That summer.

Park near the kindergarten.

The boy was in a five-square-meter bunker, kneeling, piling sand.

He seemed to be a child with no one to accompany him, and the only thing in his ears was the irritable chirping of cicadas that he could not understand. He held a pinch of fine sand in his hand, then combined it with the original pile of sand, and then kneaded it into the shape of an unknown monster.

The little boy was very attentive, had no distractions, and did not notice that he was playing alone.

After a while, a little girl came. The girl was the same age as him, a seven-year-old girl who looked like an elaborately carved porcelain doll, decorated in a beautiful cartoon dress, and two big black and white eyes staring at the little boy.

"You're playing alone again, aren't you lonely?" sounded the milky voice peculiar to the little girl's age.

The boy looked up at the visitor, did not think about the other party's question, but was very happy about her arrival, and shouted with a smile: "Wan'er, let's play together?"

"Don't play, the sand is dirty. The little girl, who was called Wan'er, remembered her mother's admonition, shook her head and walked over slowly.

She had already turned down the little boy's invitation eleven times.

She stood just one meter outside the little boy's world.

"But I won't be able to play anymore. "The little boy graduated from kindergarten, and he knew that this summer would pass, and he would put on a new school bag, go into a new environment, and do new things.

These things are all said by the little girl, and in the same way, "I can't play with the sand in the future".

Wan'er heard the little boy's muffled voice and reflexively looked at the other man's face.

Sure enough, he was going to cry again.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, you've got the little red flower of 'won't cry in the future', so you can't cry in the future. ”

"And now?"

"Well, I can't cry anymore. ”

She always coaxed him with this reason, and she also gave the little red flower.

Wan'er loves to play with this crying little boy, although she doesn't really play with him, and sometimes he is annoying.

For example, he won't take the initiative to talk to her.

The little boy sobbed for a while, then concentrated on his plaything, leaving the little girl to dry.

"Hey, you can't play with sand in the future, see what you do?" Wan'er pouted and crossed her waist.

After the little boy finished speaking, the indifference shown a moment ago disappeared immediately, and a new expression appeared on his face.

"You'll play with me in the future!" the little boy said earnestly, giving out a look that seemed to be long-awaited.

The little boy would always care about her every word and then speak to her without delay, willing to communicate with her, more willing to believe whatever she said.

That's why she likes to play with him, even though the two don't seem to have really played together.

But that's different now.

"You are not allowed to cry after that. ”

The little girl's heart suddenly burst into joy, and she walked to the sand pit without concealing it and said happily.

"Okay, as long as you play with me. ”

This is the first promise between two children, a promise that is not childish.

Time tinkling, clicking.

"Wow!!"

A distressing cry rang out, but the little girl was only upset when she heard it.

"Didn't you say you weren't allowed to cry?"

The two are already in primary school and are in the same class.

Wan'er stood on the playground, and the boy stood in the shade of a tree.

"But!" said the boy, shaking, his face very embarrassed.

"Don't cry!"

Wan'er walked over angrily, her red face was angry, and her two big eyes looked directly at each other.

The little boy was quiet, sucked back the snot that was about to come out, and looked pitifully at the girl opposite.

I seem to have scared him. Seeing the little boy's aggrieved appearance, Wan'er suddenly felt a little distressed, and turned her head away from looking at him, but at the same time her voice softened: "Okay, you can't beat Chubby, why do you want to help the bullied cat?"

"Chubby is so hateful, I can't watch him bully a cat. ”

The little boy has the persistence that makes him brave - to protect the poor weakling.

"You wipe away your tears first, and when they dry out, they won't look good, and your face will be so flowery!" the small girl shook her head helplessly, showing a hint of adult sorrow—the anguish of not being able to change the situation.

Wan'er understands what kind of person he is—a righteous partner who can't get used to bad people.

"Hey, are you a righteous partner?"

"What is a partner of justice?" Yang Jingran turned out to be a good guy who didn't know this kind of rotten routine.

"It's the good guys in cartoons, and they can beat the bad guys in the end. ”

"But I can't beat the bad guys. ”

This sentence poked the little boy's sadness again, and the little girl herself had not finished speaking, and she was about to cry again when she saw him.

"Hey, don't cry! From now on, you will be a righteous partner, and you can't beat the bad guys. ”

"Really?" the little boy looked at her steadily, as if the girl in front of him would give him infinite strength.

The little boy believed Wan'er's every word.

"Really, and, don't cry!"

Time flies quickly, the two seven-year-old children are already in the third grade, and the girl is growing faster than the boy, a cut above the other.

When I was in elementary school, I always felt that the leisure time was very long. Children fight with each other and play pranks from time to time.

Remember that day?

