Love first appeared in the world, and then there was the language to express love. In the youthful period when love first came into the world, it learned a set of methods, which it has never forgotten in the future. The following is what I compiled for you, I hope it will be helpful to you!

Chapter 1: Happy hairpins full of love

An Qiqi was very happy when she entered Yinrui High School. She started living on campus and this year she is in her senior year of high school.

Recently, a scrap collector came to the girls’ dormitory. She often sits on the steps.

Every time An Qiqi and Han Xiaoduo passed by her, the aunt would ask in the authentic dialect: "Girl, do you have a bottle?"

The voice was trembling. , somewhat weak.

An Qiqi’s family lives in a rural area. It was a great joy for her to be admitted to the No. 1 Middle School of the province. However, because of the tuition fee, her parents often lowered their heads and asked for help. She knew well that it was not easy for her parents. , and cherish the opportunity to study even more. For the past three years, she has been bare-faced, with her long black hair hanging loosely behind her back. She looks simple and elegant, and her long white dress sways gently, interpreting the beauty of youth.

She is no match for the kids in the city. Han Xiaoduo opens his mouth for KFC and keeps his mouth shut for Ayi Lian. Qiqi was dumbfounded. She had only seen the drool-worthy delicacies on the coupon Xiaoduo had brought back, and the taste was something she had never tasted in her dreams. Besides, she heard that the hamburger set meal only costs tens of dollars. It's tens of dollars, which is her food expenses for a week.

It will be Han Xiaoduo’s 19th birthday in two weeks. Han Xiaoduo has been busy preparing for his birthday party recently, returning to the dormitory and falling asleep every day.

An Qiqi looked at Xiaoduo's sweet sleeping face and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly. She likes to have girls like Xiaoduo as her friends. Although Han Xiaoduo is a rich girl, she is not arrogant. At least Han Xiaoduo didn't have any discrimination against An Qiqi.

An Qiqi plans to give Xiaoduo some small gifts on her birthday. Although they are not expensive, they are sincere. But where does the money come from?

Suddenly, the aunt who collected the bottles appeared in her mind. Pick up bottles, sell bottles, buy gifts. An Qiqi cleared her mind and finally fell into a sweet dream.

After that, before dawn, An Qiqi went downstairs quietly, using the faint light of the morning sun to search for the bottle. After nightfall, she put on gloves to dig through the trash can, and then put the recovered bottles into a sack.

Sometimes when she meets acquaintances or classmates, she will subconsciously look away. It’s not that she feels embarrassed, she just doesn’t want her classmates to see herself in such an embarrassing state. She read confusion in the surprised expressions of her classmates. But Qiqi didn't care, let alone resented it. All she wanted in her mind was to save enough money on Han Xiaoduo's birthday to buy her the hairpin she had seen several times.

She sent a large bag of bottles that she had picked up these days to her aunt. The aunt counted exactly 350 bottles. But what surprised her was that these bottles were very clean, as if they had been touched by someone. Carefully cleaned.

"Girl. Where did you get such a clean bottle?"

"I picked it up, but I was worried that you were old, so I got it together. "Bring it to you."

The aunt smiled and said, "What a good girl, you deserve this." She handed Qiqi the thirty-five yuan and chatted with Qiqi familiarly. After getting up, Qiqi also told her aunt about her little thoughts.

Han Xiaoduo's birthday party was held at the Ziye KTV outside the school. She put on light makeup and a violet dress, and smiled beautifully.

Qiqi went in when they were cutting the cake: "Xiaoduo, I'm late, I'm giving this card to you."

Qiqi was a little out of breath from running, The hairpin she held tightly in her hand was put on Xiaoduo's head. That hairpin is even more dazzling under the light.

Later, when Xiaoduo accompanied Qiqi to sell bottles, the aunt muttered: "Did your friend wear the hairpin you saved up to give to her? That girl is so lucky to have you. Such a good friend."

