Chapter 8 Chapter Eight Sometimes, trees are like people

Chapter Eight Sometimes, trees are like people "It's okay, just be careful next time." 49 "Harry and I have never been good fire (partners)..." The composition begins like this, and we really are not. His handwriting is ugly, big and scribbled.And he also wrote "partner" as "companion".Mrs. Throck underlined the word "fire" and wrote "mate" with a pencil beside it.There were typos throughout, and the three sheets of paper were messed up by him. "Harry and I were never good mates, honestly never were, but I don't know why. We were born to be 'opposites', we had a feud from a very young age. I don't Know, maybe I did something wrong to him, but I don't really remember. Maybe he didn't like the way I looked. I don't know, but we didn't really fight either.

I tried to make friends with Harry, tried many times, and I always asked him if he would like to play football together.But he never kicked me, as if he thought either there was a virus on the ball, or that I had a virus on my body, and it would be contagious if I touched it. It was Harry who first called me 'Jay Fat' because I was kind of fat.Everyone calls me 'Jeffy' now, which I love, thanks to Harry anyway.I was the one who got Harry's jersey and it was on the bench during the game break.He had to play in a red shirt, and everyone called him the "Red Devil," but I think he liked the name.I'm sorry for taking Harry's jersey, I'll give the money back to his mum for some flowers to put on his grave.I promise I will.

However, I don't think I provoked him first, I only provoke him when he makes me feel uncomfortable, and I want to make him feel uncomfortable too.I did not treat Harry very well, and I'm sorry.But he was not nice to me either. I used to want Harry to be my best friend and I would love to improve our relationship.But, it seems, we are going to be hostile forever.I really like Harry, though I'd never like to admit it.He's funny at times, and it's hard not to be amused by what he has to say.But I always sat by, trying not to laugh.Because I don't want him to see me amused by his words.

I'm sad that Harry is dead, because I can no longer be good friends with him, and I can't apologize to him for messing with him so many times.And I can't forgive him anymore, because he has provoked me many times.Maybe he never intended to be friends with me, I don't know.But just because someone wasn't your best friend and he's dead now makes you feel even more sorry.I really like Harry, he's funny at times, he's a good footballer and has a quicker mind than me, although I never tell him that to his face. If Harry came back, I would go over and put my hand on his shoulders and tell him to let the past go and we start over, and even if we still can't be best friends, that's okay.

I'm really sad that Harry died.This is the truth.I'm not kidding, if that accident happened at another intersection, maybe I, Jeffy, would have died.Then you Harry should be as sad as I am now.I just can't take it, Harry.I just want you to know one thing now, that tree was my idea.I was the one who thought of planting that tree, so maybe things would get a little better.Goodbye, Harry.farewell! " At the bottom is the signature of "Jay Donkins". what did he say?what did he say?I have to sit down and think about it, I have to sit down and think about it.I sat on the edge of Teacher Throck's podium and thought about it seriously.

I?I hate Jeffy?How things are reversed.Obviously he started it first, it was he who called me "Magan" first, and I called him "Jie Fei".I never messed with him, never, he messed with me first.It's not true that I don't play with him, we've played many times and every time he loses or gets kicked on his knee, he just grabs the ball in his arms and goes, "This is my ball. , I don't want to play now!" We said, "Jeffy, let's play again, at least finish this game." But he never let us play again, because it was his ball.He doesn't want to play, and no one wants to play.

It's not my fault, it's really not my fault. I went back to look at the wall, and at the Jeffy composition hanging on it.I went behind his desk and he was still wrestling with negative numbers.Does he really think my jokes are funny?is this real?Or just say a few nice words for the dead?I remembered the words at the end of his composition again, I am dead, and everything is irreparable.At this time, I understood that this is how I feel about my sister Yadan, and it can never be undone.This is our unfulfilled wish and unfinished business. 50 I held out my hand. "If it's a friend, Jeffy?" I said, "Just shake it!"

He was still thinking about the negative number question, and he was paying attention to Mr. Throk's lecture. "Make a friend, Jeffy? How about it, OK?" But he was still doing the calculations, and he smeared the grease from the ballpoint pen all over the exercise book.Paint and change, he has always been like this.It annoys you to look at him like this - he's always so messy. "Make friends, Jeffy? OK?" If only he could hear me!If only I could make a sound!Even if it's only for him to hear it, it's fine if it's only transmitted to his head!Just like phone calls and faxes.

