Time flies, eyebrows become books

If I can meet Doraemon and have its time machine, then I must pray that I will never meet him, even if I lose the joy of my entire childhood, I will not hesitate.

【1】

When I was eight years old, my mother left me to take care of my grandma.I remember that it was very sultry that day, and it was scorching hot that sweat would be evaporated when it flowed down.I followed behind my mother and walked down a long, long section of slopes. The dull voices, the motionless trees, and the uneven gravel road made my diaphragm ache.I saw my grandma standing at the door waiting for me from afar, and I couldn’t see her expression clearly, and I couldn’t even remember my mother’s expression, because she turned around and left after seeing me at the door, so she will always be in my memory. The back view of a white silk dress.

In the next few years, I lived a dull life, as if I grew up overnight, or I became old, without the vigor of a child at all.Transferred to a new school and didn't make any friends.With the state of mind at that time, it was not easy not to be regarded as a freak by everyone, let alone expect anything.Looking back now, I can only use the word "fear" to describe my life.I wandered between school and grandma's house like a pendulum clock every day. I neither played truant nor missed classes, but my grades were a mess and I didn't have a friend, so I seemed out of place.Every day I go to school with anxiety, afraid of being questioned by the teacher, afraid of being looked at by my classmates, I try my best to curl up in a small corner, always rushing to and fro with my head buried, as if this is the only way to look uncomfortable. alone.

【2】

Life is dull and depressing, and I finally entered the sixth grade of elementary school. In fact, I was somewhat looking forward to it. I imagined that I would not have to suffer this dull pain after finishing elementary school.

Not long after the start of school that year, a big guy was transferred to our class, who really looked like the fat tiger in Doraemon.He is very charismatic. Not long after he arrived, a group of small followers gathered around him. Everyone was afraid of him. I hated him because he broke the small world I carefully built.Although I don't like studying, I don't want to destroy books, but since he came, my books are always messy, either missing pages or corners, or the whole book disappears. I hate it so much, but I still bear it. Knowing that I am alone and weak, I retreat again and again.My forbearance did not bring me back peace, but intensified bullying.They would block me on the way home from school, corner me, punch me or kick me a few times, and then run away.In fact, I despise them very much in my heart, and I really want to have a big fight with them, not this hypocritical way.

That day was the same as usual, I saw them again on the only way home, and I walked over without hesitation, thinking that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, and there is no escape anyway.But that day they were surprisingly moaning, instead of fighting immediately, they pushed and yelled. I was surrounded by six people, and I was upset.The strange thing is that I didn't feel pain or fear, but a deep shame, as if I was really a criminal who committed a heinous crime, waiting to be raped before execution.

"What are you doing? Is it interesting to bully students in lower grades?", I don't know where such a righteous sentence came out, but I felt extremely embarrassed. At that time, I was really not tall, and I was shorter than the average height. This is also a shadow in my heart, but it still makes me feel ashamed and annoyed to be pointed out in public.

"Mind your own business, get out of here!" the big man yelled aggressively, and then his little minions echoed in cursing and cursing.I thought to myself that he was kind, no one would care about this kind of situation, anyway, I would not interfere in other people's affairs, so I admired his courage, that kind of awe-inspiring righteousness, which I have never had.

Soon, they got started, as if they had an audience, and they felt more fulfilled. They couldn't help but say that all the crackling fists fell on me, but I still didn't fight back. I just focused on protecting my face, probably because I didn't want to let such a shameful thing hang on Spread all over the face.I could feel him rushing over, squeezing into the middle, and also shaking his fists. Everyone was fighting, and there were shouts of cursing one after another.Suddenly someone grabbed my arm, dragged me from the ground, and ran out. I didn't realize it, and staggered a few steps before I could keep up with his rhythm.

The corners of the white cotton shirt flutter against the wind. I seem to hear the sound of the wind blowing through the corners of the clothes. The world seems so peaceful.The most vivid imprint of him in my memory is the fluttering back of his white shirt.

