Fragments of memory are always intermittent. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is not because of the intermittent life at the beginning, but the flashes in the memory have blinded those dull memories, so I often skip them. Jumping and jumping, time is messed up.

I forgot what time it was, I was very happy because I added a person's QQ, and then I was very disappointed.

At that time, it was evening, and there was still half an hour left for evening self-study. I'm still playing with my phone in the dormitory, as if I'm playing a QQ game. When I was tired from playing, I suddenly remembered a person in the class, well, I want to add that person's QQ.

I also forgot how I knew that person's QQ, and when I added QQ, I had to verify it. I typed the word "Sinon" and added a smiley face with a little trepidation, which is a sign of verification that I like. Then, after struggling for a few seconds, I pressed send. It seems that I am looking forward to that person passing my verification, and at the same time, I am afraid that that person will refuse to add me as a friend.

Within five minutes, there are any complicated feelings. Whew, which means incomprehensible.

Just six minutes after sending the verification, that person passed my friend verification. I was so excited that I was like Tarzan of the apes, "Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh". It was like a child getting candy from an adult, and he was so happy that he jumped back to the classroom. Again, it means incomprehensible.

As soon as I entered the back door of the classroom, I looked at the man. Hey, he's learning. And in front of that person, Nameless was playing with his phone.

I was a little confused, and then I remembered that that person didn't seem to have a mobile phone. Is it?

Sure enough, the man asked Nameless if he had finished reading it. I guessed at the time that the person should have borrowed a nameless mobile phone to get on QQ. So, the person who passed my verification just now is nameless. My happiness instantly turned into a lost rain, spreading all over my heart.

After their conversations, it turned out that my guess was correct.

Didn't I add that person's QQ? Why am I not happy? Maybe, what I care about is not whether I add it to Q or not. Rather, did that person verify it from the bottom of my heart? However, the one who let me pass the verification is nameless......

Well, in the first half of the first semester of my freshman year of high school, I really wanted to be a very good friend with that person, and it was Ying who made me feel like it.

It's just that there was less communication later, and it felt a little awkward. But, very happy, we still communicate.

Whew, it's time to change to another special topic.

As I said, I have a bit of a perverted perfection mentality that I don't like to have flaws that I don't like.

That's why I often look at my armpits for hairs that I don't like. Fortunately, the body understands that I don't want to grow up, it's not that there is no hair, it's just that it's so little and fine, and it's not obvious than the hair on my hands.

Between classes, it is still a corridor full of "humanities". The fat guy is still talking, and I'm still listening. But sometimes, I'll be the target of the fat guy's mouth!

The fat guy sometimes says, "When I look at you, I know that your hair hasn't grown!"

I was amazed and smiled slightly: "You are!"

The fat guy was excited: "How am I like you? Mine is a dense forest, and yours, haha, is just a few little grasses on the bare desert, is there anything to compare?"

I knelt down at that time, and I was convinced to the bottom of my heart! Sure enough, it was enough connotation and image! The fat guy's skill was already so strong that I couldn't imagine it! How to speak well without making people feel embarrassed is also a kind of ability to speak. The fat guy is a master!!

So after a long time, the fat guy's words will still be quoted by me in some special people. After all, that sentence is long-lasting for me. As a child with developmental delays, it is just right to know how to defend yourself.

The time of the first semester and the time of the second semester, I was easily confused. Because, in my memory, I have a lot of memories from the first year of high school, so I will be wrapped around a lot of interconnected threads like a ball of string.

Still, it doesn't matter. Time is not a problem, as long as it belongs to the memory of that year, it is fine.

Sometimes, when you are injured, you will feel sorry for your own misfortune. However, after some time, I unexpectedly discovered a new harvest. Or, unfortunately, it could also be another kind of luck.

I still remember the results of my physical examination in my first year of high school. Well, yes, one meter six five tall. Typical Minnon's height, quite suitable for me. Although I couldn't hold my head up in front of girls who were taller than me, coupled with the humorous ridicule of the fat guy, I still liked my height at the time.

But I'm also depressed occasionally.,Ah God, who grew up with me.,The height of elementary school is still about the same as mine.。 When he got to junior high school, he was a cut taller than me. In the first year of high school, he was already very tall in front of me! and I, looking at him with a slight upward gaze, and talking to him. It's not that much different......

Hey, people, it's a contradiction. I don't want to be high, but I want to be high.

Perhaps, Heaven is going to test me. Or maybe God wants me to experience another experience. So, I cracked the wrist bone in my left hand......

Why do you have a cracked bone......? The truth can be found according to the evidence provided by the victim, me.

After detailed analysis, it can be known that the first crime scene at that time was at the staircase next to the classroom corridor.

There are three eyewitnesses, namely my former table mate Matsu, and Yan and Flame, who played well with Matsu. They're a team, a sworn team. Flame looks more like a child than me, but he also calls me Minon. Yan seems to be the representative of the macho man, and he is also an expert in funny and humor, and he also calls me Xi Nong. Quack, Xiannon is so happy! Hmph! I'm sorry, I digress......

To get back to the point, then, what did the eyewitnesses see......? They would not disclose it.

So, what is hidden behind the reluctance to reveal? Who is it that makes the victim, me, have a broken bone?

As you can see from the footage from memory, I grabbed my left hand, which seemed to be seriously injured, with a painful expression on my face, and slammed into the classroom, struggling to sit down in my seat. This picture is really a bit like making a movie.

