With the aura of the principal of No. 1 Middle School, the principal's wife opened a small kindergarten with only two classrooms in the northwest corner of No. 1 Middle School. So, when it was time to go out to elementary school, even though my mother had already taken me to visit the affiliated elementary school, she was still afraid that I would not be able to adapt to it, so she whispered in my ear countless times about the benefits of being a primary school student. One of them was about being at the same table, and my mother took a long time to describe it to me, and I had the beauty of being at the same table.

Mom said, "Chuyang, do you know, when you go to elementary school, you can have a tablemate." ”

At that time, I didn't know what a table mate was, so I asked suspiciously, "What is a tablemate?"

My mother said, "Let's put it this way, when you become an elementary school student, you don't sit at a long table like all the children in kindergarten, but one person will have a set of desks, and the same table is the person who sits next to you." ”

I said, "Oh, so can we just play together?"

Mom said, "Of course, you are good friends at the same table, and you can play together." Not only can you learn from each other at school, but you can also invite him to your home, and you can share your toys or goodies with him. ”

I asked, "Is it like me and Little Joe?"

Mom thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's a little different." ”

I asked, "What's the difference? Aren't we all friends?"

Mom said, "Of course they're all friends, but there's just a little bit of difference. You think, being at the same table means that unless you leave your seat, you will always be there for each other in and out of class. But Xiao Qiao can't do it, I've already inquired with your director, you and Xiao Qiao are not in the same class, so you can only play together when you're at home. ”

"Oh. I replied somewhat perfunctorily.

Mom nervously asked, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head and didn't speak, and my mother continued to ask, "What's the matter?"

I said, "Mom, I'm wondering if my table mate is a boy or a girl." ”

Mom breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ouch, I thought something was wrong, don't worry, the teacher will definitely arrange a little boy for you to be at the same table." ”

I said, "Why? Can't I share a table with a girl?"

The mother said, "It's not impossible, but you little boys should be at the same table with the little boys, so that you can play together quickly." ”

I said again, "But girls are also very good, you see that Little Joe is also a girl, but haven't we always played well?"

"Yes, yes, my mother just said that, and who to share the table with at that time depends on the teacher's arrangement. ”

This was the end of my discussion between my mother and me about sharing the table, because my mother was called away by a phone call.

I once fantasized about my future table mates when I couldn't sleep one night. I fantasized that my table mate was a mischievous boy like me, and I shared my Ultraman and the car with him, and we "walked the rivers and lakes" together.

Although I have refuted my mother's "boys at the same table" theory, I have never really thought about what it would be like if there was a lesbian table.

It was so coincidental that when I grew up, I had to believe that there was indeed fate.

When the head teacher led us back to the classroom, the classroom had become a mess, except for a few well-behaved children who sat honestly in their places and whispered to the people next to them, everyone else gathered together, not like children who had just been assigned to a class, but like a reunion of old friends who had been absent for many years.

The head teacher let go of our soft little hands, walked to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser, "Bang Bang", the sound of the eraser in contact with the lectern made the children all turn their heads to look ahead, and the head teacher said sternly: "What are you doing?" Hurry back to your seat and sit down. Then they all quickly found their place like little monkeys and sat upright.

I don't know if it's because the head teacher has already divided the position, or if it's just a free combination of their tacit understanding. The last two remaining seats are the penultimate row on the far right, and the head teacher waved his hand and said, "Okay, you two go and sit there." Then we became each other's tablemates.

I used to think about doing things with my table mates, but it seemed that I couldn't accomplish them, so I changed my strategy, and I started to tease her and annoy her.

As elementary school students, we all use a variety of pencils that need to be sharpened with a pencil sharpener at any time. Mingzong is the first child in the class, he is the "little overlord" known to everyone in the first grade, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, and even the teacher is helpless. In addition to being a very curious child, Mingzong also felt that people must be equal, and the senior ones could use ballpoint pens, but the lower grades couldn't use them, so he took a few from home, and wrote half pencil words and half ballpoint pen words on paper, and he was also a very motivated person, he said: "You see, ballpoint pen writing is much better than pencil, let's use ballpoint pen to write in the future!"

Most people don't have the guts, but there are still fish that slip through the net, and a few people listened to his "flickering", asked their parents for money, bought the long-awaited ballpoint pen at the school commissary, put the pencil in the innermost part of the stationery box, and wrote with the ballpoint pen all day long. After this was known by the head teacher, Mingzong was severely criticized, and finally the head teacher said seriously when he held a class meeting: "Students, during this time, there were people in our class who brought ballpoint pens, and I should not criticize them by name." However, you have to make one thing clear, that is, our first-grade children should use pencils to write, because you are still young and still in the initial stage of learning, so it is inevitable that many mistakes will occur. If you use a ballpoint pen, then you think about it, you can't erase it if you're wrong, so how many books do you have to waste, right?"

The classmates replied casually, "Yes." ”

"So, don't bring a ballpoint pen to school in the future. This is the ultimate goal of the class teacher.

Maybe my reflex arc is a little long, maybe I like the thrill, and it's only after a week of ballpoint pen time that I start to fall into the ballpoint pen world.

I chose a blue ballpoint pen from my mother's pen holder, which I secretly put in my pocket so that no one could see it, and only took it out when the teacher was writing the blackboard. I gently pulled the hem of the ill-fitting dress that Chu You had been wearing from under the table, and painted on it what I thought was beautiful.

On the first day, I only drew a small flower, which was so small that if I didn't look closely, no one would find it, and Chu You didn't find it.

The next day, I drew a sun and a moon, the size of a fingernail, and I believe that if Chu You went home and took off her clothes, she would definitely be able to see it, but the next day she was still the same as usual—she began to practice pinyin when she arrived at school, and after the practice was finished, she began to read the ancient poems on the book. Don't you see it?

So, when the teacher arranged for us to read ancient poems aloud, I planned to create on her white dress again, Chu You suddenly covered the hem of her skirt, I was startled, but she said calmly: "Xu Chuyang, if you scribble on my skirt again, I will report to the teacher." ”

To be honest, I'm not afraid of teachers. At most, it was criticized, and it was not a big deal, but when I looked up and saw Chu You's eyes, I was shocked, and I suddenly said, "I'm sorry, I won't be like this in the future." ”

I can't tell you what kind of look it is, as if I have already seen everything, as if I have seen all the coldness of the world, as if there is the sharpness of a snake, and as if there is the innocence of a puppy, I was at a loss for the first time, I don't know how to face her, I can only replace it with silence......