An Hao said: "My first lover, my first lover, to be exact, she fell in love with me first.

If you want to say my feelings for her, the greatest thing is pity.

The first time I felt compassion was when I graduated from junior high school and was admitted to high school.

We had a strict system for the high school entrance examination, first of all, the class teacher and the subject teacher recommended together, five places in a class, the target was cadres, military martyrs' families, teachers' children and children of poor middle peasant representatives, under the age of 18 (subject to registration), and then the results.

His grades and composition were in line with it, and the age problem turned her away, and she cried when she heard the news.

The first time I saw her crying, she didn't make a sound, and secretly washed her face with tears.

Seeing her sad appearance, I also had an indescribable feeling in my heart, and I felt deeply sorry for her.

I passed the political examination, passed the physical examination, and finally took the literary examination, the kind of single person and single table (the original half-term semester exams were all open books), and three teachers invigilated the exam.

I was accepted.

Although I was admitted, I still couldn't be happy, because the shadow of her not being able to be admitted to high school with me and the sad feelings for him suppressed me, after all, my grades were closely related to her to a certain extent, and without her, my grades might not have passed.

She was my tablemate.

Our homeroom teacher is a math teacher, after graduating from primary school, I went home to work for a year, the school and the brigade recommended to go to junior high school, the butt is not yet hot, the homeroom teacher does a thorough exam, and there is a math problem that is one-half plus one-third I directly got two-fifths.

My mother, after the test paper was changed and commented, I realized that there was a big joke, and I was knocked on the brick twice by the homeroom teacher.

This was the first time I failed the exam I enrolled, and the biggest shame in my life made me unable to hold my head up for a long time.

I saw that the homeroom teacher had a long talk with her, and when she returned to the classroom, she asked me to share a table with her.

Oh my God, the children in the countryside are so old, and since elementary school there have never been boys and girls sitting at the same table, and boys are laughed at when they sit next to girls.

When the teacher called me to go to her, my face turned red, probably redder than red paper, because I felt that my face was hot and hot.

How about her, I didn't dare to look.

We weren't very tall, we sat at the first table in a row against the wall, I leaned against the wall, she leaned against the alleyway, and every time I was late, it was the rules and regulations to let her stand in the alleyway first before I went to the table.

I don't know if she wanted to or not, she leaned to a corner of the table, and only gave me a small gap, I couldn't get in, and if I did, I had to stick to her body.

My God, how dare you, isn't it risking the world's condemnation? Those boys make fun of me all the time.

I had no choice but to shove my bag under my desk and turn over the desk to my seat.

She's so angry.

Although we did not clearly draw the "38th parallel", there was a secret boundary that could not be crossed.

When I was doing my homework, she took the initiative to discuss it with me.

Actually, I didn't want to talk to him, because those topics were not in my eyes.

It's not blowing, when I was in elementary school, I was the first in my class in every exam, and I handed in the papers in less than an hour in several unit exams in junior high school, and I also ranked first, and no one could shake it.

But he often makes the mistake of carelessness, and this carelessness also comes from pride and self-confidence, and he thinks that he is firmly on Mount Tai.

I once scored 99 points in the math unit test, quite proud, I had never scored such a high score, I stared at her test paper, and a big "100! face" in the upper right corner was clouded, which made me feel embarrassed and looked at the window sullenly.

I think you're doing something wrong? Instead, she warmly crossed the invisible "38 line", took my scroll and compared it with hers, and then pointed to my mistake and said, "Look, you got this last symbol wrong."

This time, it was a great humiliation for me, and every time I did my homework in the future, she had to supervise me or help me check it carefully before letting me hand it in, because she was the team leader.

Time can grind the skin the most, and I have no scruples to communicate and discuss with her in the future, she is like a sister, and I am her younger brother.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, she quietly handed me two zongzi, I took it to the homeroom teacher's bedroom and office to eat, fragrant, sweet, that feeling is indescribable, so that many boys envy.

I saw through the window lattice that there were also a few of the same rice dumplings on the teacher's desk, could it be that she gave them too? She has all kinds of fruits at home, and when they are ripe, she often picks some for me, and asks me to come to her house to pick them.

