Fan girl fuck! Fan girl fuck! (4)

If my love for you is an illusion, then I will never understand what kind of person you are.
---Excerpted from Moxixi Weibo

A long time ago, I loved watching the sunset. In the evening, I ran to the balcony of the school, holding my best friend with me until the bell rang for the self-study class, and then walked to the classroom.

I enjoy the desolation of this city. Standing under the sunset, I seem to merge with the world. This is a world that revolves around me

Li Xin has a pair of clear eyes and is a very different girl. When I transferred to No. 7 Middle School, my previous "misdeeds" had already spread there. I actually disdain the unkind looks from people who do good things. I think my pride is hopeless, enough to make me look straight when I walk into the classroom, as if there is no one around.

The relatively easy-going middle-aged class teacher arranged my seat, which was an empty seat in the middle of the third row of the classroom, and my deskmate turned out to be my best friend - Li Xin

Now I am standing on the balcony on the roof of the school as usual, overlooking the city with Li Xin after a tiring day.

I have to say that the location of the teaching building of No. 7 Middle School is really good. It is close to the central city and there is an overpass less than 100 meters away from the school. Every evening, the scene downstairs is lively but boring. There are few people walking on the street, let alone bicycles. Cars pass by in a hurry.

When I don't speak, Li Xin is also used to silence. Occasionally, we raise our heads in tacit understanding, look into each other's eyes, and can read each other's thoughts without using words, just looking at each other and smiling.

Perhaps this is a kind of induction, a kind of trust.

We are not twins, but we are rare good sisters, yes, at least in my opinion it is rare.

A white car drove past where I was looking, and I saw the shadow of a boy sitting on a bicycle. It was too far away, and I only vaguely noticed that he was wearing a simple sky blue sweater, which was stirred by the breeze.

I know that Li Xin next to me must have seen it too. She always smiles at this time.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, fresh feelings will never go out of style
(To be continued...)