Two well-played boys stole a girl's pencil bag and threw all her pens in the trash. The girl who was informed of the situation went to pick up her things in the trash, and the scene was just what the two mischievous boys were flattering. They encouraged others to laugh at the girl who picked up a pen in the trash.

At this moment, a clear-eyed boy interrupted the class's heaving laughter as he pushed the two boys down.

The girl who had been ridiculed earlier saw the three people who had been scuffling together, with the other people around them avoiding the fighting heckles.

She shouted out as others cheered the two boys on.

"Yang Jingran, come on!"

afterwards

The three of them were stopped by the head teacher, and then they criticized a class in the office and stood outside the office for a class.

afterwards

The three of them fought again during the free time of the afternoon physical education class, this time for a longer time.

In the end, the two boys were beaten and cried by a boy, or they went to complain to the teacher, and the embarrassing scene of less bullying and more made the teacher distressed when he saw it.

After physical education class,

Wan'er ran to the boy angrily, bared her teeth and blamed: "Why are you going to beat them, you bad guy, I won't play with you in the future!"

The boy stopped talking, his expression was glazed after hearing "I won't play with you anymore", and he didn't respond to the girl's angry words.

Wan'er saw that the other party didn't answer her, her anger rose, and she turned her head without looking at his expression, turned around and left.

The boy cried, he finally reacted, but now he could only make a persistent and broken sound.

Hearing the familiar distressing cry, Wan'er's thought of turning her head disappeared in the impulse of anger, and she listened to the increasingly heart-rending cry, and then walked to the classroom.

The boy remembered that the girl had said that tears would not look good when they dried, and began to simply reduce the idea of crying, and to value the promise to someone who made him cry, to wipe away the tears that could not be stopped.

At the back, he seemed to have forgotten why he was crying, and walked into the classroom with red and swollen eye circles.

There is also a lesson.

The boy sat in his seat, and the teacher was organizing the third grade children to be quiet, and no one paid attention to the sad look of the boy who sat back in his seat.

The girl's position was behind the boy, and the two were far apart, but she seemed to hear a sobbing sound in the middle of a noise, which made her feel inexplicably distressed.

After school,

The boy was punished to stay and clean, and the other children left early.

Now he is the only one left in the classroom.

But outside the door, there was a girl who accompanied him.

Wan'er stuck her head out of the door and saw the boy who wouldn't take the initiative to talk to her as always, so she spoke first: "Are you stupid? ”

There was no response for a while.

Will he be angry with me, I seem to be talking too seriously! He won't really stop playing with me. The girl was a little frightened, and the head sticking out of the door retracted, not daring to see what the little boy was doing.

"Because they're still speaking ill of you. It turned out that the boy didn't hear the girl's soft voice clearly just now, and reacted slowly for a long time before he spoke, and his face still had that indifferent expression.

"Why didn't you cry at that time? Obviously, you were more seriously injured, and the teacher blamed you in the end. ”

"Because you said you weren't allowed to cry!"

The temperature of the girl's face rose sharply after hearing this, and her hot cheeks could sensitively feel the tricks of the wind.

The little girl pursed her lips, excited and happy, and she nervously walked to the door and spoke without thinking: "Then why did you cry again later?"

"Because you said you weren't playing with me anymore. ”

When the little boy heard this, he remembered the sad scene, and did not pay any attention to the girl's embarrassment.

"I didn't say that, when did I say I wouldn't play with you?" the girl blushed, she lied.

"Really?" said the boy, who was so happy that he finally smiled brightly.

The girls remembered that this was the first time they made a commitment to each other, and they saw a smile that was even more dazzling under the warm sun.

Leaving the classroom, the two walked downstairs side by side.

Wan'er didn't talk to the boy again, the boy just smiled stupidly and wouldn't take the initiative to talk to Wan'er.

At the school gate, Wan'er's heart began to panic again.

She saw his brother.

"Brother!" She didn't know whether it was the surprise and excitement of seeing her brother, or the fear that her brother would care about the boy next to her, she was stunned for a few seconds before she spoke.

She has an older brother who is in her first year of junior high school.

The elder brother was looking at the boy with hatred, and the boy had the same unfriendly face.

"Brother!" Wan'er obediently walked up to her brother and tugged at his sleeve.

"I heard that someone was bullying you at school. Wan'er had called her brother at noon, so that the brother who cared about his sister would look at anyone in the school except his sister with such a gaze.

"Are you?"

The boy did not answer him, and the two were very close, only two meters.

"The boy who helped Wan'er. ”

"Yes. ”

The elder brother still didn't give him a good look, although there was no conflict between the two.

Then, the elder brother took Wan'er's hand and left, leaving a word.

"Remember you, boy. ”