Ami asked a little strangely, because she felt that he should not remember all those things in the past. I remember when I was 9 years old, I met her mother at the door of my house with her to dry her mattress, and a large map filled my eyes. Seeing that I was stunned, my aunt smiled and said, "This is Ami's new artistic masterpiece!" "A masterpiece? I thought, Ami's soak of urine = a masterpiece of art. I looked back at Ami, she looked at the mattress suspiciously, turned her head to look at her mother again, and slowly squeezed out a sentence, "Why don't I remember." Looking at her expression, I was sure that she didn't remember, I didn't remember that she wet the bed, just like she snatched my transformers and gave them to other children to play with, and then said that the toy belonged to someone else, not mine, and said confidently, "Don't rob other people's things!" ”。 Seeing that I am arguing with reason, I will punch me in the stomach when I come up. At that time, I realized what it meant to be equal between men and women, because she had so much strength that she knocked me to the ground and made me disgraced, but she laughed, "I think I have to change your name, you have to be called Ah Ash." ”

Since then, I have no name in our community, only a nickname, and anyone who sees me will call me Ash. I started to hate her, I felt like she was robbing me of my pleasure, snatching my toys and my name from me, and I was very unhappy. I don't want to pay attention to her, I will hide wherever she is.

When we went to school, I always walked in front and she chased behind. But she can't catch up, the only thing she can catch up with is her sentence Ah Ash, you slow down. The turn of the partner next to me made me feel very embarrassed, and the rhythm of my feet not only did not weaken, but accelerated. Seeing that she couldn't catch up, a strong sense of victory occupied my little heart.

Holding the artwork to be handed in tomorrow, I compared it with the example drawings in the book, and it seemed to be a good match. I smiled and said to Ami on the other end of the phone, "Oh, you can." How do you think of Wang Zhidong! ”

"I went to an English cram school yesterday and there was a boy sitting next to me. He reminds me of him. ”

And so on. Wait", I subconsciously interrupted her, "Don't you tell me that because you think he looks like your EX, you think of him?" Don't learn from movies and television. ”

"Are you going to die? Am I that vulgar? In that case, I think everyone will think of my EX. ”

"Haha, then you're abusive enough, I'd like to hear how you describe your EX."

When I think of elementary school, Ami is taller than me, sitting behind me, every time I sleep, she will poke me with a pen, I never sleep in class, because I aspire to be a good student, I want to be the first in everything I do, I will feel very valuable. The only class, I don't like very much, that is the art class that Ami particularly likes, the teacher praised Ami once, I felt that this teacher taught very unlevel, how could this female man who always loves bedwetting have artistic talent, I think the teacher's eyes were covered by a layer of things. For this reason, I began to hate the art teacher, and I resisted anything that Ami felt good about. At that time, I was just starting to grow taller, and when Ami was painting, I was always sleeping with relish. At first, Ami never disturbed my sleep, and since the teacher praised her for her artistic talent, she started poking me with the tip of her pen. (To be continued.) )