I don't know your name, and I don't remember your face. The only thing I can remember is your vague figure in your new school uniform.

I clearly remember that in that hurried morning, you suddenly jumped out of the corner, the person I never knew, and I met you for the first time in that hurried morning.

You stand in front of me with an anxious face. "Classmate, wait a minute! Do you have any money with you? " "Yes ..." I answered doubtfully, thinking repeatedly. Do I know this person in front of me? "Can you lend me a dollar?" I was suddenly startled by this sentence and asked me? Borrow money? Do I know her? I mused, trying to rummage through my memory bank. Seeing my hesitation, she added, "I don't have my school badge and I don't have any money on me." Can you ... lend it to me first? One yuan is enough. " After a little thought, I lent it to her first. If she can pay it back, it's okay if she doesn't. I reached into my pocket and groped for me.

It was because I believed you that I lent you money that morning-the money I had never met.

At noon that day, I arrived at the "old place" on time, waiting for your appearance. However, I look at the autumn moon, but I never see you. I have to get lost and go home. Maybe you were delayed at noon that day, so you didn't come.

The next morning, on campus, I saw the familiar figure, approached it and took a little look. I found it was you. Besides, I didn't just go up and pat you on the shoulder and ask you to pay back the money. But walking around in front of you gently, letting you find me and give me my money back. But you didn't. You still go your way, and I still go my way. I'm disappointed. Maybe you didn't see me.