Only then did Han Xiaoduo find out that he had spent three weeks picking up bottles from dawn to dusk before he had enough money to buy the card. She held Qiqi's hand tightly and said, "Our sisters' love lasts forever."

Many years later, they still remember the love in those bottles, which is the testimony of their innocent friendship.

Chapter 2: The green scarf in the green years

The first gift I received from a girl in my life was a scarf, dark green, not pure wool. It's a little hard, and the stitching isn't delicate enough, but it's very warm. Around the neck, it is furry and has a faint fragrance.

I have wanted a scarf like this for a long time. That year, I was 16 years old, in the third grade of junior high school, and started to pay attention to what I wore. I have a very beautiful brown down jacket with a red sweater underneath. It has a sweetheart collar and looks very nice.

The only drawback is that I lack a scarf that can keep me warm while also matching well. But my mother doesn’t know how to knit. In my mind, it seems to be a patent for young girls. Almost all the girls in the class are good at it. A pair of silver needles or bamboo needles, and a ball of wool, are slender. With the help of fingers, it twists and turns, flies up and down, and does not delay the chat. It is really magical.

I have always regretted not having a sister, otherwise I could have had a pair of beautiful gloves or a warm scarf.

One day in the middle of winter that year, I didn’t go to class to do exercises because I had a cold. When the classroom was empty, for some reason, a purple scarf on my deskmate caught my attention. Although the scarf was a little old and dirty, I pulled it out by mistake and wrapped it around my neck unconsciously. Go up and look left and right at the window glass...

At this moment, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and it was Yingzi who came in with a gust of cold wind. Her face was red from the cold and she was rubbing her hands, maybe she came back to get something.

At that moment, my face turned red. I wanted to take off the scarf and put it back, but it was too late. I was so embarrassed that I grabbed the scarf in my hand, not knowing what to do.

Yingzi was stunned for a moment, but then he seemed to understand. He blushed, smiled at me, and said, "It's too cold. I'll come back to get my gloves." After that, he grabbed them from the hole in the table. Gloves hurried away.

Sitting in the classroom, my face was so hot that I felt extremely uncomfortable. Sneaking someone else's scarf is not a glorious thing, and a female classmate caught me. If the news spread, could I still hold my head up in front of my classmates?...

However, I had a feeling at that time. Intuitively, Yingzi would definitely not tell anyone. How can I put it? First, because she and my grandmother are from the same village, not far apart, and the relationship between the two families is very good.

Another reason is that I feel like she has always had a crush on me. For example, she often asked me math questions after class; on the way to and from school, I could bump into her almost every day; when I forgot to bring my textbook, she would quietly hand me her own book, Then I would read a book with my deskmate; every time I posted a composition, she would quietly take my notebook and read my composition... So, there were some good-hearted boys who often made fun of me. I always laugh it off.

At that time, I was thin, unattractive, and a little shy. Apart from better academic performance, I had no other merits. As for Yingzi, she is tall, with slim shoulders, waist, oval face, pointed chin, and fair complexion. She is indeed a beauty. The only regrettable thing is that her walking posture is not good, her legs are bowed, and her face is turned up. In our local area, there is a saying that "a man with his head bowed and a woman with his head raised" means that these two types of people are people with surly temperaments. This is indeed the case. Yingzi is the famous "little pepper" in the class. She is smart and unreasonable. Many boys stay away from her. Naturally, I didn't think about anything else, and I rarely even spoke to her on weekdays.

But no matter what, I was still a little embarrassed when I saw Yingzi again, but Yingzi seemed to have seen nothing, chatting and laughing with her classmates, without even looking at me. My heart slowly relaxed.

A few days later, I was delayed for a while after school in the afternoon, and I hurried home on my bicycle alone. As soon as I left the school gate, I heard someone calling me. When I turned around, I saw that it was Yingzi. She was standing by the road with her bicycle propped aside.

