故事的开头总是这样,适逢其会,猝不及防。故事的结局总是这样,花开两朵,天各一方。四年前,我们初遇,少不更事的几十个孩子挤在一个班级。刚进初中的我,扎着不规矩的马尾,灰头土脸,大大咧咧。而你,就安静地坐在我前面。伊始,自我介绍,你有些羞涩,倾斜的阳光细碎地打在你清瘦的身体上。你的眼睛似乎总是没有焦点,却又明亮澄澈得与众不同,隐约带着一种不被理解的忧伤, The beginning of the story is always the case, coincides with its will, caught off guard. The outcome of the story is always the case, spend two, one day each. Four years ago, dozens of children who we first met and who did not make any difference crowded into a class. I just entered the junior high school, wearing a ponytail unsightly, depressed, careless. And you, sit quietly in front of me. At the beginning, introduce yourself, you are a bit shy, sloping sunshine crushing hit your lean body. Your eyes always seem to have no focus, but bright and clear distinctive, with a vaguely sad understanding,