故事的开端和结局其实都只有我一个人,而关于甜甜,关于宋力,关于身边所有正在离开的人,都只是这个区间内的交错,谁都无法预料它的周期。一离高考还有九天。黑板一角的倒计时终于变成了一位数。而我却丝毫没有感到紧张。一下课,便到处问人家要大头贴,然后傻不啦唧地将它贴在那一本名为同学录的昂贵的废纸上,周围是一 The beginnings and endings of the story were all of me alone. Regarding sweetness and about Song Li, all the people who were leaving were only intertwined in this interval. No one could predict its cycle. There are nine days away from the college entrance examination. The countdown to the corner of the blackboard has finally turned into a single digit. And I did not feel nervous at all. After class, I asked everyone to post a letter, and then stupidly posted it on the expensive waste paper named Alumni.