In fact, I haven't really figured out Chu You as a person until now. I exhausted my thoughts, and the only thing I could think of to describe her was a simple, yet obscure ancient book. That's right, she's the one who has both extremes. If you want to say simple, you can even see her thoughts at a glance, but if you want to say complicated, you may feel that this is not the Chu You you know at all.

I still remember the first time I met her, it was our first day as elementary school students. I was sent to this No. 1 Middle School Affiliated Primary School by my mother with great calmness, and when I watched other children say goodbye to their parents in tears, or snuggle tightly in their parents' arms, I waved my sleeves and said to my mother: "Mom, you go back, I'm here by myself, and it's not the first time I've come." ”

Under my mother's extremely embarrassed expression and the envious gaze of other adults, I didn't wait for my mother to answer, but began to "patrol" the entire campus with my hands behind my back and my head held high. There was a gazebo surrounded by flowers in front of the first school building, and it was here that I met her. She was pretty, with white skin, large round eyes like grapes, and upturned eyelashes. She was scruffy, carrying a shabby, dark green schoolbag that she had picked up from a child of nowhere, wearing a fat, oil-stained white dress, and a pair of black dancing shoes that had been slightly rubbered. She sat on the bench of the gazebo, her arms resting on the railing, her chin in her hands, and she looked down intently. At the time, I thought that she was really like Cinderella in a fairy tale.

Adhering to the principle of being polite as a person taught by my mother, I ran to her and introduced myself with a smile: "Hello, my name is Xu Chuyang, and I am eight years old this year. I thought she would be frightened by my sudden appearance, but I didn't expect her to just turn her head and say seriously, "Hello, my name is Chu You." Then he turned back and continued to observe something.

Truth be told, the gazebo is a great place to be. It is a good place to rest for those who are tired, a good place to cool off for those who are afraid of the scorching sun, and a good place for entertainment for those who are leisurely. I don't know which category she falls into, but I'm in the third category anyway.

The first is that I'm really bored. Another is that she is too different from others, being alone is in stark contrast to a child with parents as a companion, and her calm expression is also very different from a crying child. So I sat down beside her, and she didn't seem to notice me, her eyes fixed on one place as if they were straight.

I'm an active and outgoing child, and of course it's probably by nature, so I just said so naturally, "What are you looking at?

She didn't turn her head and whispered, "No, I'm looking at the ants on the flowers." Then he "shh ”

I immediately felt that this was a somewhat neurotic child, and I laughed dryly and retorted, "How can ants hear us?"

"It will be heard, it will be," she said. Then two eight-year-olds discussed the ant as an animal, and almost half of the school's teachers went out to find it.

I said, "It can't hear it, it's so small, how can it hear people?"

Indifferently, she suddenly puffed out her cheeks and said a little angrily: "It just can be heard." Once again, the stubborn girl emphasized: "It can be heard." ”

Admittedly, even though I'm only eight years old, I've learned to look at people's faces. Seeing that she was a little unhappy, I immediately said, "Let's go down and see it that way." Then I stretched out my right hand and invited her.

She looked at me with jewel-like eyes, ignoring my outstretched hand, grasping the strap of her bag tightly with both hands, and walked out of the gazebo before me, crouching among the clusters of flowers.

She suddenly said softly: "Little ant, hello, we met today, and we will be good friends in the future." ”

I only thought of it as a little girl's fantasy, and I thought to myself, "I've read too many fairy tales! But come to think of it, it's rude to talk back to the girl you met for the first time, so the words become, "Why do you want to be friends with ants? Ants all look the same, how do you know which ant has become friends with you?"

"Of course I know, we're already friends," she said. ”

I continued, "Why did you become friends?"

"We've always been good friends, always have been," she said. ”

I stopped dwelling with her about why she became friends with ants, and I said, "Look, they're moving." ”

"Of course," she said, "of course, they have to carry home some of the things they need from the ground." So that they can live well underground. ”

I stopped talking, just quietly watched with her as she called her "friends" who came and went. Together, some of them lifted a long stick, and some of them nibbled on food scraps that they had picked up out of nowhere...... We are so captivated by them that we even lose track of time.

We were immersed in the busy world of ants until the cries of the teachers came.

The two of us looked at each other like old friends, stood up suddenly, and when we turned around, we saw the teachers panting. A fat-headed, big-eared male teacher said breathlessly, "You, what are you two doing here to hide? Half of the school's teachers are looking for you two." ”

I peeked at her, her head bowed, her face as red as a ripe apple, her hands wrenched together, and her white teeth biting her lower lip. She was a little nervous, and it seemed that she didn't want to answer the teacher's question.

The teacher may have felt that his tone was a little bad, so he cleared his throat and said in a milder tone, "It's okay, just say it, the teacher won't blame you." ”

She still didn't look up, and I explained, "It's nothing, it's just looking at the ants and forgetting the time." ”

The teacher asked incredulously, "Just look at the ants?"

I said, "Well, just look at the ants." ”

The teacher looked back at the other teachers behind him, and they all shook their heads and smiled.

The teacher at the head said, "Ouch, what two ancestors. We are in a hurry to find you, and you are still leisurely watching the ants. Okay, now that you've found it, let's go back to the classroom. He turned back to a female teacher and asked, "Xiao Jia, are they both in your class?"

The male teacher motioned for the female teacher to take us back, and after receiving the male teacher's eyes, the female teacher immediately trotted to the opposite of us, took our hands and said, "Okay, let's go back to the classroom with the teacher." ”

I smiled sweetly at her, Chu You was still bowing her head, not knowing what to think.

This is how we met each other for the first time, and I never expected that we would have been entangled for nearly half a lifetime because of this time......