Chapter 31 Section VIII

In 1997, Hong Kong was about to return to China.As the return date draws nearer, it is my menstrual period. I don't know if all "big aunts" are like this. Compared with its menacing appearance every time after that, it was so silent when it first appeared, so that Qin Chuan was not the one who discovered it first. When I was happily chatting with Qin Chuan and Dalong at the school gate, I was suddenly grabbed by Qin Chuan. He took off his plaid shirt without any explanation, and took two steps forward to wrap me tightly inside. "What are you doing?" I was puzzled.

"Tie your shirt around your waist!" he said awkwardly. "Why? I don't!" I thought it was his malicious prank, and struggled uncooperatively. "Hurry up!" Qin Chuan was in a hurry, so he decided to block it for me himself. "Oh, I don't! How ugly it looks like a butt curtain!" "you!" "What me!" "You... you came over there!" "Which one?" I looked at him blankly. Dalong saw us whispering, followed up and asked, "Boss, what's the matter?" "You go buy popsicles! No! Buy soda! It's not iced!" Qin Chuan pushed Dalong away angrily.

"What on earth are you going to do?" I saw Dalong walking away, and asked with folded arms. "You don't have one, right?" Qin Chuan blushed. "What hasn't happened!" "That's the one! The one your girls come every month!" Blindfolded, I suddenly realized what he was referring to.At that time, I vaguely knew that girls would have menarche, and in physical education class, one or two girls would raise their hands to say that they were uncomfortable, and they could rest in that class.Liu Wenwen is one, every time she raises her hand, she carries a sense of pride and mystery.But what is going on with menstruation, in fact, I don’t understand at all. Our family has the shyness of Chinese family traditions. Adults will not explain these things to children in detail, and the school’s physical hygiene class is all snickered by boys. Lieutenant General hurriedly took this part of knowledge.I had never prepared for menarche, never imagined that it would come so quickly and so randomly.

I stood there dryly like a scarecrow, tightly wrapped Qin Chuan's shirt, he rubbed his feet on the ground, and said uncomfortably: "The pants are stained, you should cover them with the shirt first, go... buy sanitary napkins Bar." The word "sanitary napkin" made both of us blush. I turned around and ran to the canteen, just as I ran into Dalong who bought soda. He smiled and said, "Qiao Qiao, what did the boss ask you to buy again? I Help you buy it?" "No!" I replied angrily. In the end, Qin Chuan's shirt helped me through the little crisis of menarche, and when I returned the shirt to him, I didn't say thank you, but whispered a hooligan, and he was so angry that he called me a donkey for my good intentions.I retorted that he knew everything, and he laughed at me for not knowing even this.In any case, it was quite embarrassing for him to know this so clearly.

Boys and girls grow into boys and girls, and then into men and women, which is the premise of all stories.Qin Chuan's voice became thicker, and I began to welcome "big aunt" once a month. We were gradually different, and important changes were quietly sprouting. We became unfamiliar with each other, but we wanted to get closer to each other even more. The return of Hong Kong is an unprecedented event. The entire junior high school of Denghua Middle School participated in the celebration performance on the night of the handover. The task of the second year of junior high school was to dance in Tiananmen Square. Almost all the students of the whole grade participated in the rehearsal, only a few with special shapes or It is the extremely poor learners who are excluded, and I am one of them.

I'm not in a special shape, and I'm not bad at studying, but Liu Wenwen, who is the literary and art committee member, didn't write my name in the student list that was handed in.She didn't ask the class teacher's opinion or mine, so she ignored me so naturally. Of course, no one raised any objection afterwards.I was the only one who complained angrily to Qin Chuan, but he didn't take it seriously. In his opinion, he should really protest when he danced to "Pick Up Your Hijab" every day under the sun. On July 1st, the classmates went to school to gather early. I was alone in the yard and accompanied Xiaoyu to count the seeds of morning glory.Xiao Yu is my uncle's daughter, who was born in the year Qin Chuan and the others moved away, and she is a round younger than me.She has a big tongue, and she was not allowed to call me by my name since she was a child. She always called "Sister Qiao Qiao" as "Qiao Qiao Zizai".The sweltering weather, not being able to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the excitement, and being chased and shouted "Joe Joe Zizai" by the kid really made me very upset.

Just as he was depressed, the courtyard door suddenly opened a crack, and a soft voice came in, pinching his nose: "Qiao Qiao Zizai, come out to play!" It's Qin Chuan. He knew that he was not treated by my grandma. Whenever he met my grandma, he would always be reprimanded. He would be said to have long hair or dirty clothes. Several times, the old lady almost smelled of cigarettes.So every time he came to see me, he didn't even dare to enter the courtyard gate. He had to observe the terrain first to make sure that my grandma was not wandering around before he dared to call me.

I was very bored when I saw him coming, I quickly carried Xiao Yu back to the house, turned around and ran outside.My grandma just made dumplings, and I almost staggered when she came out of the kitchen. She was so angry that she yelled, "Go wild again! Be careful of the martial law on Chang'an Street, you won't be able to come home!" I ignored her, went out of the courtyard and slapped Qin Chuan, "Let's go! Where are we going to play?" "Go dance!" Qin Chuan embraced Dalong who was standing aside helping push the cart.