I went out without reading the almanac and shed tears.

Many people had a friend of the opposite sex who talked about everything when they were students. Fan Xiao is such a role in my heart.

When she entered the first year of high school, a boy who didn't know much gave Fan Xiao a nickname, and she knew it. She got up from her seat, walked up to him with a sullen face and picked up a chair to say hello. After a few minutes, the little boy who was quite crazy just now became black and blue, unable to straighten up and kept begging for mercy.

This dozen, she immediately became famous, and since then she has achieved her image in high school for three years.

In the first week, I went to the front of the classroom with great interest to look at the duty table. As a result, when I saw it, I didn't even read the almanac when I went out, and I was with her.

When we went out on duty together, my biggest feeling was that the phrase "men and women are not tired from work" was simply nonsense. From going out to returning to the classroom for nearly half an hour, the two of us added up to no more than three sentences, which made me very tired.

Finally, she couldn't help talking to me first. I gradually found that extinction in the eyes of my classmates is actually quite interesting.

One day when we were sweeping the floor, I asked her, "What's your favorite occupation?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Queen!"

I asked why, and she said, "What better position than the Queen? If you kill your husband, you will be promoted to the next level immediately and become the queen mother. "

As soon as I heard this, I was so scared that I dropped my broom. When I looked at her again, I was already laughing.

She can always make fun of me in ways I can't think of. The atmosphere on duty suddenly became active, and after a long time, we became good friends.

At that time, we always felt that we didn't have enough time to talk, but we didn't have a mobile phone. We always walk together, afraid of classmates gossiping. Finally, she came up with an idea: we paid together and bought a big and thick notebook for two people. We agreed that two people would take turns to write, and when they finished writing, they would show it to each other when they were on duty. The other party would write it when they came home at night, and then return it, just like writing a letter.

So we succeeded in the only group of duty students in the class who went out on duty and carried schoolbags. Now think about it, they are like two underground workers.

(2)

At that time, what I wrote every day was nothing more than some gossip I saw during the day, or songs I heard, novels I read and TV plays. However, the other party's reply has become the biggest expectation of two people every day.

One night, as usual, I was lying on the bed in the dormitory watching her reply. She said that she had made up her mind to lose weight and wrote down her exercise plan in three paragraphs. I was thinking about how to encourage her, but when I read the last line, my face turned red:

Shit, writing letters is not an underground job, but my secret is the real underground job, okay! How did you know?

I said in my reply that day, "If you see it, don't help me."

The next day, I deliberately didn't mention it to her. She took the notebook and left with a wry smile. In the evening, she gave me a reply with only two short lines:

So at the end of the second year of senior high school, I managed to catch up with my deskmate, and at the same time, my "letter writing plan" with Fan Xiao was terminated. She left her notebook with her and said that she would keep it as a souvenir.

(3)

After going to college, everyone went their separate ways. My feelings failed to stand the test of a different place. Not long after school started, she called and said, "Let's break up."

I panicked and said, "What's the matter? Why? "

She said, "We are not suitable."

I quickly said, "No, I don't want to break up. I will come to you by train. You wait for me for two days! " "

She paused and said, "Stop it."

I said, "Don't ..."

She hung up the phone.

I didn't have my own mobile phone until I graduated from high school. It wasn't long before I made a phone call and brought me such news. How I wish I didn't have a mobile phone, so the news wouldn't come so suddenly and leave no trace.

I went to her city and found her university, but I didn't see her in the end. I stumbled in a strange city. I ran wildly on the playground of her university. I went to every corner of their teaching building. I picked up my mobile phone and called her countless times, and the reply was always "User turned off".

On the train back, I looked at the scenery that flashed outside the window, and finally I couldn't stop crying.

Is it over?

It's over.

(4)

On the way, some friends called to comfort me. I took two, dealt with a few words, and then simply turned off my phone. Back to the dormitory downstairs, there was a big package in the mailbox of our dormitory, which was sent to me. I'll take it upstairs and open it It's the thick notebook of that year.

