Will you fall in love with a boy because of his voice? Will you fall in love with him because of his graffiti? Although you have never had any intersections, met, or even knew what he looked like, will you fall in love with someone?

I will, at the age of sixteen, I fell in love with a boy like this.

It goes back even longer. When the second semester of my second grade of junior high school ended, the thought of liking someone had already sprouted in my heart, but I didn’t know it myself. That year, I needed summer tutoring, which made me even more difficult. I had to read the senior sister and senior sister who yearned for the book. My only cousin who was about the same age as me, but because I was two years older, the book had been adapted, and there were almost no one I could borrow. Because I started too slowly, I was a typical slow-tempered confused person.

A fool is lucky! That's right! In the end, my mother helped me borrow a book. It was the book of her colleague's son, who was only one grade higher than me. When I was in Chinese class, I couldn't help but become stunned while holding the textbook written by xg, completely ignoring the teacher standing on the podium, flipping through the half-new and half-old textbooks, and turning to the back. In the illustration of "My Uncle Yule", xg was graffitied with lead pens, selling clams into selling sweet potatoes, and buying one for one and get ten free. Uncle became grandpa, and the child became a little monster﹍﹍I couldn't help laughing for a while, and the whole class looked at me all the time, and my head was almost buried in the trunk!

When I got home, I always laughed because I couldn't control myself because I thought of xg. I was very happy and couldn't find a reason. His handwriting would appear in my mind. When he wrote his name, he also drew a smiley face on the side. His graffiti works on the book, I couldn't help but write his name in my diary. Every bit of my life was almost touched by his shadow. This feeling has always been hidden in my heart and has become my sweetest secret.

When xg was about to fade a little bit, I had a deeper and deeper impression in my mind because of something special, and I could not erase it in my whole life. On my sixteenth birthday, I received birthday wishes from my mother and colleagues, that is, xg's father, and I also learned about an unexpected thing. Xg and I were on the same birthday on the same day, one in the morning and the other in the evening. That year, I was sixteen and he was seventeen.

Another year later, I went to high school and he was in his second year of high school. We were in different schools and communities. Our lives had no intersection at all, and the possibility was almost zero. However, because of an accidental opportunity, my voice was remembered by my ears. It was a little thicker but clear and clean. The voice sounded very steady and mature. Before I knew it, I knew I had fallen in love with it and I fell in love with it for no reason. This year, on his 18th birthday, I gave him a gift, which was Tagore's poem. I carefully selected one from more than 200 postcards, wrote the words I wanted to write, and when I gave it out, I was worried that he would not like it? Will he see the words I wrote, think that they were written by children? Because my words were very small, I dare not float every stroke. It was the first time I gave a gift to a boy. Then there was no more, but I still knew his news, and I just knew it.
Chapter completed!