Dear Mr. Shi

The Si Xiangbei in Song Qinghuan's impression was definitely not Si Jianan like this.

The impression of Si Xiang Bei is as short, small, thin, and black, like a stick that can be reached by the wind.

When others are playing, he is reading, when others are making trouble, he is reading, and when others are reading, he is still reading.

So his grades are very good, first in the class.

But no classmate likes him, and no one wants to be at the same table with him.

The teacher had a headache for this, and they called to the office one by one to ask who would like to be at the same table with Si Xiangbei.

But everyone disliked him and avoided him from a distance, because he always had a strange smell on his body.

Later Song Qinghuan learned that he did not have parents and was raised by an old grandmother, who is not in good health when he grows old, so he picks up waste products and sells them every day before and after class, earning money to pay for his tuition.

At that moment Song Qinghuan felt that the smell on Si Xiangbei's body was no longer unpleasant.

So when the teacher asked Song Qinghuan if he wanted to be at the same table with Si Xiangbei, Song Qinghuan agreed.

Si Xiangbei is relatively inferior. No matter what his classmates say, scold him, or bully him, he just read his book silently.

So when Song Qinghuan became his deskmate and took the initiative to greet him, he blushed, but he ignored Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan didn't take it seriously, and still greeted him with a smile every day.

Until one day Song Qinghuan couldn't do a math problem, she asked the classmate next to him, but neither would the classmate next to him.

At this time, Si Xiangbei handed his notes to her and said: "If you don't dislike it, you can take a look at mine, I have already solved it."

Song Qinghuan looked at him in surprise, and then smiled: "Thank you!"

Si Xiangbei was very embarrassed, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he stammered and waved his hands: "No thanks, no thanks."

After this incident, Song Qinghuan would find Si Xiangbei for any questions she could not understand. Si Xiangbei had a very good grade and was always able to help her answer it.

Gradually, she and Si Xiangbei became more and more familiar.

After the final exams of the semester, Si Xiangbei waited for her in particular and left school with her. On the way, he asked her: "If I don't come next year, will you remember me?"

Song Qing smiled and said authentically: "Of course I will remember you. You are the best performer among all of my tablemates. I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

Hearing this, Si Xiangbei's face turned red again.

He didn’t speak for a long time. At the bifurcation, he moved his lips several times and finally said what he said in his heart: "Song...Song Qinghuan, thank you for being so kind to me. I like you. I'm next semester... I may not go back to school again, but I will like you forever. Don't forget me."

After speaking, he ran away.

Song Qinghuan looked at the rapidly disappearing back, her eyes widened and her expression dull.

Immediately, she disturbed her head and smiled. At that time, she was very green, and the definition of like was not particularly clear, but she had watched a lot of TV series and knew what a lover was and what a lover was. That was the name of the two people they liked together.

At that moment, she blushed too, after all, this was the first time a boy had confessed to her that she liked her.

But since that day passed, she hadn't seen Si Xiangbei again.

At first, Song Qinghuan would think of him from time to time, but as time went by, she gradually forgot about this black, thin and small, but always the first classmate at the same table.