My love diary

I met him in my sophomore year, when I was a "werewolf killing" bureau brought by my roommate, and he was also pulled out by his roommate.

The first time we met, I felt that the boy was very shy, and I never noticed him later.

Until one game I was a wolf with him, but he pointed out to kill me, I was surprised, will this person play? It's weird.

The next time I met was his roommate who told me I was going to cut my hair, and I went with my ass, and he came along. When he finished cutting his hair and went to dinner together, he finally had something to say, and he spat out that he was chattering. Seemed to notice him a little.

When I got back, he ➕ took my WeChat. But!!! The first message he sent me was to ask if I was surnamed "Fire" because the classmates and friends I played with called me **, I was really confused at the time, or the first time someone asked me this. I was still sending this chat history to his roommate, and I said, "Why is your classmate so strange?" Ask me this question" Finally he explained to me that because he had known a person with the surname "Fire" before, he thought I was surnamed "Fire." Speechless.........

Then I went out to dinner with a large group of friends, and I didn't see much.

Until the summer, I worked part-time as a small teacher at a training institution.

Living with girls from another discipline in this large training institution (the institution is the entire second floor of the supermarket) after eight or nine o'clock in the evening, it slowly quieted down, and there was no separate bathroom in the room, and to go to the toilet, you could only run to the public toilet inside the institution, there was a long corridor in this section of the road, black and black, and there was an echo when walking, so every time we came to the night, the two girls were particularly afraid.

I told his roommate about this (I was familiar with his roommate at the time) His roommate also told me that he wanted to tell me ghost stories so that I didn't dare to go to the toilet, I directly returned to his roommate and said: "As long as you dare to tell, I dare to listen" (because the one who knows his roommate is also a coward) Haha, also a cruel person.

Later, I really said it, but I also insisted on saying it for a few days: "You let ** (my boyfriend) tell you, he can see more ghost stories."

So I took the initiative to find him, and he was very happy to talk about it, and every time he edited it and sent it to me in the form of text. I continued to tell stories every day until the end of my part-time job and the beginning of school. ......