Deskmate you magnolia open

The magnolia blossoms.

I do not know which literati name, apposite mess. Mei Xiang Ruolan, the quality is like jade... Flowers in front of leaves, sometimes thin and sometimes fussy. Some of the plum blossom can not bear the cold spring, spring noisy with some self-care.

There is a tree Magnolia, flower static open, open self, standing under the tree, the fragrance of flowers vaguely, scattered layers of flowers, flowers also like spring rich, different gestures. Magnolia open up is the sketch in the painting, win in a flower, Magnolia has always been the beauty of the heart, after a year of leisurely green. The noise of spring opening in the corner, falling petals colorful but not beautiful, as magnolia occasionally fall, elegant and pure, fall in the early green grass, slightly jump up, leisurely lie down...

Suddenly think of the middle school deskmate. Has been strange, memories of the middle school, no bleak and dark, always sunny like, so always miss and happy, chewing memories. At that time, out of the window of our class there is a magnolia, when the spring is coming, he will occasionally immerse in the blue sky in the tree Magnolia. My deskmate is the children of teachers, occasionally at noon will go back to wash hair, a big braid, after washing had only loose tie, so the aroma will be dispersed. Girls in that era, not so fragrant, clear soup oligohydrous, resulting in today's I am also allergic to perfume... The aroma after washing carries the body temperature, slowly fills in the air in early spring, and sometimes the time slows down.

He is not a good student, some smart, good grades. Class is not at ease, always do two things. At that time, my deskmate, a standard good child, often patiently taught me how to be a good student. But I always take my grades angry with her, she is helpless but still teach.

I never kept a picture of her, and I always felt funny when I looked at my own. Fortunately, at that age in that era, the appearance is really light, no material comparison and the so-called modified beauty, feeling pure and active. Photos of myself at that time look pretty hateful and ugly, head held high, carried on the back, hands and feet in a mess, shoulders always tilted left and right, hair messy, if my child, I would clean him up... Yeah, yeah, I guess we were all the same back then.

At that time her braid is long, about to the hip, thick, very fun, often use their own eraser wipe homework, the rest of the residue, prank with her braid sweep, always by her evil braid, is very hard to stare at me, see me laugh, some helpless plait thrown to the front of the protection. I will be honest, taking her pencil box to open and close, close and open, she always helpless to look at me, as if I came from an alien planet, how such a student will exist in her surroundings.

My pencil she will help me cut, the girl's cutting method, meticulous and infinite sharp tip, in my pencil box, countless times broken, she will also try to help me cut again, and even later help me to take paper folding pencil condom, but I again and again casually lost, she had to continue to cut, today I think it is not easy.

After class, I always put the pencil box, books, books into the draw, and then class, then buried in rummage, chaos and chaos, so she volunteered to help me take out before class, arranged well, as for the daily course, forget to take the book, she will consciously put the book in the middle, also do not show me, just sideways body, eyes will definitely stare at the blackboard. I will feel sorry for myself, carefully look, but do not stay for a few minutes, I began to use my learning method, I only listen to the first 10 minutes in class, after 5 minutes, the first 10 minutes, the teacher will talk about the content of the last class, this class to talk about what; In the last 5 minutes, the teacher will summarize what the class is about and what the key points are; As for the middle in addition to talking about examples I will look at, other time will turn the book to look back, the teacher talked about when there is a sense. So, look at us can be happy, while I turn back, while she turned forward, I was angry to scold her stupid, she was some wronged tears, I had to do some other small actions, I also know that soon, she will take the initiative to give me the book, elbow touch me, I will know to pick up the book, but this time reading will be very fast and efficient. In this case, I would not be idle, because she would complain because I did not understand the class, self-study will ask me to explain, fortunately, their own smart to help themselves, it is clear to speak, in fact, now I think, thanks to this requirement, I will concentrate more in class.

Occasionally, she would give me some delicious food, which made me feel that it was cost-effective to get along well with a girl, because occasionally I asked her to borrow some food tickets, but it was not necessary to return them. Sometimes I would laugh and say to myself that borrowing money was not for return, and every time she would laugh and give me some, but also asked if it was enough. She was the only person in that era who did not remember the amount of money I borrowed, and the money I saved for food, I'll spend it in an arcade or something.

