In the middle of the night, I turned on my computer and started NetEase Cloud Music.
As the music played softly, the memory of my first love in elementary school came to my mind. Twenty years later, that innocent feeling is still vivid in my mind, as if it was yesterday. Perhaps, it was not a real love, but just a quietly buried feeling, only secret love and ambiguity.
She was my class monitor in elementary school, the leader of the study group, and my deskmate. Because we were both very good at mathematics, we would stay after school every day to receive special tutoring from the teacher. Over time, I gradually developed feelings for her, and she seemed to notice it. Occasionally, when I touched her fingers, her face would blush. After school, we walked home together, bought snacks together, and played with the puppy in front of the roadside shop. I occasionally teased her, and she would pretend to be angry, but turned her head away with a smile. Her red ears, long eyelashes, slightly wrinkled brows, and coquettish expression are so cute, real and vivid.
Looking back, maybe it was because of our precocious development that our mathematical thinking was better than that of our peers, which also affected the budding of our emotions.
It is now 05:41 Beijing time. I fell asleep, hoping to go back to the past in my dreams.