Chased by brothers

When I met him, I was still an ignorant teenager who had just gone through the first big screening in my life. Don’t laugh, to be honest, at that time, I thought I was old enough and had a deep understanding of life. What about the sophomore boy in the school.

When I was in high school, I lived in a dormitory. I was so excited at that time. It was the first time in my life that I was away from my parents. I wished I could run around twice upstairs and downstairs.Obviously, children of this age are like this. The four of us in the dormitory played cards on the first night, but it can only be said that we are still too young. The bed check is the strictest on the first day, so the four of us It was an honor to be the first batch of students to be notified of criticism.

Although I said that I don't mind such a small punishment, it can still be revoked, but I still have a lump in my heart. I always feel that people in my class will look at me strangely. At that time, I didn't know that there was a word called Mouth and body upright.

The notice of criticism was posted on the bulletin board for a week. After lunch on the last day, I thought about commemorating the first punishment in my life.

There, I met him.

The bulletin board in our school is backed by the sun, so it has a very backlighting effect.He was standing there, with his back to me, and the sun was shining from his body. At that time, I thought, let me go, how can someone have such a good-looking back.I walked up to find that he was looking at my criticism, but I couldn't mistake my first and last look because of this, so I stood beside him, staring at the picture without speaking. I read the paper for a long time.

It's kind of silly to think about that scene now, but luckily he broke the ice later, although I'd rather he didn't talk.He turned his head around slowly, the face really matched his back view, there were no words, he could only describe it with good looks, then he pointed to a name on the paper and asked me: "Is this you?"

I froze for a moment, then nodded, "How do you know it's me?"

"I live in the dormitory next door to yours. When you came to our dormitory on the first day to say hello to your mother, I've seen you before." He smiled.

I have to say that I was fascinated by his smile, and asked stupidly, "Why haven't I seen you?"

He probably didn't expect me to ask this question. After a while, he replied: "That may be because our work and rest schedules are too different." Then he left.

After all, it was high school at that time. The so-called dormitory meant that we were only allowed to sleep there for one night. We had no time and were not allowed to stay in the dormitory during the day.And I am a model of going out late and returning early, and he is the real one who goes out early and returns late, so the two of us are perfectly staggered.

That night, I deliberately lingered in the classroom for a long time before leaving. When I walked out of the teaching building, there was no one on the road. The big tree next to me looked very emotional under the street lights. For a moment, I felt that I was a poet. A poet who cannot write poetry.When my artistic cells were about to die out, I saw a figure in front of me. I walked faster, and it was only when I got closer that I saw that it was the boy in the dormitory next door.

At that time, I still couldn't understand the saying that curiosity killed the cat. I just thought this boy was very good-looking and wanted to get close to him.That night, when we went back to the dormitory together, I was basically talking nonsense on the way. As for what I was talking about, I actually didn’t know it very well, but I just felt very happy.Then I got up early the next morning in order to meet him by chance, but I didn't.

I feel like I am in a trance, thinking about him all day long: I have to leave late tonight, I need to know what his name is, which class he is in, and what time I usually leave in the morning...

In the evening, I was a little early and met him on the stairs, and he looked surprised that he had met me two nights in a row.

I also pretended to be surprised, and then asked him logically if he wanted to go together at night.

He agreed.

This night was the same as last night, I told him to listen, the only difference was that many topics today were premeditated.I also managed to find out when he left in the morning, and that the class I was studying was the experimental class upstairs.

Under my deliberate entanglement, we finally counted as good friends, and I spent all my spare time looking for him: between classes and lunch time.