"Jeffee, it's me, Harry. I'm sorry we didn't get along. Let's make it up now!" As I spoke, I tried to think about him with all my might.I looked at his expression to see if there was any sign of understanding. No, nothing.He is still doing calculations and correcting mistakes. "Jeff!" I yelled at his head now, "Jeff! It's me, Harry. I'm right next to you, and I've read your composition. I'm not here for revenge, not here. To scare you, not to give you nightmares. I came back to make up with you, to apologize, did you hear? I don't think you like me, Jay. It's like you think I don't like you. Between us There was a misunderstanding, you understand? Let's make it up now! OK, Jay, OK?"

But nothing is reflected, and nothing is reflected.I was like talking to a big hamburger sitting on a chair.I looked at Jeffy, he really looked like a big hamburger. I'm getting a little annoyed with him, like I was with him when I was alive. "Jay! Pull yourself together!" I thought to him, "Attention, I forgive you today. If you agree, just nod!" But he was still the same, taking math problems more and more seriously.Mr. Throck asked him to do a problem of subtracting negative numbers from negative numbers, just like the negative number from negative to six. Jeffy might be very excited and very energetic because the teacher asked him to do such a "difficult" problem.

Just when I was about to give up, I remembered that Arthur once made a "slot machine" produce a row of four strawberries, and I let a leaf fall.I can try my mind, this is my last option. "Six minus, minus six, equals minus..." he was still writing. "Hi, Jeffy, I'm Harry, and I'm here." I ordered his ballpoint pen to write: "I'm Harry, I'm Harry, I'm…" Suddenly, without warning, Jeffy's ballpoint pen flew out of his hand and flew directly onto Paul Anderson's desk (my former desk). "Yeah!" said Paul Anderson, "what are you doing, Jeffy!" He grabbed the pen and tried to throw it at Jeffy, but Mrs. Throck stopped him. "Give it to me, Ball." She handed Jeffy the pen. "What's the matter? Jerry." Only the teacher called him by his first name. "I'm sorry, sir," said Jeffy, "I was working on a problem, and somehow it flew out of my hand. Maybe I was too hard, and the pen bounced by itself." "It's okay, just be careful next time." Mr. Throke said. P "Has anyone ever planted a tree for you, Arthur?" 51 "Be careful next time." When I heard this, I remembered a time I had escaped death once before.That time it was a disaster, the knife reached his neck, and he almost died.That's what my dad said to me afterwards. "You're lucky this time, Harry. Be careful next time!" Danger is always different from the last time you encountered it.The danger changes every time.If you are careful about the danger of the "old", a "new" will come, which will make you hard to guard against.That time, about a year ago, I got my shoelaces tangled in my bike chain, and the bike got stuck, and I fell onto the curb on the sidewalk. "You're lucky, it's just a scratch," my dad said to me. "Watch out for your life! Tie your shoes before every bike ride, and don't let this happen again." I've been doing exactly that.If my shoelaces are long, I always have to tie them carefully before riding.I'm always extra careful with my shoelaces.Even when I got into a car accident, I was just as careful.When I was riding a bicycle, I suddenly felt that the shoelace on my right foot was loose.Do I want to fall like that again?In no mood!So I looked down to check the laces on my right foot.Because I lowered my head and didn't look forward to the road, the car shook and the handlebar was slightly crooked.Just then a big truck drove up the road.It shouldn't be driving here, because trucks are not allowed on the roads in our community.It never occurred to me that there would be a truck coming from the opposite side.I knew it, I'll be more careful next time— But I have already arrived in "another world", so how can I "be careful next time"! 52 Jeffy looked at his ballpoint pen and kept muttering, "Why did it fly out by itself?" "Come on, Jeffy," said Mrs. Throck, "problem, have you done it yet?" I tried a few more times to get Jeffy's pen to write what I wanted it to write.But no.The ballpoint pen doesn't listen to me at all.Maybe it was an accident that his pen flew out, not the effect of my thoughts?It may be that what Jeffie said was that he pushed too hard and ejected the pen. There was no way I could tell Jeffy that I had seen him write my composition and that I wanted to befriend him. It looks like I can't change anything and it's time for me to go. "Goodbye, everyone!" I said, "goodbye, Peter. Goodbye, Olivia. Goodbye, Mrs. Throck, and everyone. Goodbye, Paul Anderson, even though I didn't know you before. I hope you take good