is on the payment, I see him he has more than eighty CARDS shown on the counter, I borrowed from him, he immediately borrowed, I can't wait to rush into the classroom. Give the card to her, tell her, how much how much less, but I took just two yuan, case-dough tears in her eyes was not started again, have wronged, sad also have moved, for a stranger just know soon, he also can be so believe, however, a man with a semester of, don't believe you, it's ironic, ah.

　　In this school, my first birthday, is also full of tears, but not because of moving.

　　Birthday the day before, my deskmate is a boy in our class to class name is a boy, and said he have words and I said, say that like me, I also like him, in fact, I and he is just a village. Childhood playmates, and murakami's people go to school together, four or five years I not come back, to see him, and talk more, childhood memories of her, happy, because of ignorance and innocence, because pure and simple, because simple and happy, but some thought not pure classmates think slanting. I don't cry because she blather, but this better be defiled by her.

　　After the event, I request to swap places, to the teacher in charge, and tell the teacher in charge in this matter, sit at the same table also apologized to me, also let me understand the tears for the first time the sentence "sorry" because you will not disappear, I will not because you're a "sorry" and helped to tears of canthus. Disappear is the relationship between us.

　　Birthday that day, the teacher said to the two classmates to buy cakes buy a cake to celebrate my birthday, I don't want to, because I was afraid of, have any questions on the female classmate in our class but the teacher insisted on, because don't have much money, I was