I stopped the car in confusion and looked at her. Before I could say anything, she quickly took out a bulging red plastic bag from her schoolbag, handed it to me, and said, "Here you go." After saying that, he blushed, pushed the car and left in a hurry.

I was stunned. When I opened the bag, I saw a dark green scarf. It was so fluffy that it burned my fingers like fire in the cold wind. I quickly stuffed the scarf into my schoolbag, looked around to see if anyone was there, then got into the car and ran towards home like a flying car, my heart pounding.

After dinner, after finishing my homework, I went back to the room and took out the scarf from my schoolbag. I rubbed it with my hands, and I was confused for a moment: Why did Yingzi give me a scarf? Why is her face red? What? Could it be that she really is...

I didn’t dare to think about it anymore, and I blushed and my heart started beating again. I wrapped a scarf around my neck, put on my down jacket, and looked at myself in the mirror over and over again. It looked really good.

But I have never worn that scarf in front of others, and even my parents don’t know that I have such a scarf. It was a secret in the green years, belonging to me alone, and of course, Yingzi should also be there.

From then on, when I saw Yingzi again, although I looked calm on the surface, I was always a little uncomfortable in my heart. When I talked to her, I would blush inexplicably. As for Yingzi, she still looked carefree. She still asked me math questions or other things after class, as if the scarf had never existed. But I could feel that there was a silent shyness in her furtive glance...

Fortunately, I graduated from junior high school soon and was admitted to a normal school. Yingzi went to a vocational high school, and we never met again. That scarf ended up missing after the family moved to a new house. I also gradually forgot about it.

Later, when I was studying in a normal school, I secretly fell in love with a girl. I hesitated for a long time and hesitated again and again. Finally, one night when the fragrance of flowers was overwhelming, I waited at the door of the teaching building for the next evening self-study. After returning to the dormitory alone, she casually handed her a collection of Xi Murong's poems that she liked.

At that moment, looking at her astonished expression, and stuffing the book back into my hands as nervously and helplessly as if holding a hot potato, I suddenly became red-faced and fled into the night like flying...

At that moment, I suddenly thought of the green scarf in the green years, and Yingzi’s shining eyes like stars...

I understand, this is the feeling of love Bar: There is a hint of sourness in the sweetness, but it is also so innocent and beautiful.

Chapter 3: Adding shackles to love

University is a strange door, and no one wants to squeeze in to find out.

But I felt a little dizzy after entering this door. Under those straight poplar trees, pairs of figures holding hands, floating with the passion of love.

Xiao Ru stood still with her luggage, looking at the cement monster in front of her with a confused look. She didn't know where her little room was.

"Classmate, are you reporting on the first day too?" A crisp voice sounded in her ears. She looked back in surprise. It was a pink and white smiling face, looking at her curiously. Her and her luggage.

She nodded vigorously and said her building number and dormitory number.

After hearing this, the girl screamed, grabbed her hand and said, "Oh! Great, you and I are in the same dormitory. Come on, come with me."

< p>She kept chattering along the way. Xiaoru could only understand a few words. She arrived yesterday and she was alone in the dormitory. She was scared to death and really wanted to find someone to keep her company. But she just Coming.

Xiao Ru said very little, but the corner of her mouth kept turning up. She liked this girl who called herself Liu Yuhan. The two became close friends that night, eating together, going to class, going back to the dormitory, and even going to the toilet every day. We went together, and later the sisters in the dormitory said that they were conjoined twins. Xiaoru pursed her lips and smiled, and Yuhan exaggeratedly got into her bed and said with a smile: "This is the real conjoined twins."

Her exaggerated movements aroused a burst of laughter, and she actually stayed on Xiaoru's bed that night.

This is the first time for Xiaoru to sleep with someone. Although it is a bit inconvenient, it is not easy to refuse.

