When we let go of wonderful emotions, you and I are in an ignorant and youthful emotional life.

I've liked such a girl.

She was lovely, with slightly scarlet lips and eyebrows shaped like a curved moon, except that the moon turned black and hung on either side of her eyebrows.

The tall nose bone is as small as if God specially fabricated it when he created man.

A pair of thin-skinned ears, I forgot whether she had earrings, only remembered her birthday when she was a child, and brought a pair of pink crystal pigs, at that time I was thinking: The pig is so big, isn't it tired to hang it?

I only remember that she was very happy at that time, maybe because of her birthday, it was the first time I participated in her birthday, and there were few people who participated, because they were all relatives and the like, and I naturally had the qualifications to participate because of my third uncle.

I'm the same age as her, she's a pig, and she's a lovely sow.

It's all kinds of amorous, and it's not for her. It's small, it's good!

She has a pair of beautiful feet, her nails are very white, and she seems to be good at taking care of them, or it may be that she likes to be clean.

I remember her liking to wear flip-flops, but I never asked her why.

From the bottom of my heart, I especially liked to see her white and delicate little feet, probably because I was worried that if I asked this topic, she would not show it in front of my eyes again.

I'll admit I'm a little shameless, maybe perverted.

Men don't have a colorless character, maybe you will say in your heart: "Foot fetish!"

I think that friends who have had a period of ignorance of youth love must have had such a feeling.

Like a girl, admiring every inch of her body, limited to appreciation, without the slightest idea.

Perhaps, the only thought is to be with her for the rest of my life.

Of course, this is unrealistic!

She loves to laugh and laughs beautifully.

The sound of the silver bell is tinkling, very pleasant, and I think she fits the metaphor very well.

I met her in the fifth grade of primary school, when my parents had just divorced for a few months, and my father had to take on the responsibilities of being a father, so he left me and went to work in the north, hoping to earn more money to support my future life.

And I was adopted by my third uncle next to him, and I only remember that those two years happened to be very rebellious.

At that time, the third aunt's sister, the mother of the girl I liked, often came and went to my third uncle's house.

And her mother always took her and her younger brother to the third uncle's house to chat and drink.

The third uncle is slightly chubby, but not bloated.

He is a very cheerful person, and his face is always a little flushed, probably because he is busy with his own business and does not have much time to rest.

The third aunt is slightly chubby compared to people of the same age, but she has a good heart, is optimistic and cheerful, but looks like a man.

And that's how I met her.

Her name is Yang Fan, and the relatives around her affectionately call her Xiaofan, so I naturally call her Xiaofan, and I have known this name for nine years.

As far as I can remember, I don't remember hearing her call my name.

At this time, I thought that if I could be called by her at that time, it would be a very happy thing, enough for me to recall the moving 'melody' of that moment every day

I attended Central Elementary School and she took classes at another elementary school.

We don't have anything to do with each other, but I think I have something to do with her!

Very strange idea!

So much so that every time I pass by that elementary school, I can't help but think of her in it!

And how is she doing?

Do you think of me?

……

I remember that one afternoon, she came to the third uncle's house very happily.

The third aunt asked her why she came down alone.

She said with a flat face, "Mom will come down later." ”

I also believe it, this is probably the so-called lover's eye out of the Shih Tzu, right?

She said so, and I believed it.

That afternoon, I walked around behind her ass.

I followed her wherever she went, not only because of her fragrance, but also because of a peculiar attraction between men and women.

I remember playing marbles with a group of children, which are glass beads with a transparent interior but colorful colors.

She really likes to laugh, and when she laughs, it's a bit exaggerated.

Because every time she laughs to the end, she always laughs heartily like a boy.

She watched us play marbles intently, but I always felt that she was a little distracted.

It must be a sixth sense from a boy.

Her mother didn't come that afternoon, and she stayed for dinner.

