The seasons are not living, the years are like a stream, in the third year of junior high school, we are about to take the entrance examination.
Watching the temperature get hotter and hotter, the old-fashioned fan that was white to yellow above his head creaked and appeared to be weak, and the sign on the blackboard that had been recruited to the time seemed to have no place, only the dense mathematical problems occupied the entire blackboard.
Under the podium, a piece of paper quickly passed, it turned out, it was a classmate record, I held a pen in one hand, wrote down my sincere message, suddenly, I slapped my head on the door, stunned to find that I forgot to buy a classmate record, for a moment, suddenly thought, I can do it myself! Pen by pen, I quickly conceived of several beautiful pieces of paper, then picked out the one I thought was the best and gave it to her, my best friend. A few minutes later, she handed it back again, and the message she sent me was: "Very sleepy, I slept!"
Suddenly, the needle in my heart was slightly pricked, and my throat became a little dry, and there was a kind of sourness that was difficult to gush out, and I thought: Why? Why did you write this?
The big thorn, the pencil stroke, the only two sentences, just like this, it ended hastily, this is the friendship of the same class for three years!
When I looked back at her, she just turned over, maybe asleep, as if in this way responding to me that I was true, I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, no longer paid attention to her, even if she came to me, she saw me ignoring her, and she didn't know why, and began to breathe with me.
An inexplicable Cold War began, and it lasted for three days...
A big thing happened in these three days, that is, the registration for the entrance examination, God knows how much I wanted to discuss with her at that time, but as soon as I thought of the classmate record, I held back, and as a result, the yin and yang were wrong, we did not report to the same high school, when we knew that we wanted to save it, it was too late, because the registration was over, and it was a pity that the three years of high school could not continue...
Later, when we talked about this matter, we both regretted each other, she gave me a new classmate record, and I also apologized to her for not telling her about the matter at the beginning, but these can never be recovered, and I regret that I could not go to the same school for three years in high school.
That was the cost of the Cold War.
I wish the sky could always be so blue