"Tablemate" is a word with a youthful and romantic flavor in your student days, and the mention of anyone who you mention seems to touch Aladdin's spell and push you into the torrent of memories.

Today, I was going to study on my own, but I accidentally saw a QQ message. It doesn't matter what the content is, what matters is that it comes from a table mate of my long-lost senior in high school. So for a while, an inexplicable emotion made me want to buy a cup of Yoremi to sigh about you at the same table in those years and the 38th line that has disappeared in those years.

In my memory, the original concept of the same table and the 38th parallel originated from the tragic experience of sitting with the female head of the same class in the sixth grade. I don't have much memory of the years before this, but the theme is unusually clear, happy and beautiful. So I still remember this female squad leader who led me to a tragic childhood.

Her surname is Shen, she has long hair, she usually likes to wear a pair of glasses in class, and she always likes to take them off after class, because of myopia, her eyes are always squinted. She was the goddess of all the boys in our class at that time. Of course, that includes me. So at first, I heard that I wanted to sit with her, and there was a feeling of happiness knocking on the door. But then I realized that the sea before the storm is always gentle and beautiful. Here I will first explain the meaning of "38 lines", "38 lines" is the line drawn by 38. It's a concise vocabulary with characters, actions, images, and plots. Most of the people who draw this line are women, and they are very fierce, with a clear sense of territory, the two men are generally good friends and seem to be close to each other, and the two women occasionally appear in the 38 line, but when a man and a woman are in this line, it is related to world peace and the security of people's property.

I hated this straight line, and I had been mercilessly baptized in both soul and body. So much so that when I take a shower today, I always feel that my arm still has the pencil marks that were painted because of crossing the line, and the affectionate kiss marks of the compass, a tool for mischievous drawing. I don't want to say anything more here. Because that's not something that can be explained by a kind of sadness. It's just that in those years, the 38th line was first drawn with a pencil, then a ballpoint pen, then a fountain pen, and finally a knife. The last time the knife was cut, I stood for a class because of damage to public property。。。。。。。

When I was in junior high school, the 38th parallel became an old antique from the virgin era and retired with honor. My table mates have also become both male and female. But they have similar attributes and like to confide in me. Think about it, at that time, if my smart brain flashed an arc and opened a psychological counseling room, the business might be hot now, and I wouldn't have to go to self-study. Ay! When the flowers bloom again, people are no longer young.

Finally, this long-lost tablemate from high school, she is a girl. He has yellowish-looking hair and a pair of light brown pupils that look like they're smiling at you from any direction. The most distinctive thing is the two tiger teeth when she smiles, which is very gratifying.

She is the most bizarre girl I have ever seen, and there was no such thing as a female man at that time, so we unanimously rated her as wonderful. She is also the only girl I see eyelashes often blown into my eyes, a girl who plays Fast and Furious without an umbrella and drives an eighty-mile electric car, or the first girl who wants to deceive me and show off her literary talent in front of me when she copies Wang Leehom's lyrics. It's such a strange thing that has become my tablemate. However, I was at the same table with her for a short time, because I was only a few months old in my junior year of high school, and I took a break from school due to illness and never saw her again. So much so that now I can't even forget what her name is. It's a blank and a pity.

But she certainly didn't know that when I returned to my senior year of high school again a year later, she became the reddish fill color I can remember. Maybe many people have not had such an experience, in a familiar small city, I am familiar with the streets, familiar with the buildings, familiar with the micro lake here. But I changed my appearance, and everyone I knew was gone. I saw a familiar world, but it was empty. I have no proof of existence, I have lost my memory of everything I have, who am I in the vacuum of time and space? It has become a paradox that can never be explained.

As a result, reminiscence became a compulsory course, and it was impossible to quit it. And that strange train chasing me north appears in my mind from time to time

Thank you for your presence at this point, thank you for your appearance, let me have a past that I can recall, let me have a great memory. It's a kind of life luck, and some people may never meet you in their lives. And we were chosen by God to meet, thanks to those at the same table。。。。。。。。。