My tablemate at the time looked at me strangely and asked me what was wrong.

I asked him to pull my left hand, and then, my expression became more painful! It must be that my left hand was injured, but I didn't see any wounds or blood, so the preliminary judgment was that my hand might have been twisted!

Memories continue to follow me for twenty-four hours, and it seems that it is difficult for me to get into bed, because I am in bed, and the role of my hand is very important. The left hand was useless, and the right hand didn't have much strength to support my weight at the time. The whole process of getting into bed can be described in three words: pulling, crawling, rubbing.

Or the day has already been arranged, and it just happens that the next morning will be off after class. Fortunately, it was a holiday, because my hand was so swollen and the pain was more obvious.

I came home with difficulty and complained to my dear grandmother. Next, I went to the hospital for a check-up, and the doctor recommended an X-ray. Well, also filmed......

As a result, it was not twisted. Instead, there was a bit of a bone crack in the wrist and a bit of a displacement of the hand bone.

There is no choice but to let the doctor take action!

The doctor gently grabbed my hand as if to see how the condition was. I didn't care.

However, suddenly there was a "click!".

I shouted, "Ahh

The doctor took advantage of my inattention and twisted my wrist backwards all at once!

I finally understood why those who had broken bones were crying out in so much pain. Because, it's really painful! I cried, I cried in Ah Po's arms! I never tried so much pain when I was so old, and when I saw me crying so painfully, Ah Po also cried...... It seems that I have seen my grandmother cry for me for the first time, I cry so painfully, but also so happy!

After that, take another X-ray to confirm that the restoration is in place. Well, a very successful twist!

In the end, the left hand was bandaged, just like those policemen on TV after being shot in the arm, just as cool!

So, I have to take a leave of absence. Because life is not very self-sufficient......

Okay, I've dictated the content of the memory screen. This is what happened to me after I was victimized.

However, the cause of the fracture has not been said, what the hell is going on?!

Forehead...... Please allow me to close my eyes and recuperate, and wait until I get the truth back.

The truth is often a beautiful lie, and a lie may be the answer to the truth.

After I cracked my left wrist, my family asked me the truth. When I went to school to ask for leave, my teacher asked me the truth, and my friends and classmates asked me the truth.

My answer is: from an accidental fall.

It's a lie, not a beautiful lie.

After I went back to school and asked for leave, I took books from various subjects home and studied on my own. Actually, during the two weeks of my leave, I only read language books. In the corridor on the second floor of the house, while basking in the sun, I read the article lightly. That's the environment I like to read......

At that time, I thought about it: Is it really good for me to hide the truth? Is a cracked bone a good thing?

The days of recuperation are not very good, and it is extremely difficult to take a bath. It is difficult to undress, and the left hand must not move too much, let alone touch the water. Ah, I still want to ask my cousin Peng to help me wipe my body...... Whew, I'd rather not take a shower than be exposed.

For two weeks, most of the time was spent in TV dramas, which felt a bit wasted, but also very happy. It's rare to be able to relax under such great study pressure!

When I could turn my wrist slightly and remove the bandage, I went back to school. I didn't know what happened during the two weeks I was away from school.

So, Brother Jiong told me about some things that happened in the past two weeks and were related to me. One of the Chinese teachers praised my writing for being very good, and I felt very happy at the time!

In the past two weeks, I feel that many of my classmates are a little unfamiliar. I don't know if it's my problem, or their style.

Well, Gan asked me the truth. Phew, no, I still didn't tell her.

At that time, I cared too much about face, and I was so afraid of being laughed at, so I didn't want to tell the truth.

Actually, there is only one truth! That is, I have harmed myself.

Back on the day of the crime, Song, Yan and Yan were studying hip-hop dance at the top of the stairs. I watched it, and because there were people dancing in the junior high school party, I taught myself hip-hop dance, and I thought I could do it.

So, I crouched down as a demonstrator, supported the ground with my fingers, and spun around with my legs. Suddenly, my left hand felt like it was empty, and all of a sudden my whole left hand was numb to the point of severe pain! I entered the classroom in agony!

Actually, it usually doesn't hurt. But I was so confused that I shouldn't have used my fingers to support the ground, but I should have used my palms. My bones were already calcium deficient, and I used my fingers to support my whole body weight, and it was good luck for me to keep losing my wrists at the time.

Therefore, I am afraid that others will laugh at my love. Yes, I love Xian, but I also care too much about other people's eyes and mouths. It took me so long to have the courage to break through my cowardice and tell the truth. That's a bit of progress......

At the beginning, I thought that bone cracking was still a tragedy. After all, it brought me more pain than happiness.

However, I may have been really lucky.

Because of the cracked bone, I thought I should be very deficient in calcium, so I asked my family to buy a bottle of 100 yuan calcium supplement capsules for me to eat. At that time, it was purely to make up for the calcium in the cracked wrist bone. Unexpectedly, after eating that bottle of capsules, I ...... My height has skyrocketed!

I was amazed at how quickly my height had skyrocketed, because my gaze, which I had been looking up at the fat guy almost all the time, was slowly turning into a flat straight line, even tending to look down slightly.

I feel like I'm really lucky! Because if God really wants to abuse me, my left wrist will probably be broken. But, just crack a little. If God wants to punish me, he can not let me supplement calcium, and keep me in a world that I can't think of. However, I wanted to supplement calcium for no reason......

So, at that time, I began to believe that misfortune may also be another kind of luck.

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