Old-school love story.
Choice is a great thing, and I hope you have a choice in the face of all the problems.
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the whole city once knew the things that Dazhi students had lofty ambitions.
during the winter vacation in 1998, when Dazhi saved lives by diving, the then 8-year-old stood in the city's largest live broadcast hall to give a speech. Dazhi's speech was revised by all the Chinese teachers in the grade, and it took him a whole week to win applause in the speech with stress triangle and wavy lines.
Dazhi looked at the affirmative eyes of the teachers and the envious eyes of the students and suddenly felt full of strength.
before bowing and stepping off the stage, he raised his voice and bravely shouted to the microphone: "Teachers and students, I will certainly fight for my dreams and hobbies. Please believe that I will be the first man to land on the moon. I will also be the first Chinese to win the Nobel Music Prize!" But Dazhi never knew that an American named Armstrong had helped him realize his dream of the moon 29 years earlier. What makes him even sadder is that there is no music prize in the Nobel Prize at all. Dazhi, who knew the truth, suddenly felt that the hail of the whole world had hit him in the neck at the same time. Anyway, that's what he said, and the live broadcast of the party left a shadow in his undeveloped mind. On the road to the next nine-year compulsory education, Dazhi became angry and tried to be strong. He did not hear anything outside the window and was only focused on eating and drinking. So at that time, the little fat man who was barely called cute turned into an upgraded version of the fat man when he was about to graduate from junior high school. So in the phalanx of the friction between the young girls and the ignorant boys, he seemed to be separated by the forces of both sides.
when Dazhi graduated from the third year of junior high school, the piano passed CET-10. If there is anything he can praise, the piano must be the first. Maybe the only one.
the day he finished the exam, as soon as he got home, he saw that the brand new piano he had just owned was being played with by a little girl with a ponytail whip. The ponytail girl stood up from the stool, pinched Dazhi's face, and said with a smile.
I know. You must be Dazhi. My name is Han Qingqing. From now on, we will be neighbors. Without even looking at her, Dazhi sat down and stared straight and began to study his favorite heart now. Since then, Dazhi has devoted more than half of the time spent studying eating, and drinking to piano practice.
Han Qingqing sometimes sat behind watching TV, and sometimes he would lie down on the bench downstairs and watch the shining notes floating out of Dazhi's window, and then he got into her ear and ran to the tip of her hair.
at the end of the first semester of the first year of senior high school, our ambitious students completed the first step of the losers' counterattack-slimming success. So as early as that year, he verified the popular saying that every fat man is a potential stock after he has lost weight. His stock, as his facial features become longer and longer, his more and more angular face rises and quickly becomes a hot figure in the grade.
Han Qingqing watched helplessly as more and more love letters began to be piled up in Dazhi's drawer. One day when she couldn't bear it, she secretly packed them all into her schoolbag and set them on fire in the yard downstairs.
when Dazhi asked Han Qingqing to come over for dinner that day, she refused for the first time, saying that she also wanted to lose weight. Dazhi student pinched Han Qingqing's face and said, you are almost a skull. Han Qingqing hid in her room and wrote a love letter for half a night, but she hadn't finished Dazhi's full name until Rest.
Dazhi didn't practice that night, either. He began to watch A Brief History of time, and he seemed to feel the hail that fell on his neck melting slowly. People's frustrations in childhood are always magnified several times, it seems that they are not wearing myopic glasses, but a magnifying glass, emotional ah, restless ah, satisfaction, and a little vanity are pulled wide and long through this pair of lenses.
Yes, these are the things that fill the heads of our ambitious students at that time. As for the places where youth hormones should be filled in the blanks, Dazhi doesn't know where those hormones go. So no matter how straightforward Han Qingqing's eyes are and no matter how many love letters are in the drawer, he is like a Filter purifier.
but Han Qingqing is different in that Dazhi is always willing to practice with her. Although Han Qingqing spends more than half of the day playing the role of chatter, as long as he sits down and starts to hit a note, Han Qingqing can sit like this hour after hour as if he had turned on silent mode. In his spare time playing the piano, Dazhi felt that she was really beautiful, such beautiful things, but there were so many beautiful things in the world, and that was what he thought at that time.
in fact, how does Dazhi know that these three years in high school are the most easily recognized in his life? Girls who like him only like the way he walks.