(At that time, I was simple-minded and a little smart, but I never thought about why she came down to the third aunt alone.) ）

(To this day, I am actually narcissistic, she may have missed me back then, and even I don't believe it.) ）

She and I always seem to be separated by a wall, through the wall, we can feel each other's heartbeats, but we can't be honest.

That evening, I remember the fried rice made by my third aunt, and I fried a few side dishes by the way, and the only dish was carrots with great nutritional value.

The carrots fried by the third aunt are delicious, the radishes are cut into shreds, but after they are fried, they have golden juice, some are slippery, some are sweet, and they are soft when you bite into your mouth.

Xiaofan and I sat on the left side of the door, walking five or six meters ahead on a barely stone step to eat.

That's when I felt embarrassment for the first time.

At the time, she was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt. He was tied around his neck with the kind of suspenders that girls needed at the time.

(Forgive me, I don't know what to call that item, it's not a girl, after all.) ）

There was a dark red birthmark on her exposed jade arm.

I asked her what was wrong?

She said it was a birthmark, and I thought it was scalded by boiling water, because the birthmark was very deep red.

That evening, she and I went out to dinner.

I sat and stood with her, I didn't know what to ask, I just thought she was a little reserved, something or something she wasn't used to.

(Now, I understand that girls themselves are precocious than boys, and at the age when love first blossoms, she is more or less aware that men and women need to be separated by a little distance.) ）

I didn't know much at the time, but I felt that she was looking at me very evasively.

After eating, she sat down for a while, drank some soup, watched TV for a while, and left.

I chased her all the way, and it turned out that she was going back to her grandmother's house.

But I wanted to follow, and when I got to the road I stopped, and when she disappeared from my sight at a turn, I reluctantly turned around and walked back.

I remember that there was a street between me and her, and she didn't realize that I was following.

It was her grandmother, and I was only involved with her because of my third uncle, so I regressed.

Her back, from that moment on, is forever etched in my memory.

……

I thought that Xiao Fan would go home, and that's it for today.

Half an hour later, she rode a bicycle to the third uncle's house, saying that she was going home.

I was like a farmer rushing to the market, for fear that I would not be able to meet the good goods, so I appeared in front of her as soon as possible and said goodbye to her.

Her laughter was like a silver bell, clear and pleasant.

The third aunt told her a few words and told her to be careful on the road, she nodded and went back!

Whether or not I caught up again this time, my memory is starting to blur a little.

(Now, when I think about this image, my pride is at odds, and I don't want to admit that she is a good tutor, not trying to say goodbye to me.) ）

I met her in such an environment, got along with her for a few years, and became a good friend for a few years.

I am the eldest in the family, and the third uncle has a son who is the same age as Xiaofan's younger brother.

Every time we went out to play, the two heels were always hanging their tails from behind.

And every time I watched her stop her brother, I felt the urge to laugh.

In comparison, my brother is more well-behaved and can be said to be introverted, and I always bully him, and he is always bullied by me and cries.

The third uncle and his wife always tolerated me very much and did not blame me half a time.

Not once, that's a fact.

They also often educate their younger brother that I am the older brother, and it is okay to let me order.

(Now that I think about it, I was in a rebellious period, my parents divorced and I was adolescence, and I was self-centered compared to my peers.) ）

In such an environment, Xiaofan accompanied me for three and a half years, until she went to junior high school and I also went to junior high school.

When she was in the first class and I was in the third class, I still vividly remember the last time I smiled sincerely face to face with her.

After the incident in the second year of junior high school, she cut off contact with me.

(She was single back then, and I was also single, if I chose to confess to Xiaofan instead of Xiuting, would she be my girlfriend who I have loved for more than nine years now?)

Write it down one by one.

……

Childhood was always a bit more joyful, and even though my parents were divorced at the time, I was still a child, and I was always more happy than angry.

I'm like a stupid kid with no heart and no lungs, full of expectations for every day.

Moreover, with the existence of Xiaofan, I don't feel that life is a little boring, but would rather grow up slowly!!

