I once met an apple. A red apple.

When I was young, I was in junior high school (Diablo 3 Power Leveling), at the same table I was a blush boy. Yes, quarrel to also blush, he and me had a lot of frame; he is always to apologize to me the first. I secretly think that he is a gentleman. Then the teacher adjust the position, I broke with him.

That afternoon, sunshine is good, riding school, thinking of some distant, suddenly I think of him. He walk in a morning, transferred to the third group, I do not know why, my heart is empty, like a long time no one to clean the room. Came to the classroom, saw a new desk mate, and I never said a few words with the boy, inadvertently, I looked at him, he and his new partner talk cheerfully and humorously. Sat on the seat, I finally took a breath, not for what (D3 item), just because in this point of view, I cannot see him. My hand reached into a drawer, took the book, to meet a comfortable and cool things, that was an apple. It has a piece of paper, I write "for you ", and my face with a smiling. The familiar handwriting, he wrote it.

I'm not a smile, but I think my heart to grow a tree, but the best red apple landed in my hands, it is mine.

I did not eat it, I neither did nor tore the paper, and I just put it carefully into a bag in the sandwich. I went back home, I did not eat it, I just put it in the bookcase, note was on the outside. It is so red and round, like a piece of Browning's poetry (Sell Diablo 3 Gold). I looked at it, as if I read the word in the apple, read out a red heart.