that year before the college entrance examination, I did not use a cell phone, I do not know how you found my head teacher, you let the class teacher tell me, Hui, the smooth college entrance examination.
Muzi, it’s been hidden in my heart for years, warm and grateful.
all the time, I have persisted in calling you Muzi, the distance between us, like a friend, without a word. Between teachers and students, there are always some shackles and uneasiness.
I hate, that kind of fetter, or the way you look down.
, in fact, you never put up a shelf for a teacher. Just compared to other students, it seems that you are especially severe to me. For example, questions in the classroom, others can not answer, you nod to sit down, I can not, to accompany you to stand two lessons. And the most horrifying thing is, every lesson, you will ask me, so that you are afraid at that time, but strange, there is a little expectation.
asked me, is Muzi a relative of you? Take care of you all the time.
little red print on the cheeks, Muzi, you are good to me. I’m very grateful. So that time to work hard to back politics, just want to win you more in the performance, that is the only way to repay you. So every test, is the highest score, although my science idiot, can not bring up the overall results, but I think you can see my efforts.
that time SARS made in order to improve the physique, with vigour and vitality, every day in the morning, I will be along the playground laps, every time I met you, cast smile, natural, and not self-conscious.
I like that morning, with you, the rising sun, and the smell of light grass.
likes to write poems and write a whole hard shell. I’ll show you in the self study class, hoping to get your little compliments, watching you read carefully, and little pride. I have my strong points to attract you.
I want you to think, I’m different.
that year, silk to the waist, soft, flying, you say you like to sit quietly in the window to write the appearance of poetry. It’s a girl in a teenager dream.
smile, as you say, I refuse to lose countless love letters, myriad sentimental eyes.
is not dislike, but a feeling that they do not understand me, my poetry.
I don’t want to be a vase and draw on the eyeballs of the opposite sex on a beautiful appearance.
I just know me as long as one person. Know all of me.
then have a mentor to me every night self-study class will be tangled, I’m stuck on the stairs, and then he said shamelessly since that beautiful love, I seem to have become the focus of the school, the students laughed at Beauty causes danger. When I was young, I did not know how to deal with it. I was scared to cry and fled again and again.
you can see my embarrassment. Every day school, you follow me behind and protect me until I’m going to the corner of my home. That night and another night of panic, at a loss, with your protection, I feel relieved, even hope that every night is like this, you quietly walk behind me. The
senior may be afraid of your dignity and slowly no longer harass me. But you and I have got used to it, and so, walk quietly at the end of the day. No words, belongs to you and my tacit understanding, little warmth, spread all over the body. Just after
, for years, no one makes me so safe.
yes, you are good to me, to all to see. How many girls envy me behind the fox, even more terrible abuse, I know all that, just laugh it off. It is not to be calculated.
actually, only I know why you’ve always appreciated me. Once a
, you are a little famous wit, you want to like me, one heart.
at least, we know each other.
that night, you seem to have drunk a lot of wine, you talk to a female student on your desk, and you can hardly be close, almost forget that this is the classroom. Small jealousy climb up the heart, Muzi, in addition to me, good for me, you can no longer be so detailed to other girls, care. May not！ May not！
I intentionally wrestled the book on the desk, made a big move, and then stared at you hard, and I saw you indifferent. I broke out at last!
“teacher, I go out in the pass by your side, I will deliberately feet mercilessly to chop your feet, you see the pain grinning like, I proudly say to you, I’ll be back soon, don’t worry about the teacher oh!
bought an ice cream in the shop outside, filled it with one mouthful, and returned to the classroom with satisfaction.
you have sober half, lying on the podium. But the eyes looked at me all the time, and there seemed to be something to say.
school, the monitor told me, Hui, Mr. Muzi asked you to come to the office.
has some accident, but it is reasonable.
sitting opposite you, stubborn I do not speak, it seems that you have some helplessness, but a good temper to ask me, Hui, in the life of the teacher’s anger? I’m talking with which Yin and Yang, dare? Dare not!
you laugh, say, children, always a child.
annoyed me with my little disapproval. I immediately retorted. Though I was under eighteen years old, I was not infantile to the age of three years old. Today I am upset. You are provoked me.
is now really naive to think about it, and talking to the teacher can be so strong.
if you could have been born ten years early, I was born ten years late, how good it should be! Suddenly the words, gently ear, in the air slowly blooming, like you said to me, it seems to be a person’s whisper.
