People, whether adults or children, have their own feelings.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my naughty classmates gave me a finger for marriage. They gave me a female classmate with short hair, a flat nose, and a pair of loose-looking pants. Of course, since it is a promise, we are just being pulled around by classmates, on the way home from school, they shouted the names of me and that female classmate, I am particularly worried that this matter will reach the ears of my family, how can I be so mature at such a young age?

If you let your family know, you haven't graduated from elementary school yet, and you're already "engaged"?

During the extracurricular activities, the classmates in the same class, under the encouragement of several older sisters, surrounded me and the female classmate, and under a frantic break-free, everyone was full of passion, only to hear the eldest sister of the conductor shouting: "Lift Yang Xiaoyi to Ma Dashuai's body, let these two hug each other!"

It's incredible, after all, these big sisters have eaten two years more dry noodles than us, and their minds are much more mature than ours.

While I was struggling desperately, I saw another struggling female classmate, she was Yang Xiaoyi. She blushed and glared at her legs, trying to break free.

A group of them carried Yang Xiaoyi towards me, and I also had no way to escape, and the strong men in the two classes had firmly controlled me.

"Hey, Ma Dashuai, run quickly!" Yang Xiaoyi shouted.

I kicked my legs and replied, "I can't run!"

Yikes...... Yes...... Let me go!...... Hi......

In the end, Yang Xiaoyi was thrown on top of me, what an age was that, when a girl was smashed on me, my small body was painful.

Yikes...... Crush me!

Yang Xiaoyi was in a hurry and imposed all his anger on me. She hit and kicked me, and I was full of stars.

"Stop fighting! stop fighting!" I cried out for help in the crowd.

As soon as the class bell rang, those "butchers" ran faster than anyone else, Yang Xiaoyi glared at me viciously, and then got up and ran back to the teacher.

I was asking myself, why did they associate her with me?

The eldest sister's statement is like this: Ma Dashuai and Yang Xiaoyi have husband and wife.

I was disturbed by these classmates, and I turned my head to look at Yang Xiaoyi, who was sitting in the third row. She sniffled and shook her noodle head. Then he glared at me, and there was no tenderness in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat me.

At the beginning of the second year, I saw that her desk had been replaced by another classmate.

I asked Fuping quietly.

"Fuping, why didn't Yang Xiaoyi come to school?"

Fuping smiled and asked me, "You don't know?"

I was dazed, I started to get a little hot, and I wondered, what the hell is going on?

"I don't know, what's going on?" I asked anxiously.

Fuping replied to me: "Her family has moved to the provincial capital!

My heart plummeted all of a sudden, as if something very important in my heart had been lost in an instant. Fuping's face looked very flat, because it was only a girl from their village who left.

In the young heart, it is as if I have lost my soul, and I am listless for a while, and I think back to those happy times in my mind. Of course, that kind of downfall must not be told to anyone.

Later, time gradually faded my memory of her, and the memory is still stuck in the farce of that extracurricular activity.

Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye we have grown into a big guy and a big girl.

Ten years later, at a basketball game in Murakami, I saw her as she had grown up.

Her heart was pounding, and she was taller than me, but her face was still the same as before. I saw her, she was watching the basketball game from the crowd across the basketball court, but did she see me?

No, it's been ten years, what an easy meeting it is!

In order to try to say a few words to her, I slowly approached her direction. I don't know why, it's less than a few tens of meters apart, but it feels like it's tens of thousands of years apart.

Finally approaching her, in the sunlight, I stood next to her.

"Yang Xiaoyi!" I shouted.

She looked back at me and asked me blankly, "Who are you?" I can't remember, are you in our class?"

I suddenly felt very lost inside, and I smiled.

"I'm Ma Dashuai!

She seemed to recall something all of a sudden, and said to me: "Ma Dashuai! Remember, remember! I'm sorry, I've forgotten a lot of things over the years, and I have completely forgotten you!"

I didn't expect that after ten years, we would become so strangers that it would be better to punch me directly.

I wanted to talk about my experiences over the years, but I didn't expect that I was no longer in her memory. After a few casual conversations, we said a brief goodbye.

When I got home that day, I was like a drunk, I didn't feel any strength in my body, and I didn't eat my mother's dinner, so I fell asleep on the kang very early.

In the years that followed, she returned to her hometown every year for the Chinese New Year, but never saw her again. On a dark night, we went to see Shehuo and heard a few young men from the same village mention her name, and they said that Yang Xiaoyi was behind.

"Dashuai, Yang Xiaoyi is in the crowd behind, do you want to touch her?" asked a young man.

I was angry at the time, but I didn't get angry, who is Yang Xiaoyi!

I replied, "You go, I don't go!"

I thought to myself, what a dirty thing this is, whether she is so clean in my mind, or the girl who likes to stare at me, how can I possibly tarnish the beauty in my heart?

However, she was the target of the young lads that night. I'm curious to know what has become of her, but it seems that this opportunity is gone.

I don't dare to think about what she will go through, and there is no reason for me to stand in front of her. I didn't even dare to tell them that Yang Xiaoyi was my classmate.

After a few more years, I went to college. We became netizens and chatted with her for a while. But I felt that she had changed, that she had become unexpected, that she had become unbelievable. She is no longer the simple little girl, she is already a bad sister in the city, and I dare not face it directly with her advanced thinking.

However, after working, I didn't expect that we would be able to meet again.

She came to my city on a business trip and we met. I don't have any other thoughts, I just want to find the feeling of childhood, I want to get something from the past back, I just want to see old friends.

The first meeting after work did disappoint me, she didn't seem to have me in her eyes, she kept wandering in her own world, and my enthusiasm seemed to be self-inflicted.

I thought: it's okay, we're just seeing each other anyway, and we won't cross paths in our lives anymore.

But I can't figure it out, why is this happening? It seems that I have her in my memory, and there is no me in her world. Also, why do you have to care so much about it!

Actually, I don't want to establish a deep friendship with her, I just want to get back to the simple happiness I had back then!

I once tried to ask her, "Do you remember when you were in elementary school?"

She said to me absentmindedly: "It's been too long, I don't remember it at all!"

I asked her again, "What is Fuping in your village doing now?"

She quickly replied, "No connection! I don't feel like there's a common language!"

I nodded, not knowing what to say......