I have had him walk hand in hand in my life

In the final exam of the first semester of junior high school, I was very depressed on the day when the results came down. I had failed the math test that I was most confident in all the time.

At the same time, I saw that Yige's general score was more than ten points higher than mine.

Perhaps it was from this time that Yige's grades changed drastically. He gradually changed from a mediocre student to an excellent student. Before the end of the next semester, he got the first place in the monthly exam.

I took his full-score math test paper and compared it to the mistakes on my test paper. The clean pen writing seemed to be printed, and the strokes were neat and tidy.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was written by someone who could only draw curves.

Since I was a child, I walked into the teacher's office with the confidence of a winner, and walked out with my chest held high. I never thought that one day I would be scolded bloody.

I skipped class and pulled Yige over the wall to accompany me out to surf the Internet.

Yige didn't refuse, and I took it for granted.

He bought me a lot of food and asked me, "Do you want a drink?"

The two of us sat on the steps in front of the Internet cafe, looking very much like two little beggars no one wanted. I was a little surprised when I heard this, because it didn't sound like it came from his mouth at all.

He used to be stupid, now he is a stupid nerd.

I rolled my eyes and looked at him, and said, "Why? I've failed my studies."

Yi Ge: "Didn't it make you feel uncomfortable?"

I raised my hand and slapped him on the back of the head. I didn't let go of the hard blow, and said, "Drink when you feel uncomfortable. Look at me like that kind of person!"

He stared at me suspiciously, but I said nothing.

I admit, I used to be too much like a gangster.

After a while, he said, "It's beer."

I was also silent, and after a while I said, "Come on! But let me tell you first, I don't have any money."

He smiled like a child, and I stared at the two deep dimples on his face in a daze.

The story has changed since then. Faced with more and more heavy schoolwork, I started to have no clue. Sometimes I can procrastinate and save as much as I can, and my studies are in a mess.

But Yi Ge is different, every time I see him he is doing calculations and doing the test papers seriously, the world seems to be cut off from him.

I like to talk to him when I am bored, but when this guy is serious, no one will talk to him, so I took the tip of a pen and poked his back, picking the left and right bones, looking at his angry and helpless expression. Look at me and help me out of my boredom.

I once tried to poke my lower back with the tip of a pen, but I didn't dare to use force and still felt pain, but Yige never said that.

Once I poked him, he was doing a math problem, dragging his forehead with one hand, his bangs were caught in a mess, I poked him several times before he turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

"Boring." I collapsed on the desk.

Yi Ge: "Read a book."

"I do not want to see."

He went to flip through my book and said, "Have you done the homework assigned by the English teacher in the last section? Do your homework."

"My hands hurt."

"Hands hurt?" He frowned and said, "What's wrong, let me take a look."

I handed over my hand, still holding the pen that poked him, and said, "Don't you feel any pain? My hand hurts."

He was obviously taken aback, let go of my hand, took the pen and put it aside to complain to me, saying, "Who told you to use so much energy?"

"Who told you to ignore me."

Yi Ge: "I'm doing the math."

"I'm calling you."

Yi Ge: "..."

In the end, he compromised and put down the exercises and played two games of backgammon with me.

Obviously he was going to win, but when he saw my face, he gave in obediently, which made me angry and funny, and couldn't help thinking: Am I that scary?

There are always some students in the class who don't like to do homework like to copy and copy, and then the class borrows homework in a crazy way.Every time this time I am very proud that I have a brother.

His homework has always been exclusive to me. No matter who it is, as long as I say I want to read it, he will come over and give it to me immediately, and then smile proudly at the angry, envious and jealous eyes of others.

Because of the homework, I got into a fight, and I was the bully who had always been rampant in the class.

Although I was petite compared to him, I didn't let the other party take advantage of it, but the result was a bit unsatisfactory. I became the instigator and was criticized by the notice.

Yige was there at the time, didn't help me, and didn't make a sound, so I hated him for not talking to him for two weeks.

Going back to bed at night, I saw him and the boy in the next dormitory talking about something. They were very happy, and I was very upset. I deliberately said some unpleasant things after turning off the lights. Sure enough, finding faults is easy to cause accidents. I was checked by the bed and punished. up.

I have always spent money lavishly, and the living expenses given by my mother always disappeared in the last few days. This time, it happened to be in the last few days and I paid the fine. I looked at the last three and fifty cents and cursed in my heart.

When I woke up the next day, I habitually took my money from under the pillow. This is a habit I developed from the first day of junior high school. I put the money under the pillow before going to bed.

I didn't pay attention to how much it was, I just remembered that there was an extra ten yuan for breakfast in the morning.

When I took out the money on the third morning, I caught something wrong, and I counted and came out with an extra ten yuan.I subconsciously went to look at Yige, he had already opened the door and went out.

At night, the dormitory building suddenly stopped running water, so everyone had to take buckets and run to the pool near the cafeteria to fetch water for washing. I was carrying an empty bucket to fill it up, and was about to pick it up when I picked it up with one hand before me.

It's Yi Ge.

He looked at me and said, "Go back!"

I curled my lips, not forgetting that I was still angry with him. I looked at the bucket he was carrying, but I didn't have the backbone to grab it, so I could only obediently follow behind him.

Back in the dormitory, he asked me, "Want to have supper?"

I have the habit of eating late at night, so I nodded and followed him.

On the way back, the two of us squatted on the steps of the flower garden in front of the dormitory building and ate the cakes he bought for me. After a long silence, I said, "You put the money under my pillow?!"

Yi Ge: "Yes."

"Give me money for what?"

Yi Ge: "Don't you have no money?"

He asked back, and I was speechless, and it took me a long time to answer the game: "I want you to manage... the money... and pay you back next week."

After I finished speaking, he wanted to leave, but he held me back, "You owe me a lot, are you sure you want to pay it back?"

Hearing this, I was furious. Before I could speak, he had stood up and said softly, "You're still angry with me. It's been two weeks and it's gone!"

I didn't speak, just snorted coldly.

He picked his ears, and suddenly became serious, "I taught him a lesson for you, and he scratched his face."

Yi Ge touched his face, originally the previous sentence was quite serious, but after hearing the next sentence, I wanted to laugh inexplicably.

Yi Ge explained to me the process of his teaching others and the reason why he didn't take action at that time. After listening to me, the sulking that had been born for two weeks disappeared in an instant.

After the Chinese Entrance Examination, my report card did not allow me to be in the same school as Yi Ge again.

Although I was a little lost in my heart, it was not to the point of dying.My life in elementary school and junior high school allowed me to meet such a strong buddy. I had no one to accompany me in high school, and I had to meet new classmates again.

Yi Ge came to my house to look for me, I pretended to be relaxed and talked with him, but Yi Ge's undisguised loss made my relaxation collapse in an instant.

"It's all my fault," he said.

I scratched my head in embarrassment: "How can I blame you? It's me who didn't study hard."

Yi Ge: "It's because I'm too used to you. If I don't copy it for you, you won't learn it hard. If there is anything you don't understand, I will teach you."

I was silent, and Yi Ge was also silent.

It's too late to say anything.

At the end of the day, I blame myself.