Seeing a girl, mistaken for life + extra side

I leaned over my head and twitched the corners of my lips when I saw the photo.

"Hey, your photography skills are really good. I don't need p-pictures in the later stage. It's just a dream-like scene." I looked at the bragging sister who was neither blushing nor heartbeating.

The senior sister glared at me, and said angrily: "This time it doesn't count, you moved just now so you didn't focus!"

I was a little stunned, "My fault?"

"Yes!" Senior sister replied confidently.

"Okay, I'll bear my fault." I looked at my senior and smiled helplessly.Then he took the camera and took a picture of the senior sister.

On the screen, the senior sister looked at me with a small mouth in surprise, and my reflection in her eyes was extraordinarily cute.I looked at the photo and laughed.

"Let's take a picture together." Senior sister looked at me and smiled softly.

"Okay." Turning the camera towards us, the senior sister leaned her head on my shoulder, and pulled my ear with one hand mischievously, while I turned to look at her, with a slight movement of my finger, the picture was frozen at this moment.

I looked down at my watch, it was almost two o'clock, I picked up my schoolbag in a hurry, turned my head and said to my senior sister: "I'm going to tutoring." A kiss was left on his lips. "I'm leaving, I'm at home by myself, okay, the fruit is on the table to eat by myself."

Riding on the bicycle, I rode to the location of the tutoring.

☆、Chapter 18

The author has something to say: a little sweet. .

My senior and I spent this summer vacation with honey.

On the day when the third year of high school started, I asked for leave in the afternoon, ran to the airport, and said goodbye to my senior sister at the airport.

I hugged my senior sister tightly and let go reluctantly.Pulling the senior to press the senior against the door of the toilet, kissing her lightly so hard that he bit his lips to the point of bleeding, the bloody smell permeated the mouths of the two of them, and watched the senior go to the ticket gate.And I just stood there and watched her leave.

The autumn wind should be comfortable and fruity, but I feel cold outside this style, and my piercing eyes are wet. I stared at the haze in front of me, and was stunned, only to realize that there is a kind of injury, pain in parting yes.Salty tears streamed into his mouth.

Parting, a bit sad, but not melancholy: a bit regretful, but not pessimistic, because there is the hope of reunion to comfort.

I looked up at the plane that was fading away, and stretched out my hand to grab the sky, "Wait for me."

I stepped on the bicycle to go home, and my back was a little lonely.

And I officially entered the third year of black high school.

Looking at the empty space around me, I miss her a little bit.Cheng Yan poked my back with a pen, "What's wrong with Ling Jing? Is she sick?"

I said bitterly: "No, it's not because she's sick that she's so active. She's gone to study abroad to pursue her dream."

She has embarked on the path of her own hope, hard work, but promising.

I'm very happy, because I've got a head start myself, I looked at the century-old tree outside the window, and smiled very gently.

Ling Jing, who was far away in Germany, looked at the photo album in her hand.

The photo with Shen An blurred her eyes. She and her friendship started from wearing crotch pants. They once wore a pair of pants, received the same scolding, and stayed in front of each other's bed because of the other's illness. They were two people. A best friend who can fight each other, but does not allow others to scold each other.No matter how fierce the two of them quarreled, Yizhun would come to school the next day laughing and joking.How can we be willing to part with each other in the sky.

Ling Jing looked at the drunk photo of Shen An taken on the phone before leaving, her cheeks were as red as a monkey's butt, she did not have the slightest calm attitude as usual.Looking at the tears dripping on the phone.Then she wiped her eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Huh, I didn't cry. If she knew, wouldn't she laugh at me to death? I will come back with my achievements to cover you."

"Puff..." The girl next to her suddenly laughed.

Ling Jing turned her head and was a little annoyed, looking at the people around her with red eyes: "Why are you eavesdropping on others?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, but you are very funny, I couldn't help laughing when I heard it." The girl beside her said apologetically.

"Hi, my name is Xu Jing, nice to meet you, lovely girl." Xu Jing held out her hand.

Ling Jing shook hands with her in a daze: "Hello, my name is Ling Jing."

"Then we are really destined, we are both Jing." The girl looked at her and said.

"Hey, what are you doing in Germany?" Ling Jing looked at the girl and asked.

"I came here to study abroad, how about you?" Xu Jing said.

"What a coincidence? Me too!" Ling Jing was a little excited.

I once saw a sentence: The Buddha said: Looking back five hundred times in the previous life, only in exchange for passing by in this life.In this short life, we meet once, how many incenses and fires in the previous life.Holding hands is a kind of fate, looking back is a kind of fate; life has a kind of fate, love is a kind of fate; if there is an afterlife, the next life is also a kind of fate.What makes up life is the countless fates; let you make knots and untie them.Only by cherishing the fate and following the fate can we see the rise and fall of the fate with the Buddha's heart.

Maybe fate is so wonderful, you have found your other half in the vast sea of ​​people, isn't this a kind of fate?Between people, meeting each other is fate.There is an old saying: After ten years of cultivation, one can cross the same boat, but after one hundred years of cultivation, one can sleep together.It is such a rare fate and happiness for two people who were strangers to meet and know each other in the dark.