Love comes too fast, like a tornado.

I can't live without the storm circle and I don't have time to escape.

I can't think anymore, I can't think anymore.

I don't, I don't, I can't.

Love goes too fast, like a tornado.

I can't bear it, I have nowhere to hide.

I don't think anymore, I don't think anymore.

I don't, I don't, I don't want to miss you anymore...

Now, I am fascinated by this song from a long time ago. I used to feel that this song was very ordinary, not good, and the melody was nothing special.

Maybe after a long time, I feel that my ability has become stronger, and I realize that the melody is so beautiful and so nice. The key is whether I have the heart to listen to the words of every note and experience the emotions in it.

Or, the same goes for understanding a person.

I am willing to understand me, so I can describe it as speed. But I understand her, but it is just an acceleration in the opposite direction.

As my first year of high school started for a long time, my mentality became more and more worried. I became more and more reluctant to leave the past, more and more escaped from the present, and then became withdrawn.

I started to go out the corridor less and listen to humorous buddies talking, I began to fantasize about another conversation with myself, I began to like to write sad words more... I began to forget to be happy...

If you have a bad mentality, the more serious the inferiority complex you feel. So, I took off my glasses and showed my true face. It was not self-confidence, but more inferior.

In addition to concealing the glasses, I can also make people think that I am more handsome without glasses. However, inferiority complex made me know a fact: I am not handsome.

On weekend nights, I was still shopping alone and foolishly thought that I might meet Di in the crowded crowd. My heart that didn't want to shore was floating around, looking for answers without questions.

It's not bad to listen to some pedestrians singing by the Jinjiang River. Because I can hear many new songs that I like, such as "Can I Give Me Time for a Song" and "Love Too Much". At that time, the single loops on my phone were always serving me.

At night, I can always easily make people think too much, just like now. I still want to "Writing Poems for You", "Can I give me time to a song?" "I. believe" I.can, because I, "Only Feelings of You".

In this sentimental world, I feel inferior, I am self-pity, and I am crazy and think that no one wants to understand me. Therefore, I am taciturn, I am cold, and I am withdrawn. I turn all the things in my heart into the words I want. Finally, I praise myself. This is the pessimistic side of my heart. I have never let anyone enter half of the pessimistic world deep in my heart.

However, Gan is an exception that I can't figure out.

She really easily entered my pessimistic world and silently counted my scars, but I was still unaware of it.

Notes are her magic weapon. The words written on the note are illusory, but I am just a person who puts the truth on the illusory. In other words, I am more real and emotional than I am in the real world.

She learned about my past through the note, but I never thought that I would be willing to tell her. Maybe, I really hoped that I could tell her.

If her note had not been passed to me by several people, it would have been that when the teacher wrote the blackboard, she drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell beside me. It was as if the angel's wings were guarding me and kept me remembering that the angel was always paying attention to me by my side.

If you chat with notes for a long time, there will be more. After accumulating, there will be no less than one hundred copies. However, the records continue...

Slowly, I began to care about her.

What will this mean?

Just like the moon is bright and beautiful in the early morning! But you can only see a few stars.

At different stages of human growth, does God send an angel to bring him growth, and then after he grows up, he quietly returns to heaven, ready to help others grow?

The thoughts in the weekly diary have not decreased, but have become stronger and stronger. The Chinese teacher hasn’t read my weekly diary for a long time, but there are readers, just sweet.

What I expressed in my weekly diary is all about missing a friend, just like missing me, and I didn’t mention that I liked her at all. Not at all...

After reading the weekly diary I wrote, she would use a pencil to draw some sentences in my weekly diary and write down her own reading notes. Or, ask me questions in it.

There was a question asked: "Do you like her?" I... denied guiltily...

After reading my weekly diary, she would also let me see her weekly diary and tell me that she liked a boy in junior high school. However, it was that kind of crush. After graduating from junior high school, I never met her much.

I don't know why she told me this, but for sure, she made me even more sentimental. I couldn't even figure out what I was thinking, and I suddenly felt so confused. It seemed that my life had to go through such a stage.

The sky is not always sunny, there will always be rain, but don’t escape, accept the baptism of heaven, and there will be a new world.

I was a little confused, but there was not only an angel in my life.

Everyone is an angel and is bringing growth to some people. I believe.

My former deskmate, Brother Jiong, was very good to me and talked to me about my worries. I also told him that I had a flower name called Wulong. Huhu, and he still likes to call me Xinong.

He taught me a truth: acquired efforts can make up for innate defects.

My fingertips, that is, the small finger joint closest to the nail, will cause the finger joints behind to bend when bent. Many people are the same. But Brother Jiong's fingertips can be bent without causing the finger joints behind to bend, which can control the fingertips only move, while the finger joints behind to remain unmoved. I thought he was born like this, so it turned out that he practiced it!

He taught me how to practice, and I also practiced for a long time, and I couldn't do it until I was in college. But I really can't believe that the magic of hard work is so powerful!

Similarly, a good junior high school deskmate taught me how to move my ears, and now, I can do it too.

The people who bring you growth in life are all angels, and I believe it very much.

However, some angels pass by you, while some angels seem to have left, but they seem to be by your side and let you grow.
Chapter completed!