I don't know how long I ran, but anyway, I was exhausted, and even my legs began to tremble. In the end, we sat tremblingly on the side of a road, panting for air, and his hand holding my arm was still tight.It was the first time I realized that I could run so well, and it was also the first time I saw his face clearly.He has fair skin, good skin texture, round eyes, a little innocent look, a straight nose, and thin lips.Now that I think about it, I should use "amazing" to describe it.At that time, the boys and girls around me were not delicate enough, and all of them were a bit rustic, but he was completely different. His fair and delicate appearance made me feel out of reach.After a while, he probably also noticed it, let go of my hand, and left five deep fingerprints impressively, and smiled a little embarrassedly.In fact, I was even more embarrassed. I felt like a clown in distress. I couldn't fight back when I scolded or hit me.

【3】

He has a very elegant name, let me call him "Ziqi" for now.Later, we ran into each other a few times, always on the fork in the way home, but we didn't say hello. We really got to know each other when we were about to graduate from elementary school.I completely forgot what day it was, but the weather of that evening is still unforgettable to me. It seems that extraordinary things are destined to happen.

As soon as school was over that day, black clouds appeared to overwhelm the city. I didn't bring an umbrella and rushed home.But as soon as he stepped out of the school gate, there was a downpour, and in an instant, the surroundings were pitch black.To this day, I have only seen such a situation once. The rainstorm was like a pillar, it was pitch black, and I lost my sense of direction.I was so anxious that I went on a rampage, and managed to squeeze under the eaves of a small roadside shop to hide from the rain.Through the streetlights, I could barely see a black figure holding an umbrella, stumbling in the storm, with a white shirt soaked and stuck to his body.White shirt, yes, white shirt!For a moment, I was sure it was him.In fact, I don't know where my intuition came from. I didn't even see his face, but I was so sure.I rushed over, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the side of the road. He was struggling, and I didn't care about explaining. I dragged him to the eaves like a madman.He probably recognized me, and said aggressively, "It's you, why don't you speak? I thought I was robbed." It will come out." Then we laughed, not knowing why, as if we were very close friends.

Later, we chatted a lot under the eaves, but I forgot what we said specifically, but I knew that he was studying at School A not far from our school.His home is actually quite far away. He said that he took this road because he likes its tranquility, especially in summer. There are many big trees and cicadas singing, which is very artistic.We were destined to be different from the very beginning. I would definitely take the shortest route home, but he chose the most artistic route, crossing it to the other end and then taking the bus.

Later we gradually became acquainted, we were in the same class, sometimes we would make an appointment to wait at the intersection to walk together, in fact it was only a short distance, but we were very happy to have company.Most of the time, he was the one who gave me the materials. After all, I was in the graduation class and I didn't have much free time, especially him.Their learning materials are very rich, so they often borrowed me to review, and every time he took the initiative to give it to me. In fact, I have no intention of studying, but the kindness is hard to turn down, so I have no choice but to accept it.

Even looking back now, I still wonder how two people with opposite interests and so different interests could be friends.As expected, I was admitted to an ordinary class in an ordinary middle school at random, and I was admitted directly without special examinations.In fact, I didn't want to study for a long time, but I was too weak at that time, and it seemed that I couldn't do anything except study.On the contrary, he was successfully promoted to the top class of a key middle school.Our school is far away, but he still said that he likes the lush tree-lined road near my house, so he often comes to play with me.There are actually not many ways for the two of us to play, but we still enjoy it, changing tricks to amuse ourselves, and thinking of ways to make trouble.Only then did I realize that "quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit" is the perfect description for him.He is completely two-faced, he can practice the piano quietly for two or three hours at home, and he can be crazy and devoted when playing.Driven by his enthusiasm, I also became more cheerful.I am the most comfortable and at ease when I am with him.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but I unexpectedly made a good start.In the mid-term exam of the first semester of junior high school, I somehow got No.1 in the exam, which brought me an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.All of a sudden, I felt like I was enlightened, and I started to study hard from then on.It may be that the good start brought me too much joy, and I have been moving forward along this road since then.Moreover, I was not good at making friends with people, and studying hard just covered up my loneliness.

In the new environment, I still haven't made too many friends, and most of the time I'm still alone, so I'm still accompanied by him when I'm happiest.He often told me about the interesting people and things in their class, which made me know their class well, as if I had been living by his side.But I didn't have many stories to share with him because I was still so out of place and alone.The three years of junior high school were very fulfilling, because I buried myself in the pile of books and gained a lot. Although everyone was not very close to me, no one dared to bully me.At that time, I felt that this was already very good, a peaceful life, with the teacher's praise and his laughter.