When I learned the news of my high school friend's death.
He was my junior high school and high school classmate, he was very handsome and played basketball. Xi is also very good, is the representative of the physics class in the class. We did the questions together, we played together, and we talked about the girls who watched us play on the side of the court.
After the college entrance examination, we went to different universities, but in the summer we would also go back to the high school to visit our former teachers, and then go to play ball and eat barbecue. Talk about some stupid people you encounter in college, and you will also talk about girls and the future.
He has the athletic qualities that I envy, a brain smarter than me, excellent student experience, good English songs, and most enviablely, the girl I have a crush on also likes him. He is sunny and so good that people feel angry, but he feels angry. He is a child of someone else's family, and his teachers and elders feel that he will have a very bright future in the future.
If his time hadn't stopped at the age of 19.
Leukemia is a disease in which the younger the body, the better it is, the faster it deteriorates. From the time he finished cutting his hair** to the time he left us, it seemed like a blink of an eye. After I received the ** that day, I ran straight out of class, and I didn't expect that the first time I skipped class with tears in my eyes was actually to send my good buddy.
The preparation of the memorial service and the burial seemed very numb, and I didn't feel very uncomfortable at the time, because watching him torture seemed to be quite suitable for such a cool ending. The girls around me were crying, but my mind was blank, I just patted his tombstone in front of his grave and said buddy, I'm leaving, I'll come to see you when I'm free.
The next time I went to see him was a few years later, when I was about to go abroad, I went to see him alone and told him that I was going to Japan and that I might not have time to see you in the future. I told him that I was in love, that I had broken up, that the girl we had liked together in those years had married someone, and that the teacher we had been with was now retired. We drank two cans of beer and talked for a long time, and nothing seemed to change.
But after he left, I developed a Xi. Whenever I am faced with some inner contradictions, but I have to choose, I can't help but think about what he would have done if it was me who died at that time, he was the one who lived, and if it was him. I feel like it gave me the courage not to regret my choice because it was a choice I made with my good friends. It's not that I lose my judgment, it's like tossing a coin, and I've already made a choice when the coin is in the air.
I haven't played basketball since I graduated from college, because every time I pass by the basketball court, I see a teenager walking up to me and saying to me.
Ouch, why did you come here, you badass?
I miss you so much. Originated from a netizen's story.