After another holiday, Chang Berryzi came to their office early to turn on the computer, and then copied the article "You Far Away" that she had written on her colleague's personal computer on the holiday and copied on a USB flash drive and pasted it into the shared document of "air convection" in English. Then he typed a paragraph at the beginning of the novel:

Good morning! Teacher. I have written this reminiscence of my reading life in the form of a novel, and the reason why I have the courage to put this almost dusty past in my pen and let you comment on it for me is because your novel evokes deep memories in me. Your feelings are delicate, real and profound, and your characters are vividly outlined; Although there is a big gap in what I wrote, I was largely inspired by you!

"You Far Away" (Author: Maverick)

You at the same table, you from afar, have been separated for many years, how are you now? Now, in the fashion of this century, do you have a house full of gold and are enjoying the warm fragrance of nephrite? After many years, your vague figure often swirls in my heart, occasionally as distant and uncertain as a paper kite in flight. I thought it might just be a hazy feeling on my part at the time.

When I was in the sixth grade, I shared a table with a boy from my village. In fact, most of the classmates in the class are neighbors to each other, and they are not strangers to each other. When I was a child, I grew up faster than other girls my age, and I stood out from the crowd. Because of my tall stature, the head teacher placed me in the last row, which happened to be at the same table as him.

At that time, they were only eleven years old, and although they didn't know what love was, they also looked forward to beautiful people and things. He is white and handsome, his words and deeds are more mature than other boys, and he is decent, which may be related to the fact that he lost his parents since he was a child, his father died early, his mother remarried, and only he and his younger brother and grandparents depended on each other. may have lacked the warmth and correct teaching of father's love and mother's love since he was a child, his learning attitude is not very correct, and his grades are also at a disadvantage. And I have been the class president since the first grade in the whole elementary school, so I am naturally impeccable in my studies. The teacher's placement of me next to him was undoubtedly a "pie" in the sky for him, and he didn't have to worry about homework from now on.

As expected, my daily homework must be modeled on me, and it will please me in every way. And I somehow felt that there was a precocious maternal affection for him (which might be too early to describe an eleven-year-old girl), so I did not refuse him to copy his homework.

At that time, the boys and girls in our class were in a confrontational situation, and the other men and women at the same table would pull their tables and chairs away and keep a certain distance, and everyone stayed away to show that all parties had a clear position. Hehe, and our seats will be slightly segregated, but we are just pretending to hide from others. Sometimes there is no teacher in the self-study class, and we will talk and laugh with the students in front of us, and everyone will talk freely. His voice was clear, and his eyes lit up when he spoke of excitement, and a light of great joy poured out of it, and I was enveloped and wrapped in the light that flowed in his eyes, so that I became obsessed with it.

But now that I think about it, the emotions of childhood are always simple and concise, it is not mixed with any impurities, it is crystal clear, clean and flawless, and gives birth to the nourishment of a young life, so that the young heart gives birth to an expectation, a kind of expectation, and an inexplicable chivalrous tenderness fills the whole mind. At that time, the blue sky and green water, the birds and white clouds, and the light wind of the sun seemed to be rendered with a mesmerizing poetic and picturesque feeling, and the quiet heart lake also swayed like bursts of water waves like flowers.

I am the class leader, so I naturally have to manage the classroom discipline. Whenever the self-study teacher is not available, the boys in the class are as active as fish in water. They play little pranks that make a timid girl frighten her and exclaim again and again, while the initiator is triumphant and pretentious; They talked about the so-called idols in their minds in groups (at that time, they admired nothing more than some folk legends of martial arts, and those subtle and mysterious martial arts novels, I don't think they have yet to understand it), they spat one by one, talking eloquently and with obsession on their faces......

At this time, it is my responsibility to make the class quiet and create a good learning atmosphere. However, I am also a lively and active girl, and I also want to relax my tense nerves and highly concentrated thoughts in addition to serious and rigid studies, so sometimes I let it go and do not stop it, and when my eyes are hot, I will happily join them, as long as it is not too excessive. However, when I am very busy with my studies, I have to set an example and work with the cadres of each class to maintain order and let everyone study hard. At this time, he will not mess around like other boys, refuse to eat soft and hard, and will not easily comply, but will put his head on his arms and fall asleep leisurely, which is quite "the world is turbid and I am alone". When I finally breathed a sigh of relief after trying my best to calm down the "war", he would slowly turn his head and glance at me meaningfully, as if I owed him a lot of favors, and he was a gentleman who did not ask for anything in return, hum!

