"Hit, keep fit." Yi Xiangyuan replied. He just wanted to brag about how his basketball level has improved, but he saw that Zhao Yunuo's eyes were wrong.

Very wrong, something seemed to enter her eyes, biting the color of the eyes.

Soon, her eyes became blurry, and her tears were cloudy and dripping slowly.

"Hug me." Zhao Yunuo whispered.

Yi Xiangyuan didn't think much, so he hugged Zhao Yunuo.

"Do you know? How long have I been waiting for this moment?" Zhao Yunuo said in tears.

"Do you remember? I will come to see you every time you play, and buy water for you every time, but you have never seen me, and I, every time I look at your victory and happy, look at the failure and sad.

However, I really hope that you can see me when you finish the game, even if you approach me, just say thank you, I am very content.

How I miss you holding me, can smell your sweat after exercise. But why not at that time! "

Zhao Yunuo shouted, pushed his arms out of Yi Xiangyuan's arms, and hurried to the football field.

Tears while running. Finally, the pain hidden in the bottom of the heart was lifted, like a scar that had already healed, and blood was drawn out again. She didn't want to cry, but couldn't help crying.

The wind blows, blowing her hair, flowing and beautiful.

Looking at her back, Yi Xiangyuan was dumbfounded. From then on, he realized how he had hurt Zhao Yunuo once.

He did not chase Zhao Yunuo because he also hurt.

This is a kind of pain that stimulates self-esteem or deep in the soul. His strong self-blame has condemned his holy heart, and a kind of remorse has slowly implanted in his soul. Instantly, he feels like he has lost something, so heavy.

The scene of high school was circling rapidly in his mind. Zhao Yunuo swarmed at his goodness. What he saw, remembered, was full of loads, and it was like a mountain.

Yi Xiangyuan suddenly felt lack of thinking, language shortage and numbness. This confession, which was said to be deep in the soul, caused his strong mountain to fall, the straight tree bent, and the flowing river broken.

Then he saw Zhao Yunuo, squatting on the football field, holding his head as if crying.

Then a picture came to his mind. It was a picture that he was deeply buried.

Zhao Yunuo's birthday gift to him was a tablet. He likes it, but he dares not. He knew why he didn't dare, because he wanted to study hard. Once high school time wasted, he didn't even have a good university. His family did not allow him to go to college. He had no background. If he wanted to leave a glorious place, he would work hard. He would never allow a girl to disrupt his planned life.

So he left without hesitation, not even a word of comfort. Not staying is not because you don't want to stay, but you dare not stay. Staying is a stumbling block, it is difficult to move forward, and it is difficult to reach the other side of success.

However, he was not happy with such a decision. It was his most uncomfortable birthday. When he returned home, he didn't eat a bite, but only played with his family to blow out birthday candles. Then he hid alone in the room, looking at the ceiling. Thinking back to Zhao Yunuo's smile, remembering the pictures she appeared in front of her eyes.

Then he hid it all slowly, and finally buried it deep, and formed these into a cocoon with reason.

However, at this time the cocoon was broken.

The cocoon rebirth should be gorgeous and colorful, but his cocoon is too long, and the emotions inside have turned rotten, turning into a smell worse than the smelly duck eggs, bitter water than the Coptis chinensis, and sour than the sour cabbage Pain, so true spread ...

Inflated ...

Zhao Yunuo was indeed crying, but she was still calculating.

Calculating that thick book, that diary, she wanted to remember how many pages there were in that diary, how many pages wrote Yi Xiangyuan, and how many pages of Yi Xiangyuan brought her happiness.

She suddenly realized that there was Yi Xiangyuan in that diary every day, but she really brought her happiness only a few times.

Throughout the three years of high school, Yi Xiangyuan brought her happy stories only three times.

In the first year of high school, a boy pursued her at the school. She quarreled with the boy. The boy pushed her to the corner with anger. Finally, Yi Xiangyuan, who was the monitor of the class, came forward and lived up with the man. He bravely subdued the boy and announced with his classmates around him: "Zhao Yunuo is a student in our class, and I am covering it. No one wants to bully her."

This time, he really looks like a hero and left the perfect cornerstone in Zhao Yunuo's heart.

In the sophomore year, the school organized a tour, and Zhao Yunuo stomped her feet in a small ditch. The female classmates helped her, but the pain in her feet still made it difficult for her to walk. In the end, Yi Xiangyuan, the squad leader, volunteered bravely, took Zhao Yunuo on his back, and walked out of that not long ravine.

This time, he was very powerful, and his back was very solid, like a mountain, covering the wind and rain, bringing infinite warmth to Zhao Yunuo's heart.

The year they graduated from the senior year of high school, they no longer spoke, because after being confessed, Zhao Yunuo deliberately avoided Yi Xiangyuan. They were like enemies. However, in the middle of the night, Zhao Yunuo sneaked out to drink with the people in the society, surfed the Internet, and was finally caught by the school teacher and called the parents.

It was him, Yi Xiangyuan, who was the monitor of the class, and the classmates, criticized Zhao Yunuo with the harshest, most ironic, and most hateful words. At that time, Zhao Yunuo left and right ears of the teacher's teachings and ignored her parents' scolding. However, when she heard Yi Xiangyuan's almost roaring reprimand, her heart became clear, and from that moment She returned to the right path and began to study seriously. But at that time, it was too late to start remedying her studies.

This time he was severe, but so real, he walked in front of Zhao Yunuo after the lesson, and said "I'm sorry" to the classmates.

Only three times, her diary recorded Yi Xiangyuan's goodness. Although the rest praised him, she had emotions. In all, he only touched her three times. But it was precisely these three times, how many boys are willing to give her?

If Zhao Yunuo can still remember Zhang Zizheng at this time, then Zhang Zizheng has moved her more than three times, but now she only remembers Yi Xiangyuan.

It seems that what makes people remember is not the one who gives you much happiness, but the one who gives you much pain.

Therefore, there is no need to be cumbersome in this calculation formula because the answer is single.

That is love.

There is no doubt that Zhao Yunuo loves Xiangyuan. Yixiangyuan? Why not?

However, the right person was missed at the right time, and the right person was met again at the wrong time.

Love is where you come and go, but you come, how do I go?

On the floor of the football field, Zhao Yunuo could not find the answer.

What about Yi Xiangyuan's lack of standing on the basketball court? Why not!