This year, in late winter and early spring, it rained for a long time, like pine needles, for several months. The mood fell to a low point, and the semester of high school started, and it was only a few days later.

In my life, although it has only been more than ten years, I have always been obsessed with one thing, that is, waiting for someone who has not returned for many years.

He, who grew up with me since childhood, can be said to be childhood sweethearts.

In kindergarten, I was told by my mother, "If anyone bullies Sangsang, Sangsang must find that little brother, okay?" At that time, I blinked and looked at him standing aside with his schoolbag, at that time I only felt that he was shrouded in a "not amiable" momentum, of course, at that time I didn't know what "amiable" meant, just in the blink of an eye, I was scared to cry, the cry was very loud, my mother quickly squatted down to comfort me, I still kept crying. "Don't cry, this is for you." He touched my head with his small palm, and with the other hand he handed over a chinchilla, a silly chinchilla, the kind that giggled and showed big teeth, and my eyes immediately shifted to Totoro, took Totoro, looked at the silly Totoro, and smiled happily himself, although there were still snot and tears on his face at that time.

In elementary school, as I grew older, I knew more words, I learned to write his name, just learned to write at that time, I wrote a full piece of paper, all his name, happily brought it to him, hoping to get his praise, who knew that he just "oh" and then there was no follow-up, I was so angry that I threw the paper on the ground and ran away, ignoring him for several days.

There's no way, the girl's mind, the boy just doesn't understand.

On the last Children's Day in my life, the school organized a program, and I took the initiative to sign up. I want him to remember our elementary school days forever, and I want him to see how beautiful I looked. For this, I received leg press splits every day. But when I think of him, I always have a reason to persevere. After all, I'm not a professional, and I should have endured more than others.

The dance program ended quickly, and so did the six-year period. I think I can say goodbye with a smile from my elementary school days, and yes, the six years with him have been forgotten by everyone.

The junior high school years were dark for me, and he only stayed with me, about half a year. For the sixth year of elementary school, I really scoffed. No one knows how many times I cried alone in the bed, and I don't know. As for why I cried, then I had to point the question to him why he had only been with me for half a year.

His mother is back, a woman with heavy makeup, a woman with a lot of charm, and a woman with a hot temper.

One, a woman named Wu Qiaoqiao.

She took him away from his grandmother. I was holding his hand stubbornly, not wanting him to go, crying hysterically, his expression was joyless and carefree, and he whispered in my ear, "I will definitely come back, remember to wait for me" Hearing him say this, but I still wouldn't let go, this kind of scene was like life and death parting for me.

"Why don't you listen?!" His mother shook off me and took his hand, took advantage of the situation and pushed me, due to the unstable center of gravity, I planted my head in the pile of red bricks next to me, and instantly felt a warm liquid flowing down my face, I saw, he was very nervous, but helpless, I gave him a smile, although I knew, it should be ugly. He was stuffed into the expensive-looking car by Wu Qiaoqiao, and then, throwing a wad of money out of the car, casually dropped, "Take that child to the hospital to see, don't hurt your brain and lie on my head at that time!" Then, the dust is kicked away.

His grandmother just wept silently, pulled me up, gently patted the dust off my body, and let the red money on the ground sway.

Later, I learned from his grandmother that his life experience. In fact, before he was born, his mother divorced his father, in order to keep his son by his side forever, his father lied to his mother that the child died at birth, and his mother divorced during pregnancy, and because she had no job at the time and couldn't afford to raise a child, she just said "It's good to die, it's also a sin to live." "In this way, time ran non-stop for several years, and his father had an accident while working outside the home and passed away, which I know, so he was taken care of by his grandmother when he was eight years old. Paper, after all, couldn't contain the fire, a few years later, his mother knew about his existence and insisted on taking him away, just like that, he and his mother went to Australia.

It's been three years, I've waited for three years, and I won't forget you, Cen Li.