The wall between us was invisibly torn apart, and every time I communicated and discussed homework with her, it was unrestrained and relaxed.

I leaned close to her, her soap-scented hair fluttering on my face, crispy and itchy, the thin fine shirt revealing her white skin, and the torrent surging in my heart, and her breathing was extremely abnormal.

Two years have passed in a flash.

After graduating from junior high school, I once wrote her a long letter of tens of thousands of words, a bit of a love kind, but there was no response.

The second pity was when I saw her selling haberdashery on the street after I graduated from high school.

I haven't seen her for two years, and I have gradually forgotten it, but when I saw her suddenly, I evoked that good memory and regained that emotion.

She was much thinner, her hair was unkempt, her clothes were not so decent, she was like my first lover my first lover, to be exact, she fell in love with me first.

If you want to say my feelings for her, the greatest thing is pity.

The first time I felt compassion was when I graduated from junior high school and was admitted to high school.

We had a strict system for the high school entrance examination, first of all, the class teacher and the subject teacher recommended together, five places in a class, the target was cadres, military martyrs' families, teachers' children and children of poor middle peasant representatives, under the age of 18 (subject to registration), and then the results.

His grades and composition were in line with it, and the age problem turned her away, and she cried when she heard the news.

The first time I saw her crying, she didn't make a sound, and secretly washed her face with tears.

Seeing her sad appearance, I also had an indescribable feeling in my heart, and I felt deeply sorry for her.

I passed the political examination, passed the physical examination, and finally took the literary examination, the kind of single person and single table (the original half-term semester exams were all open books), and three teachers invigilated the exam.

I was accepted.

Although I was admitted, I still couldn't be happy, because the shadow of her not being able to be admitted to high school with me and the sad feelings for him suppressed me, after all, my grades were closely related to her to a certain extent, and without her, my grades might not have passed.

She was my tablemate.

Our homeroom teacher is a math teacher, after graduating from primary school, I went home to work for a year, the school and the brigade recommended to go to junior high school, the butt is not yet hot, the homeroom teacher does a thorough exam, and there is a math problem that is one-half plus one-third I directly got two-fifths.

My mother, after the test paper was changed and commented, I realized that there was a big joke, and I was knocked on the brick twice by the homeroom teacher.

This was the first time I failed the exam I enrolled, and the biggest shame in my life made me unable to hold my head up for a long time.

I saw that the homeroom teacher had a long talk with her, and when she returned to the classroom, she asked me to share a table with her.

Oh my God, the children in the countryside are so old, and since elementary school there have never been boys and girls sitting at the same table, and boys are laughed at when they sit next to girls.

When the teacher called me to go to her, my face turned red, probably redder than red paper, because I felt that my face was hot and hot.

How about her, I didn't dare to look.

We weren't very tall, we sat at the first table in a row against the wall, I leaned against the wall, she leaned against the alleyway, and every time I was late, it was the rules and regulations to let her stand in the alleyway first before I went to the table.

I don't know if she wanted to or not, she leaned to a corner of the table, and only gave me a small gap, I couldn't get in, and if I did, I had to stick to her body.

My God, how dare you, isn't it risking the world's condemnation? Those boys make fun of me all the time.

I had no choice but to shove my bag under my desk and turn over the desk to my seat.

She's so angry.

Although we did not clearly draw the "38th parallel", there was a secret boundary that could not be crossed.

When I was doing my homework, she took the initiative to discuss it with me.

Actually, I didn't want to talk to him, because those topics were not in my eyes.

It's not blowing, when I was in elementary school, I was the first in my class in every exam, and I handed in the papers in less than an hour in several unit exams in junior high school, and I also ranked first, and no one could shake it.

But he often makes the mistake of carelessness, and this carelessness also comes from pride and self-confidence, and he thinks that he is firmly on Mount Tai.

I once scored 99 points in the math unit test, quite proud, I had never scored such a high score, I stared at her test paper, and a big "100! face" in the upper right corner was clouded, which made me feel embarrassed and looked at the window sullenly.

I think you're doing something wrong? Instead, she warmly crossed the invisible "38 line", took my scroll and compared it with hers, and then pointed to my mistake and said, "Look, you got this last symbol wrong."