Xiaoru couldn't help comforting herself that she was lucky to have such a friend. Because she has been lonely since she was a child. Her mother left her when she was very young. The only people who can accompany her are her grandma's calloused hands and her sighs: Baby! You have to make progress and study hard. , if you have a future, it will be the best reward for grandma.

But grandma couldn't wait until she had a day out. Grandma was too tired, and when she left, she grabbed a rice spoon and wanted to cook for her.

Xiaoru burst into tears when she thought of her grandma. She was so frightened that Yuhan beside her was hurriedly wiping her tears. She coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry... What's wrong with you?"

But the more she tried to persuade her, the harder Xiaoru cried. Suddenly, a melodious flute sound came, and quietly Xiaoru's cry was interrupted silently. They raised their heads at the same time. A boy was leaning against the tree and playing the flute leisurely. The sound was clear and moving, which made Xiaoru forget to cry.

Yu Han smiled for a moment, jumped in front of the boy and said, "The flute you play is so nice."

The boy smiled faintly, and the flute sound stopped suddenly. Xiaoru took a deep look and turned away.

Yu Han soon learned that the boy playing the flute was called Yanji, a junior in the literature department and the leader of the school's art group. When Yuhan said this, she was very happy. Xiaoru just listened quietly and didn't give her any opinions, but she remembered all the information about him in her heart.

Yu Han threatened to join the art group, but she was not outstanding in art, so she could only drag Xiaoru along. Xiaoru sang well, and Yuhan said she looked like a lark. Xiaoru actually didn't want to join the art group. She was afraid of delaying her studies and not being able to fulfill her grandma's dream.

But she couldn't see Yuhan's disappointed face, and her heart would hurt like a needle pricking her.

Xiaoru entered the art group, and Yuhan could justifiably stick to the art group. All he expected was to catch a glimpse of Yanji, but Yanji didn’t see Yuhan at all, and he would only use gentle words. He looked at Xiaoru's tightly lowered head.

He hopes to find an opportunity to be alone with Xiaoru, but Xiaoru is afraid of such opportunities. If friendship and love are put together, she will only protect friendship. This is her character, and she is kind-hearted. of cowardice.

Yuhan was so carefree that she didn’t know all this. She only knew that she got what she wanted. She could be with her good friends and see her loved ones all the time. She became content and happy, and her laughter was always like It spread like a silver bell in everyone's heart.

Gradually, the classmates in the art group fell in love with Yuhan's character and regarded her as a pistachio. She couldn't enjoy playing this funny role.

As time goes by, their relationship becomes that of three simple friends, but Yanji looks at Xiaoru more persistently, and Yuhan looks at Yanji more passionately. Only Xiaoru's eyes always avoided their gazes. She looked blankly at the pair of figures under the poplar tree, and occasionally sighed.

When Yanji was about to graduate, Yuhan suddenly became a little sad and dissociated. She ran to confess her love to Yanji, but when she came back, her eyes were red, and Xiaoru's heart was stabbed hard. It hurt a bit, and he went over to grab her hand. Yuhan shook it away hard, his eyes becoming disgusted and resentful.

Xiao Ru's hand shook slightly, turned around and ran out. She found Yanji and asked him loudly: "What did you say to Yuhan? What did you say to Yuhan?"

Yanji's eyes were indifferent and he said lightly: "What did I say? Don’t you know? Don’t you feel anything for so long?”

“I didn’t! I didn’t!…How could I not…” Xiaoru backed away, her face covered with tears, but she didn’t know Unconsciously, I spoke what was in my heart.

A hand suddenly pushed lightly on her back. She turned around in surprise and saw Yuhan standing behind her, her face a little pale, looking at Yanji and then at her. He said: "Now that you have the courage to speak out, don't back off." After that, he pulled her to Yanji's side and whispered in her ear: "I know you don't dare to accept Yanji because of me. This is like adding love to Yanji." Don't worry, we will always be friends. You'd better take off the shackles and stop running away."

After saying that, she walked away silently, her back getting longer and longer in Xiaoru's eyes. .