Chapter 37 Prose Chapter 37 First Love

When I was young, the child of a friend of my mother often came to play at home. She was a few months younger than me. She was called "Sister Ying" sweetly, and I was the only one who followed suit.The neighbors always made fun of us, saying we were a couple.Once I said it again, I was not angry, and scolded: "So what?" Then I turned to him, "Let's go, ignore these boring people." I took his hand and walked away.There was an uproar all around.Later, he went out of town with his mother, and saw him again during the Spring Festival last year, ah, the little boy with a snotty nose became such a big guy, and he entered the bank to work, full of ambition, and as eloquent as his mother, still a sister Ying on the left and another sister Ying I.I smiled, what is Homecoming, this is it.

When I was in elementary school, the class teacher came to my door and reminded my parents to pay attention to my problems with a certain boy. My father, Weiwei, changed the subject calmly and sent him away.I hid on the balcony and laughed, which is about the only time I have my father's support.After I didn't want to transfer to Quanzhou, I actually received a letter from him. I opened it and read: Wow! ——Now, he must be a father, right? At that time, my parents transferred back to Quanzhou, and I changed schools accordingly. Most of the semester of the first year of junior high school had passed, so I had to transfer to another class. "That day, my classmates spread the word that there was a new beautiful girl, and they all ran out to see him. He sat on his seat as firmly as Mount Tai, and was about to put on his glasses, but the lens fell off, so he lifted the lens and squinted at you." After studying at university While chatting at a certain party, a friend suddenly mentioned it, and couldn't help laughing.I laughed, and it seemed that I was the only one who didn't know.

In the first and second grades of junior high school, I hardly spoke to him.When I was a boarding student at the beginning, I felt very bad. The school in the mountainous area was incomparable with the provincial key points, and the time was rushed. The first big exam was messed up.Fortunately, the younger he is, the stronger his adaptability, and he soon became familiar with his classmates.After staying in Dehua for three years, I knew that I had picked up the sweet potato accent that people in the city looked down upon, so I simply didn’t speak the dialect. My Mandarin was better than most locals, and they didn’t know that I was also from Quanzhou until they graduated.His grades also caught up, and he began to have arrogant capital.It was the most lawless age, and the head teacher called the parents every three days.My mother later complained, your teacher, a young girl who just graduated, is very sophisticated, causing trouble for you, so I always have to smile with her.

He got good grades then—slightly better than me, and was a class president.In my impression, he has a straight-faced personality, wears glasses, and looks like a young man.I'm notorious for my savagery.Later, when I changed seats, he was right next to me, and we got to know each other more. One night during self-study, I somehow offended me, and immediately threw a handful of confetti into the back of his neck.He looked at me with a half-smile, and said that the secretary of the Youth League once talked to him, saying that he was the next development target, and told him not to fight with me, "the influence is not good."I was taken aback for a moment, then burst into shame and anger. (I think my distaste for politics started around this time :) ) Gouged him out and walked away.

Soon he became my deskmate. I stared at him in disgust, and swore that my grades would be better than his, otherwise I wouldn't talk to him.So I worked harder than ever. After class, I went to the small garden to recite vocabulary. My friend touched my forehead and said, "Are you sick?"The strange thing is that if I fail to advance in the final exam, I will retreat. I am furious. It can be seen that studying is a stupid thing. I threw my English books and relapsed.What's even more strange is that he retreated even harder than me, and I still won him, but I didn't like it.He suddenly said aggrieved: "It's all on you, all on you, I've been thinking about how to talk to you all day long." I laughed, and I forgave him, and we lived together peacefully from then on.

His mathematics is very good, and I am only average. He often finds some strange problems and uses aggressive methods to force me to do calculations. It is a pleasure to see me fidgeting.But when it came to the Chinese quiz, he didn't have the ability to memorize the whole chapter in my morning reading.There was a quiz that pitifully hinted at me to "help". The head teacher stood behind him with a mischievous expression on his face. I was taken aback. He is a master at chess.I suddenly became interested, he was going to teach me, but it was very embarrassing, it is definitely not allowed at home, if you openly play chess in the classroom, you will definitely be criticized.That afternoon, he worked hard to clean up the house, exchanged glances, and slipped away respectively. He arrived at the Cultural Palace, by the pond, under the shade of trees, with stone tables and benches. He took out a small box with magnets embedded between two iron plates. Little pawn.He told me the most basic way to move, and I played recklessly, and quickly made a mess of the situation. There was no way to be caught off guard, so he turned the chessboard over and asked me to go to his side.This method makes me very interesting, watching him push himself to the end again and again, and let me regret the move.

There are figures dangling around, but it feels very quiet.I felt uncomfortable for a while, and occasionally said a word or two in a low voice.Say "goodbye" at the end, and run away quickly. At that time, our classroom was in a two-story red brick building, next to a big longan tree, and in front of it was a small flower garden fenced with feldspar strips. In fact, it was just some weeds and two thin peach blossoms. .We went there to play after class, caught snails and went back to the classroom to watch them crawl on the table.Boys always wait patiently for the snail to poke its head out, and then cut off its tentacles.I don't want to see it the most, I always rush over to stop it.Once, the boy sitting in the back took out a knife again, and he suddenly said: "Don't do this, it's cruel." His buddy, his eyes widened, and then shouted at me: "See, he used to play as hard as us, It’s going to be so hypocritical now.” I snorted, but he blushed all of a sudden.

One day I lost my temper, threw books one by one on the ground, and ignored him. He didn't understand why, so I went home and had dinner, and went to study by myself at night. I caught a glimpse of him sitting at the last table with a sad face. Recite words, very surprised.Walking over to take a look, he said angrily: "It's not you, I can't recite the words this afternoon, so I asked the teacher to keep it until now." Then he asked: "Why are you angry?" I tilted my head and smiled: "I have forgotten. "His expression seemed to swallow a frog alive. In this way, we became a pair in the mouth of our classmates.The class teacher came to the door again.I hid aside, waited for her to leave, and said bitterly to my mother, don't teach me anything, and from tomorrow on, I will never talk to him again.The mother relayed: His widowed mother cried, "I'm just such a son..." It turns out that his two older sisters don't count, I thought to myself.Immediately there is an almost vicious pleasure.

Really left him in the cold for a few days.But at that age, I still don't know how to hold grudges. In a blink of an eye, the high school entrance examination is approaching.Those three days passed very long and leisurely, without a teacher, the tables and chairs were moved under the longan tree, the cool breeze blew, noisy and frolicking, throwing paper balls, and an anthology of Tang and Song Dynasties under the textbook.In those three days, I discovered that a girl suddenly had an extremely unfriendly attitude towards me because she secretly liked him.Tears fell out of laughter. We all did well in the exam.I still beat him.I finally let out a sigh of relief.

At the graduation party, I looked at him through the candlelight and suddenly burst into tears.After all, it is a sentimental age. The years of first love passed like this, and first love must have no later things. 2000