care of my coat hooks and lunchbox box. I'm sure I'll never have to use them again. Well, goodbye everyone. Thank you all, it's good to see you again, thank you for giving me Words to write. Goodbye! I will not forget you. I am very sad that I cannot grow up with you, I cannot upgrade and go to school with you. I wish you all the best. Maybe I will see you again, Who knows. Good-bye, folks, good-bye!" I'm leaving. I didn't even look back.I think it's better not to keep looking back, it will be more sad.Don't dwell on the past, think more about the future.I walked down the corridor, ran to the playground, and went back to Arthur. I paused at the football team roster on the bulletin board to see who was playing where I was now.As I expected, it was Ball Anderson, who is now the main center.He seems to have completely replaced me.The team has won three games in a row recently, and it seems that they are playing well without me.It seems that things are going well without me.I remembered what Arthur had just said before I entered school. "Harry, I mean, that's the way other people live and live." "Just don't think too much about it, Harry. Otherwise you'll be disappointed." Maybe I'm thinking too much.However, I think it is fair to say that there are some things that I think too little about. As I was walking outside the school, I remembered the tree Jeffy had mentioned at the end of his essay, and he had mentioned that it was his idea to plant it. I wanted to see that tree, so I went around the backyard of the school to find out which one was newly planted.I accidentally saw the earthworms I raised in the "biological corner" there.It turned out that they were moved here.How cute are the little guys! I quickly found the newly planted tree, with a metal sign beside it that read: "Harry, we will always love you!" Below is my date of birth and death. I stood there and looked at the trees that everyone planted for me.At this time, I suddenly remembered that Arthur was still waiting for me at the school gate. Let him wait for so long, it should not be!I have to go back quickly. "Harry, I saw this tree they planted for you." I looked back and Arthur was standing right behind me, looking at the tree too. "Do you know what kind of tree it is?" I asked him.I'm no good with trees. If it's a car, I'll know what make it is. "It's an oak tree, don't you see it?" he said. "Yeah, I didn't see it. Trees are hard to recognize when they're not grown." "That's right." "Do oak trees live long?" "Hundreds of years," Arthur answered me. "It can live for hundreds of years!" This makes me very happy.Thinking that my tree can grow and grow, and keep growing like this, it can grow for hundreds of years.That way a lot of people will come here to see it, take shade and shelter from the rain under my tree (I have to warn you now that sheltering from the rain under a tree is dangerous and vulnerable to lightning strikes - something I just learned of).Everyone will see that metal plate, think of me, and count how old I have lived.They also talked about me, my bike, and the truck that hit me.They would talk about my classmates raising money to buy saplings for me.Maybe they'll remember that it was Jeffy's idea!Maybe when people hear this, they will feel very warm all over their bodies, and feel that the world they live in is so beautiful and full of love. maybe. I turned to Arthur, "Isn't that a nice tree?" "Very good," Arthur answered me, "really very good." I suddenly remembered one thing. "Has anyone ever planted a tree for you, Arthur?" He looked a little uncomfortable, pulling back the hat on his head, which he tended to do when he was nervous. "Oh, of course," he said, "of course they planted it for me. Honestly, there's a lot of it, almost a grove. Yes, a grove, they call it, Old Arthur Memorial Lin. If it hadn’t been cut down—for the fire, I would definitely take you to see it.” "Oh," I said, "what a pity." I suspect he is bragging.I guess he might be a little jealous of my tree, and maybe no one thought of leaving him anything after he died.So I didn't ask him where the woods used to be. I looked at my tree again.I thought about how tall it could grow.It may be cut down for firewood in the future.Maybe the expansion of the road will cut it down in the future, maybe it will grow worms and die by itself, maybe a flying saucer will fall on it in the future, maybe—I can’t think about it anymore, I can’t think about what accidents will happen to my tree .I get those thoughts out of my head, why not something nice?The worst thing is death, and I am dead.I will only get better and never get worse.Maybe my tree will grow for hundreds of years, maybe not.I can only hope that it grows well and that everyone is well. Sometimes trees are just like people.