When we were in the same class in the second year of high school, the class teacher changed the table during the off-duty semester, and actually transferred us together according to the model of men and women sitting at the same table. I was really beautiful at that time. His handsome and excellent qualities have always attracted me, and now I can be so close to him. However, at first we still didn't talk or communicate.
Although his grades are excellent, he is a very playful boy. Whistling after class and sleeping in class are also my habits, especially in the first class in the morning. It is often that the two of us sleep back to back at the same table and are caught by the class teacher who suddenly comes in. Other classmates will ridicule: you two sleep together every day.
Later, we will look at each other and find that the teacher is coming, so we quickly poke each other: "Get up, the teacher is coming."
I also learned to whistle from him. The first whistle tune I learned was the song "Daughter Love" in The Journey to the West.
Secret love is always a secret love. My love has never been known to him, and I don't even care if the other person knows how I feel. Sometimes I think foolishly, hoping that one day he will slip me a note or make an appointment with me. But this idea will soon be shattered, his character is impossible, and I may have a natural sense of inferiority, never dare to approach, and emotionally only keep a distance.
We only sat at the same table for one semester, and we separated after the third year of high school.
After graduation, he whistled and was admitted to a famous university. I listened to that sad song, and it fell into Sun Shan. I haven't been in touch for years.
In the years of college, he had sex with my best classmate once and broke up in discord.
After graduation, he was assigned to a state-owned enterprise. At that time, I also worked in a unit in the county, but we often met each other on the way to and from work every day, and just waved and said hello or smiled.
We met again on the way to work once, and he offered to say "Let's go together". We talked a lot that day, all asking about the current situation, which was a bit embarrassing.
The most interesting time later, I was with my boyfriend and met him and his girlfriend on the way. After greeting him face to face, I couldn't help looking at his girlfriend and noticed that he also looked at my boyfriend, and then I smiled. Perhaps, everything has long been put down in my heart. Unrequited love is just a good memory of my youth and high school. There is no pain, only an impression.
Later, he resigned from a state-owned enterprise and started his own business, becoming the boss of a construction company. In the past two years, when people get old in middle age, their temples are white, because they drink all the year round and their health is poor. He has become a greasy man, not the handsome guy in white.
Over the years, we are all changing, from unrequited love to strangers, from strangers to meeting again, until today's relationship, meeting an "old classmate."