In the morning exercise team, all the people are simple faces. The boys and girls who are separated by several teams are drawn.

The boy looked at the girl who was several teams away from him.

Lin yishallow glares at the eyes, the eyes are shining, the screen changes again, and then there is a cartoon.

In the school basketball court with thousands of people, the boy holds a bottle of water and looks at the most prominent girl sitting in the crowd.

There are stars in the night sky. The moon is hanging in the treetop. On the quiet campus path, the girl is carrying her schoolbag and two books in her hand, walking in front of her.

The boy was carrying his schoolbag, with his hands in his school uniform pants pocket, looking at the girl in front of him.

On a sunny morning, both teenagers and girls are carrying schoolbags, wearing school uniforms, clean white shirts, and girls' skirts are swinging gently in the wind.

The boy followed her, his eyes fixed on her.

The teacher took up the lunch break to make up the lessons for them. The girl fell asleep with a bookshelf in front of her.

The teacher's step was almost to the girl's desk, and the boy suddenly raised his hand.

Lin yishallow saw this one, with tears in his eyes.

She didn't know. She didn't even know all of them.

Dozens of comics take them to recall the seven or eight years after they knew each other. Each one can remind Lin Yiqian of the picture at that time.

It's like it happened yesterday.

In August, outside the courtyard wall of the girl's house, the young white T-shirt stood at the corner of the wall and looked up at the Apricot Branches protruding out of the girl's yard. The apricots on it fell to the ground because no one ate them.

The Yellow apricot everywhere, the silhouette of the youth is particularly lonely.

In February next year, the young man stood under the courtyard wall of the girl's house and looked at the Apricot Branches stretching out of the courtyard wall. The leaves sprouted green buds and the spring was shining.

But the youth's figure is still lonely.

In April of the same year, the young man stood under the courtyard wall of the girl's house and looked at the apricot branch stretching out of the courtyard wall, which means a harvest.

The youth's figure is still lonely, the picture is still sad.

In August of childhood, under the wall of the girl's house, the boy was wearing a white T-shirt, standing at the corner of the wall, covered with apricots.

The young man bowed his head and made a mockery of himself.

She has been away for a year.

See this one, Lin Yi shallow tears run, from the deep thought behind a hug him.

There are many caricatures in the back. Lin yishallow covers his mouth and asks, "these, when did you draw them?"

"When I like you," he said with deep and light consideration

Lin Yi shallow ears close to his back, listening to his pleasant voice, familiar voice, like the voice.

My eyes are reluctant to leave the big screen for a moment.

Lin yishallow didn't count many comics, so many that she couldn't count. One went by, and she was waiting for the next.

A line of beautiful words suddenly appeared on the screen, "on the 52nd day when she liked Lin yishallow, she wore a beautiful pink skirt, which was more beautiful than the doll with good care."

Then he changed a line of words: "like the 520th day of Lin Yiqian, the sun is very good today, but she is more dazzling than the sun on the platform."

After a while, another line of words was changed: "like Lin Yiqian's Day 1314, she was assigned to the same class with me, I really want her to be my side."

"Like the 1520th day of Lin Yiqian, we are together in a city, a strange environment, there are still so many people like her."

Lin yishallow did not dare to look down. She took back her eyes, closed them, and asked, "is this what you wrote?"