I'm afraid the girls at that time didn't know that before they didn't look like an "adult", they could meet a heartbeat so easily, and then the lovelorn seemed as if the sky could no longer clear up. Maybe it's because a person's shooting posture is like a gust of wind that you can't walk, or just a good word is enough to keep people's eyes open, or maybe it's just his voice that sounds so good. It seems that youth does have an old face. In the future, no matter how powerful they are, they are no longer as easy and incredible as these.
his ambition before the college entrance examination has been sent to his ideal school because of a national piano competition. He laughed at Han Qingqing for his endless learning and hard work, and he also helped Han Qingqing to study a lot of subjects. HanQingqing is very good at English, so she volunteered to attend a normal university in the same city as her classmate Dazhi.
Han Qingqing has always felt that Dazhi should always like him. After all, every day of so many years has not been in vain, and it is good that Dazhi is not the same to her as it is to other girls. She felt that the unspoken words between them should be tacit understanding.
she has endured the height of her character without expressing her love for so many years. But when a girl goes to college, she looks at the sweetness of the pair around her. If she has someone she likes very much, how can she help to say that she doesn't care if she is together or not? One Christmas, Dazhi went to the bar next to Han Qingqing's school and drank with a group of their friends until two or three o'clock in the morning. Dazhi asked soberly at the last minute, how can we get home? At that time, Han Qingqing was lying on the table, always looking at Dazhi's waving hands. She didn't know why she kept crying. She was just thinking that the hands were as good-looking as they were then.
at the moment when she finally held back her tears, she suddenly stood up and held Dazhi firmly. When Dazhi's hand was held by Han Qingqing, he didn't feel anything different. He just wondered how much Han Qingqing drank today, even with tears in his eyes.
Han Qingqing asked him whether we should still hold it like this.
when it comes to fate playing tricks on people, Dazhi's problem of falling off the chain has lasted from childhood to the present. With giddy drunkenness, he heard Han Qingqing say unexpectedly: I still want to hold the horse like this. Dazhi muttered in his heart that Han Qingqing was so unreasonable when he drank too much that he would give you the whole horse in the middle of the night.
so Dazhi shook his hands and raised his voice. He said to Han Qingqing, "go back to your Rest." Just because this time, Han Qingqing and Dazhi students have had the longest cold war since their acquaintance, which has been going on for three years now.
because not long after that Christmas, Dazhi went abroad and Han Qingqing moved. So up to now, they have hardly seen each other except to make an occasional phone call and leave a message. What they can think of is the second wedding of their high school monitor last year.
after that meeting, he saw on Weibo that Han Qingqing forwarded a Weibo message from Jixiao. It was quite long. Only the last sentence, Dazhi students remember very clearly. "there are some things I don't want to say, not cowardice and foolish loyalty, but for fear that you will be caught in a dilemma. Forgive me for gazing silently, worrying about ten thousand words, but not saying love. " when I saw this sentence, Dazhi students felt sick for a long time.
he knows that he is not fond of Han Qingqing. Just always feel that in their own life, the status of love, ah, may not be as high as people praise. If we are all those who yearn for fairy tales, then the fairy tales of ambition are only, do not focus on the description of love.
some people love to eat strawberries and make them sweet, while others love oranges and are greedy for their high vitamin C, but some people hate fruit and don't eat any mouthful, but some people may think that these are just fruits. It doesn't matter whether or not to eat, what to eat and how much to eat. Dazhi is the last one. A good friend of his once said that he had missed his marriage. Dazhi didn't understand what the antonym of missing and good marriage was.
Dazhi recalled what Han Qingqing said to him just after graduation: "what I hated most after the exam was the answer because I always thought my answer was always correct." Now I suddenly regret it. If possible, I would rather do less, those who always think the right choices. "
there are too many things to miss in the first 20 years of life. Others laugh at him too rigidly, but it is not fun for him to laugh at the world.
says yes or no, but you chose this and he chose something else.
The choice is a great thing, and I hope you have a choice in the face of all the problems. if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter. I'd love to mess up all the problems in the world with you.