Muzi, you know, on weekdays, I often tell you naughty, “I was born old, I was born old, I hate being born at the same time”, “good day and good king”, why is not the answer I give you?
Muzi, forgive me to have to pretend to be relaxed, I said, well, it’s a pity, but I will remember you in my heart. See you sigh gently, night, cool and incomparable.
that night, a sudden power outage, quiet office only you and me, and the dark night, you seek me anxiously Hui, don’t be afraid, I take you out.
carefully grabbed your clothes, walked out of the building because of the dark and somewhat frightening teaching building.
you say, go home and rest early, good night.
good night, top, a crescent moon, bright and bright.
your face, that looks like that.
later, I did not disagree, or let you disappoint. There is a serious deviation between the arts and science, and the results of the college entrance examination are awful. Because of the disgrace, I can’t hide from you, go to another middle school and continue to read Gao San.
will call you once in a while.
I said, really, I can’t read a good university. I’m afraid of numbers, I’m afraid of English, my only hobby, words, but I can’t save me. You have to forgive me, I really do my best.
you comfort me, silly! You are the best.
also often write to you, I show my classical Chinese literary jargons very pleased. You only give me back a letter, said, years of quiet good, son of virtuous beauty, such as water could provoke you love. I know it’s hard for you to return a letter to me as the head teacher of the graduating class. You are too busy to lose weight quickly.
I can’t do it.
soon again the college entrance examination, without my mobile phone, you can not find, can only wait for me to contact you.
that day, I didn’t call you on the initiative because of my anxiety.
the day before the college entrance examination, I returned to the hotel to gather with my classmates and prepare for the exam tomorrow. At this time the head teacher found me, said, Hui, your once political teacher called me, let me tell you, the college entrance examination is smooth.
was really moved to cry at that moment. How did you find my head teacher? Not in a school, a lot of trouble! I’m really sorry to bother you.
as I expected, was admitted to the ordinary university, School of accounting, and pass the text. I was disappointed in myself, but I never gave up on the words.
University, everything is new.
I tell you, as before, different boys gave me roses, chocolates, sweet and fragrant.
you smile, young, beautiful, unstoppable.
I laugh, wanton, Zhang Yang. Muzi, how nice of you to be my side!
later you asked me, Hui, you had a hard time in three years of high school. Because boarding in my aunt’s home, a little experience of taste, grievance, worry, no one complained, he desperately depressed themselves, long illness, nowhere sustenance. Muzi, you save life in my life, with me through the long years, three years, because of you, also more surprises, comfort. You are ashamed to say, “well, forgive me, not to do anything for you. It’s my bad.”
Muzi, in fact, you have given me the best in your range.
are the spiritual sustenance of spirit, so I was flawless and perfect.
I should thank you. It’s true. Read all my life.
music write you my story, Bibi’s ear is the notes “
: I see the sky is blue like you in my side
there are too many regrets in life the more people grow up more lonely
I’d like to fly far are not tired to understand more deeply love the heart will be more pain in my
I just want to fly in the sky and I know you will be at my side
the picture record of memories of love is always in your hands a long line
carrying my miss across the horizon of your warm smiling face still as before
the picture record of memories you want me to learn to be brave
occasionally cry red eyes you will understand the tears in my heart another perfect
Muzi, who belongs to you my little understanding, others forever You can’t replace it far.
you’re going to be well.
was born and I was born, and I was born to continue