Fate is a strange thing. When it comes to it, it comes. She moved into the unit area of the green square. It's not big, only a few scattered buildings. The buildings that have been standing for years look a little old. The railings of the stairway are covered with a thick layer of ash. The spiders and mice in every corner and the flickering floor lights will remind people of the ghost house in the supernatural novel. She is very timid, but she is afraid to mention it because of her introverted character. Her name is Lin Yi. That year, she was 14. The study of grade two has been so busy that I have to study very late every day. In the middle of the night, she had to go through the terrible empty square and the gloomy grove, and then bravely go up to the third floor and her home. Such a challenge is not easy for her. Her heart pounded so fast that she would slow down in the brightly lit place, as if unwilling to give up such noise. With her eyes closed, she walked quickly through the square and looked at the bamboo forest in front of her. She hesitated and stopped. The style of the night was cool. It blew darkly in the woods. A bright smile came from my ear: 'why, do you live here?'
She looked back in surprise. A short boy with a diagonal backpack was approaching with a smile: 'dare not go in?' She pursed her lips and lowered her head: 'well & hellip;' He didn't mind anything. He narrowed his eyes and smiled: 'well, let's go together.' She didn't answer, just followed. Later she learned that his name was Yang Yumeng. The results are particularly good, but it's a pity that I'm shorter. I've heard of learning Taekwondo. She also knew that he was her neighbor, visible to the door. I don't know when I fell in love with him. She likes to see him squint and smile, cool touch his chin, humorously blow his hair on his forehead to make her laugh, and the soft look sprinkled by the moonlight when walking side by side with her through the woods & hellip& hellip; Time passes in an instant. It doesn't come back and can't be held. She grew up and moved away early. However, sometimes she would think of him when she saw a student who came home alone after self-study in the evening.
Gradually, she even had the illusion that everything seemed like a dream. One day, she woke up in her dream and ran nervously to find the old building like the ghost house. However, it has long been empty. Now, even the steps of the stairs have accumulated a thick layer of ash and soil. He's gone. Where did he go? She was stunned, a little bitter in her heart. Fate is a strange thing, said to go, so go, no sound, of course. Missing is also a fault. Now I finally understand. i see. Fate, so.