(Perhaps, I should call her Sister Fan, in fact, she was born a few months before me.) ）

In the sixth grade that year, my younger brother Lun and I were in the same year.

I am in the second class of the sixth year, he is in the first class, and there is a girl in his class who comes to school from another village, and my name is Ting.

Her palms were a little rougher than the others, because she always helped the family with some rough work.

At that time, Lun liked to play with her very much, and always untied the sling around the girl's neck.

And she always covered her chest with one hand, and chased after Lun, wielding all her strength to hit him.

At that time, I kept my own face, and I didn't mess around with my brother, but always watched the two of them laugh from the sidelines.

I can't do the kind of thing that Lun does, and Ting is very beautiful, so I remember it very well.

There was also a sheep in his class, a very bad ewe.

Habitually tied in a ponytail, she walks with a manly look, like a woman who is a black boss, very domineering.

We always called her sheep, so much so that she went to junior high school, and like Sister Fan, she still didn't change her name.

I remember when I grew up, my friend Yiliang always called her Mazu when she played mahjong during the Chinese New Year.

Why?

In hindsight, Mazu was a god, and when people worshipped the gods, they would go with tribute.

Because the sheep's luck thief is good, it is either a winning hand, or a self-draw.

For this open-mouthed friend, the sheep is also angry and half dead, but there is nothing to be done.

This sheep always beats people, others beat her with fifty percent of her strength, and when it is her turn, she uses at least eighty percent.

Not only that, but her hooves are very sharp, not to mention pinching people.

The pain, deep into the bone marrow, like a bruise, is an innate birthmark.

I refused to play with the sheep because the woman was a little unreasonable.

It is undeniable that she is kind and kind, but she is a little overbearing.

……

I was young and carefree, after a long period of contact, I began to like Ting, and deep down I always had a strong desire to express myself, hoping that she would see that I was better and stronger than other boys.

At that time, there were rumors that I liked Ting, which was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for girls.

Well, I'll admit I just liked it a little bit at the time...... Good feeling, really good feeling!

She didn't know what was going on, but she took those words seriously.

For half a semester, he rolled his eyes at me.

Is it wrong to like someone?

If it's really wrong, you like me too!

When I was young, the girl I liked was disgusted with me, which was undoubtedly the most painful experience.

When I finally saw her, I would subconsciously hide.

I don't know why I'm hiding, I just think I should be hiding.

Slowly, I began to ask myself, why did I avoid her?

When I realized that I had no reason to hide from her, I grew bolder.

I started to be funny, and every day I would sneak into her tires, so much so that every time she would go back with red eyes.

And with a crying voice, he asked, "How can you be like this!"

Seeing her cry, I was serious about self-reflection.

I forgot whether I gave her a gift to make amends, and with my character, it is very likely that I bought it, but I forgot.

I swear, I wasn't trying to get her attention, I just thought it was time to get revenge.

At that time, I was really vindictive, and I was the first girl in my life to be angry and cry.

Later, when he graduated from the sixth grade, Ting told Lun at some point and asked him to convey a word.

She said that if she was in the same class as me in junior high school, she would drop out immediately.

For the first time, I felt powerless, and even during the summer vacation of that year, I thought about it many times and prayed not to be in the same class as her.

Because she would drop out of school, I didn't want to drop out.

If it was because of me that she didn't read, I would be ashamed.

But the world is unpredictable, and no one can predict what will happen in the future.

I didn't believe Ting would write me a love letter, even though I hadn't read the content (the letter was ruthlessly torn apart by me)

Later, I asked her what was written in the love letter back then.

She always avoids and always uses a fill-in-the-blank question.

If time could pass, I would definitely open the letter and fill in my most sincere thoughts carefully.

Today, Ting is married to a wife.

She said it, but I was too cowardly to go to the wedding.

Maybe I'm afraid that my first love back then, marrying a man I don't know, is a kind of torture!

Here, I wish Ting a happy marriage, your good friend Xiaojun.