Your deskmate in high school was Zhuo Qinghou. She was kind, gentle, beautiful, and amazingly self-disciplined... and seemed to include all the beautiful words in the world. Such a perfect person, you can't feel a trace of jealousy when you look at her. You just like to lean on the other person's shoulder as if she is doing something coquettishly when she writes notes during her break. "Zhuo Qingbox," she tilted her head slightly, quietly waiting for your next sentence, but you just screamed, but you just wanted to call her for no reason. So you stopped talking and waited for her to finish her notes and looked back at you. The sunlight passed through the window like a mottled gold dripping between her hair, making her eyes clear - you like her very much, her clear eyes reflected a small you, and the small you melted into her shallow smile. At this time, she would look at you and ask, "What's wrong?" She climbed up to her ears with inexplicable enthusiasm, and shook her head, "I'm so bored, you can talk to me." At this time, something was stuffed into her palm, spreading her palm, and a piece of fruit candy wrapped in colored cellophane lies quietly on it, which was something that could be seen everywhere in the small shop at the school gate, but you felt like you had a treasure and had a silly day in your arms.
You thought such a peaceful life would last for the entire three years of high school, but what would happen to you? On the day when something happened at Zhuo Qingwang's house, she didn't come to school. You looked at the empty desk beside you, without the slender figure, and you felt a little uneasy. The Chinese teacher's speech continued, but your ears couldn't listen to it at all. He just pressed the pen tip anxiously and stared at the empty space unconsciously.
With a "bang", the classroom door was pushed open. You suddenly woke up and looked up and saw Zhuo Qingbox standing outside the door. The sunshine poured down from behind her, but she stood in the shadow, looking hazy and unable to see clearly. I just shouted a report in a tired voice, and then walked to your desk silently, sat down, opened my schoolbag, took out my stationery and books. You just saw her pale face clearly and your lips were pursed. So you couldn't help but push her gently, and she turned her head and tried to curl her eyes towards you, but she couldn't hold a single point in the corner of her mouth. You had to lower your head and read the book in a dull way.
After class, you asked her what was wrong, but she just shook her head and said it was okay and was not happy to mention what happened. Later, you got some information from your classmates, knowing what was going on in her home, but you didn’t dare to ask her. After all, you are as delicate as you know that this kind of thing is always a knife in the other person’s heart every time you mention it. Qingqian has been less talkative since then, and he rarely speaks unless necessary. You didn't know how to treat her in a daze all day long. Slowly, they gradually got farther and farther away until they had nothing to say. After graduating from high school, Qingbao went abroad to study. So this girl, who is as pale and pure as a mountain lotus leaf, temporarily disappeared into your life. But occasionally you will remember that it rained heavily after evening self-study one day in high school, but you didn’t bring an umbrella. Just as I was about to go home from the rain, I saw the green box standing with an umbrella across the street through the dim light. She waved at you and signaled you to go over. You jog over with excitement and nervousness, and under the umbrella was a girl's sad and gentle face. She curled her eyes and smiled: "Come with me to have a midnight snack." That was your first relaxed chat since that incident, and it was also your last time to be alone.
My thoughts suddenly retracted. You stretched out your hand, thinking that you could catch the pouring raindrops that night, the fruit candy thrown by Zhuo Qing's box, and even the arc of the candy passing through the air has outlined half of your future blueprint for you and her, sweet and shining... But now what pours you through is the sunshine. But the humid and gloomy air still lingers in my heart for many years until mold grows.