年少时,我们相隔只有几个班,垂直距离不过咫尺,却每天写信,整个二中,再没有比这更中二的了。我犹记你站在二楼转角处的样子,低眉垂首,手握纸笺,在匆匆的人流中遗世独立,一心只等我来取信,像一根稻草,把我从高中的海水里拉出来,以柔弱,以坚定。你应该不知道,我勾搭上你,并非一时兴起。在我小学 When we were young, we were separated by only a few classes. However, we did write letters every day. There was no second-class among the whole two. I still remember you standing on the second floor corner of the look, looking down, holding a paper pad, in the hastily flow of people left indolent, just waiting for me to win the trust, like a straw, my high school from the sea Lira out to weak, with a firm. You should not know, I hook you up, not a whirlwind. In my elementary school