Starting from where it ended before, I wrote more than a dozen pages later. A joke with confidence, comfort and the same style as those days. I kept crying at first, but she finally made me laugh.

I picked up my cell phone, turned it on and called her.

"Yes, thank you."

"Thank you? I've been writing all day! You have to write it and send it back to me. "

"Now that you have a mobile phone, how convenient it is to make a phone call."

"Cut the crap and send it back within a week!"

"Are you here to comfort people?"

"Why not? You said it yourself. Do you feel better? "

"......"

Put the phone down, I dare not neglect. I recited more than a dozen pages in a hurry, listed all the good and bad things since I was in college, and vomited two pages of bitterness. After writing, I feel much more relaxed.

There is no trace after the phone call, but writing yourself down on paper gives you an opportunity to look at yourself like an outsider, and you will be relieved when you look at it. This may be the effect that Fan Xiao wants.

(5)

During the holiday reunion, she came to me with a glass of beer and asked me, "Are you still lovelorn?"

I said, "It's over."

"Did you find another one?"

"Not yet, how can so fast? What about you? "

She drank the wine in her hand and said, "I found one and divided it."

I don't know.

I also dried the wine in front of me and said, "Come on."

"You also come."

(6)

Later, fewer and fewer students attended the party. Finally, everyone simply stopped organizing the party and asked their good friends.

In my opinion, that’s an excellent idea. Although the party used to be very lively, in fact, there were not many people you really wanted to see, so I was even more special. Every time I go to a party, I just want to see one person. So when I went home for the Spring Festival in my senior year, I invited Fan Xiao out for dinner.

Halfway through the meal, she put down her chopsticks and took out a notebook from her bag, which was filled with childish ideas and funny jokes from time to time. We watched it with interest.

She was so excited alone that I said, "Let me take it home and have a good look."

She suddenly changed her face and said, "No, you want to see it, just look here, in front of me."

I asked, "Why?"

She stopped talking, her face flushed, and she reached for it, but she couldn't catch me after all. Finally, I had no choice but to say, "Then you must return it to me tomorrow!" " "

I promise again and again.

(7)

When I got home, I read page by page by the light and didn't finish reading it until dawn. I just found that this thick book is almost full.

At that time, she wrote dozens of pages of paper, and every bit of it had some crumpled small pieces, which were the traces left by my tears.

This book records our story, not only the content of the story, but also the feelings at that time.

The notebook will be finished and our story will be over. In those days, we wrote one page a day. Later, the university wrote dozens of pages in four years; Up to now, it is not easy to read the previous letter again.

(8)

The next day, in front of the coffee shop downstairs, I returned the book to her. She took it and turned directly to the last page. After reading it, her eyes suddenly turned red, closed the book and turned to leave.

I was shocked: Isn't that page blank?

I took two steps forward, took the book from her hand, turned to that page and began to read.

There are two lyrics written on it.

The lyrics are only written here, not in depth. The paper below is wrinkled, which is the trace left by her tears.

I don't know when she started, but she found herself in love with this partner who talks about everything, but he went too far.

I don't know which day, she found that her ending was just like this song, so she wanted to use this song as the ending and write it at the end of their story.

However, when she lifted the pen, she found that she didn't have the courage to finish the ending at all. How many times did she turn to the last page and want to continue writing? However, until today, this page is only the trace of countless tears except the first two sentences.

That's probably why she didn't want me to take the notebook away last night. After I took the notebook away, although she was very nervous, she was also looking forward to my reaction after seeing it, but she was all thumbs and I didn't notice it.

But this is our common story. How can you write the ending alone?

(9)

There was a warm yellowish light in the coffee shop and we sat face to face. She bowed her head and said nothing, and her delicate face was reflected on the glass desktop.

I turned to that page and wrote, "This ending is not very good. I don't like it. "

I gently pushed the book in front of her, and she took one look and pushed it back.

I went on to write, "I'm sorry."

She took out a pen and wrote, "It's getting late."

"I am an idiot."

"You are an asshole."

"Is it really impossible?"

"Idiot, I have."