The scene is at the east gate of the school.

What's around you?

Looking at the picture, he frowned for a long time, but didn't come up with what was wiped by Lin yishallow. He raised it and suddenly found that there seemed to be words behind the picture.

"Like your 1520 day, it's raining, and the people around you are still not me."

On the 1520 day, when I saw this number, I thought about the heat in my eyes.

He knew that the people around him must be Xi Xia.

He put his thumb gently on the 1520 day number and rubbed it gently.

This fool, this fool!

One by one photos turned down, unconsciously, tears have overflowed from the eyes, a drop of tears hanging on the lower eyelashes for less than a second, dropping on the photos.

It's right on his face.

This is a picture of senior two when they went to a city to study and listen. He stood on the stage and spoke.

I still wear a high school uniform.

"Goodbye, my youth, my favorite thoughts."

The last one, the figure of him coming out of the examination room on the day when the college entrance examination ended.

The handwriting behind is more mature and sophisticated than the one in front.

His Lin yishallow has grown up!

I always thought that how much he liked Lin yishallow and that she was fickle, but compared with her love for him, he couldn't do it at all.

Thinking deeply and stupidly, I look at the pictures on the ground, each of which is his youth, their youth.

One by one, Lin yishallow likes his appearance.

For a long time, he put down the last picture in his hand and looked at several boxes in the cabinet.

He took it out, and it was full of new things, rulers, pens, erasers, and a box of anime stickers.

Stationery is the brand he likes to use. He has every one.

Those stickers are all the animes he likes in junior high school and senior high school. He turned them over. There are many of them. He has collected them himself.

When he recalled this, his tears had blurred his vision.

Everyone said that song Changlin had gone abroad with Lin yishallow. He didn't cry.

He didn't cry when he faced death in the fire.

The grandfather who loved him broke his last breath in front of him. He didn't cry.

He cried in the face of all this in the cupboard.

(2 also, Happy Mid Autumn Festival, eat moon cakes and don't forget to vote. This month's end of the month ticket seems to be double. You can keep it until the end of the month to vote ~ ~ MoMA Da...)