This year, we are preparing for the junior high school entrance examination, and at this time, nine years of compulsory education have already been implemented, and we can go straight to the school regardless of whether we pass or not, so we are not busy with schoolwork. As always, we are exercising the power of "teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad" and wander around. My house is not far from his house, across a large field, so I often go to his neighbor's little sister's house to play, but my heart is worried that he is not at home. If you see him, you will feel red and hot, and you will be at a loss. What's even more interesting is that every time I pass by the gate of his house or even look at his house and family from afar, I will have a complex and indescribable emotion, sweet and excited, nervous and panicked, and I have to hurry by with my head down, but my heart is like a deer beating non-stop (this situation has lasted for a long time, and it may still be a little confusing to this day). I was ashamed of myself, after all, I was only a child, and of course I didn't know what early love was at that time, but I felt that this kind of thought was a little too heavy, and it made me feel like a burden, but I felt good, as soon as his voice and smile appeared in my mind, a longing swelled in my heart, if we could be together, how good it would be! As a precocious man, I already knew how to be a woman, and every day I combed my hair neatly and beautifully, dressed elegantly and decently, and smeared a little bit of floral water, because he sat next to me, and could see, smell, and even feel.

Once, when there was a sports competition for elementary school students in the city, the physical education teacher selected a few students in our class, but I was weak in sports, so I was not selected. He's an athlete, needless to say, on the list. At that time, I was very lost, my heart was sour, and I had the urge to cry. I sat in silence in the classroom, not saying a word. Because if I'm selected, I can run with him every morning and go to races together. He sat next to me and said to himself, "Alas, I want to sleep a little more when I wake up so early every day to run!" "The training began, I was sitting in the classroom reading and writing, but my mind was running on the playground with his posture, he was pulling my gaze and disturbing my thoughts, and I knew how much I wanted to be with him all the time.

I still vividly remember one morning I secretly got up early and came to the road behind my house to wait for them, wanting to run with them. It was late spring and early summer, and the morning air was still very cold. I was wearing a thin sweatshirt, and I felt the cold hit people, and because I didn't dare to greet them beforehand, I couldn't see them left and right, so I had no choice but to go back. Later, I was embarrassed to tell him about it (I later accidentally learned that they ran in the opposite direction that day). It's just that I often reverie about running with him, and then let myself stay in the ethereal dream for a long time and don't want to wake up.

The days passed quickly, and we got along neither well nor badly. Sometimes I would quarrel and quarrel, I remember that he would always stop in moderation, and I naturally couldn't sing this one-man show; Sometimes we play table tennis together, but I am not as good as others but competitive, and he will also let me do what he likes, and they know each other; When the teacher kept the students who failed the test after school and let me take care of them, he was the most honest and "punished", quietly completing the exercises that should be done, and not taking the opportunity of the teacher to go home and embarrass me. In general, we were the best boys and girls in the class to share the table, and of course the other students talked about it. When others tease us, he blushes like a ripe shrimp, but he is not in a hurry to clarify the facts or teach the other person a lesson like other boys. On the surface, I also looked innocent or inexplicable, but in my heart I was overjoyed.

When we got to junior high school, we were still in the same school, but we weren't in the same class anymore. At this time, the competition between classmates was much fiercer, and the homework was increased, and we had a lot less time to play, and it was difficult for us to have the opportunity to play together again, and he would not go far to pick up my homework. Many of our classmates from the same village would go to school and go home together, and only then could we get together for a longer period of time, but we found that we were speechless. It's just that the light in his eyes, which once intoxicated me, is still so flickering and dazzling.

The years have been silent, and we have gradually grown up and understood things a little more. We each have more new friends, set up our own ideals and ambitions, and the hazy emotions between each other when we were children have gradually broken into butterflies and fluttered in the wind. The passage of time has slowly alienated us. In my spare time, I still think of those shining eyes and sparkling light, and I wonder if he will also think of me who used to be at the same table with him as I am?

After graduating from junior high school, I went to a technical secondary school, and he went with his uncle, who held an important position in a certain military region. I was very relieved to hear this, and I wish him a safe and happy life. I was faintly worried about him, could he, who was more pampered, adapt to the hard life there?

It's been several years now, and I haven't seen him for nearly five years, and I've lost news of him. Although our home is close at hand, I would rather bury the shallow concern in my heart out of the reserve and shyness of a girl. Now that I recall his description, it's blurry. Alas! Where are you at the same table now? Do you remember me who passed me in your upbringing?

"Tomorrow will you remember, the diary you wrote yesterday, tomorrow will you remember the most crying you. The teachers can't remember you anymore, I can't guess the problem, I also happened to flip through the photos, only to think of you at the same table, who married the sentimental you, who read your diary, who put your long hair up, who made you a wedding dress. Lala......

"You used to be very careful and asked me to borrow half an eraser, and you also accidentally mentioned that you like to be with me. At that time, the sky was always very blue, the days were always too slow, and you always said that graduation was far away, and in the blink of an eye, they went their separate ways. Whoever meets you who is sentimental, who comforts you who love to cry, who reads the letter I wrote to you, who throws it in the wind.

The old days are gone, and I will have my wife, and I will show her pictures and tell her about you at the same table. Who married you who was sentimental, who comforted you who cried, who curled up your long hair, who made you a wedding dress. Lala......"

In a trance, the old song "You at the Same Table" seems to float in the distance, frank and emotional, sad and melancholy. You at the same table, you from afar, are you singing for me? Do you remember that hazy emotion, do you remember that I was by your side?