Occasionally, I would not like her clothes, think the color is not good, style is not aesthetic in that grade, she would tell me that it is very good, there are many reasons, but I would tell her that the clothes is not good, no matter how many reasons are not good, her angry face is red, her skin has been white, little ruddy feeling, But when he is angry, his face is red, and his eyes are bright and beautiful. So, have the spirit of her, before she wants to cry, stopped the situation, it is best to let her smile through tears, very funny. Later, when I told her, sometimes I was deliberately angry with her, but she did not get angry, she just asked, angry will be beautiful? I very serious tell her is, she laughed, at that moment she, now think of very beautiful, then their own will only turn over, look out of the window of the spring, clearly feel her eyes soft and warm, gently fell on me, his palms some sweat meaning...

The school has wisteria, in the late spring when the brilliant, I will steal a bunch of recess, the bell rang into the classroom, threw on her desk, others will laugh, she will bow, I careless, she quickly into the tap, there are flowers in class, she was distracted, she distracted I will pull her braids, pull her back to class state, she smiled and blusked, more beautiful than angry blush, Just not so bright in the eyes.

She would stick stickers on my pencil case, put me carefully lifted off, put on her feeling beautiful, then popular is archery, as for what she pasted, uncovered what, now have no memory, just remember her efforts to do, a little bit of uncovered, with eraser carefully wipe, a little sticky, fingers carefully eliminate the wrinkles, and with the compass needle to prick bubbles. And then show me off and wait for my praise. I always light look, look with a straight face, teeth out of the "good" evaluation, and then wait for her satisfied smile said hate.

We do not have the so-called 38th line, a lot of students, mischief to take compass to the table, once crossed the line, painful and deep memory, sword tension. We did not, I randomly occupied the table area, but also never affect her study, just in the most boring time, intentionally touched her elbow, so that she could not write, she understood, put away the pen, like a child like to ask whether I was bored again, and then I have a small talk, whispered cooing, chat for a while, sigh, it is time to learn, she said. I would harass others as I liked, or walk to the last row and continue chatting with other students. She always asked me why I do my homework so fast, I smiled and said, because you tube me ah, she laughed angrily, said smart can't be a meal, now want to say really right, she will seriously do homework, prepare for class, preview, homework, prepare for the exam... I still have no scruples, idleness, youth ignorance in the spring.

I was good at writing, I was good at that time, so there was a period of time, she pestered me to write something, remember writing some contrived things, short poor sentences, she looked very happy, let me write on the title page of her Chinese book, occasionally morning reading, she would read, I would stop, some pestering, she also has obvious disappointment, girl's loss, it is easy to spread, I read the ancient text, but the heart is also some can not bear, tickle her, continue to pull her braids, she hate the swing of the hand to beat me, I also looked at her smile, so she will laugh, impatient also accept the feeling.

She said I was fine. I asked why. She said that every time the class was over and she got into the seat, I would stand up and let the side, the school at that time was a table for two people and a bench. Other people usually squeeze in. I didn't let her squeeze in. She thought it was important that this should be done. And I never pranked her by kicking her stool out of the way when she got up and sat down in class.

She had beautiful hands, which I remember, with neat nails, soft and pure looking hands, and when she was a child, she would have holes in her hands, and they were neat and pleasing to the eye, delicate and white. Occasionally touch, will be lightning away, I embarrassed smile, her blushing lip, hands wrung together.

Spring run more between classes, sitting on the seat, will subconsciously open the collar button, the girl's breath will light be caught by the nose, said with a smile that her sweat taste heavy, smelly, she will hit me, hit very hard, very painful. His crooked mouth, she said angrily deserved, I will see her forehead slightly sweat, girls forehead and light fluff, some dull look, she will suddenly care to ask, is not very painful, said sorry, said a few times to see me no reaction, see I began to grin. A class of gas ignore me. Let me use her braids as brooms or her pencil case. Class is over, just tell me fiercely, I hate. I know you're still willing to talk to me. It's not annoying.

We were the students laugh, we also explain, disdain, OK, that grade of rebellion, we as old learning life. The sky is very blue, cloud is very white, spring is very beautiful, we are very happy, Magnolia is still open, my favorite pear is always full of branches full of trees...

And then what happened? Then? We are no longer together. Her English is very good. My mother is an English teacher.