Because I was late for half a cup of tea in the last calligraphy class, my husband left me twice as much homework than usual, and what I remember the most is that during that time, I would stay in the classroom after school to finish the homework left by the teacher that day, and then I would wait with Jiang Li to wait for the old horse to come and pick us up, because Jiang Li was going to high school immediately, and he had to stay after school to make up for an English class. When I got home, I was in the study except for the time to eat and sleep.

I remember it was about a Friday in the second semester of 6th grade, it was raining heavily, school was leaving earlier than usual, I went home to change my clothes and practice calligraphy in the study, it was not yet 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not dark yet, only the azure washed water, which seemed a little foggy.

Jiang Li walked to the study and told me that someone was looking for me, and this person was none other than An Jiashu.

For a long time afterward, I was separated from Mr. Ann, I was in England, and he was on the other side of the Atlantic, in the United States, and I always thought of him, and then from the first time we met as children until we graduated from high school, to the day before I left the country.

I was thinking that it was the first time we'd seen each other since we met. In the days that are repeated every day, in the teacher's school where I don't look up and don't look down, in the memory of that long time ago, that was the first time I can remember the appearance of An Jiashu most clearly, and this fragment will not be biased countless times.

Except for the day my grandmother was taken to the hospital for surgery, except for the day of my grandmother's funeral, it seemed to be the first time I looked at him so seriously, so that I can't forget the scene at that time.

An Jiashu is here to send me a homework book, my homework book.

It was raining outside, and he came with an umbrella, but he still got wet. He wore a green denim jacket, which kept him out of most of the cold, because the fabric of the dress was a dark and light color. His hair was also wet, and it was covered with rain, and it flowed down his eyebrows, his eyelashes, and his back to the light that came in from the outside, and his dark eyebrows, his dark eyes, his skin without the slightest blood, but his lips were dazzlingly red.

He stood in the doorway and didn't come in, because the trouser cuffs were wet, because the shoes were wet, and the umbrella that was placed next to the door was also wet, seeping water on the floor tiles.

An Jiashu said, I'm here to return your homework book, I accidentally fell asleep when I copied it, and woke up to find that you were gone.

I looked at the homework book in his hand and was stunned for a moment before I took it, because I had not yet invited him in, but he resolutely refused.

The notebook is back in my hand.,He said I'm sorry.,I've wet your notebook a bit.。

I just remember shaking my head violently and saying it was okay. I forgot about him, forgot that he stayed in the classroom to do his homework, and I didn't know that he fell asleep. And this poor little boy, I know how lonely he is, and although I have no responsibility or obligation to care for him, there is always a sense of guilt that I left him.

He was about to leave after finishing his homework, and his mother was asking who was coming over and why he didn't invite someone in.

I said, "Wait. ”

I found him a handkerchief: "Take it and wipe your face." ”

He didn't speak, he didn't reach out to take it, but his eyes didn't blink, and his gaze moved from the handkerchief to mine, and he could be dull and stubborn.

"Then I'll wipe it for you."

In fact, the ink on his hand is still dry, and the handkerchief has a black thumb print, and the book is also, a black handprint, a wet handprint. It doesn't matter, because I really remember his slow reaction, and his movements are not gentle, making a mess of the bangs in front of him, and I can't help laughing at the end.

He kept dodging, and it was about two seconds, three seconds, before he took a step back and grabbed my wrist.

An Jiashu frowned and kept looking at me, that kind of look, from faint unhappiness to no other feelings, reminded me of watching "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" in my spare time, Zhang Wuji bit Zhao Min's arm at this time.

An Jiashu's eyes were just like those described in the book, as if he would bite me in the next second, but he didn't in the end.

He said, "I don't need you to wipe it, I can do it myself." He quickly removed the handkerchief from my hand and left.

Although I was not as smart as Jiang Li when I was in elementary school, I was also a good student who excelled in all my homework, but An Jiashu's grades were not so good-looking, because he hadn't come to class a few times before, and his homework was a big step behind compared to the ordinary middle and lower students in the class.

After school, I stayed to do my homework, and An Jiashu would also stay to make up for the missing homework.

I don't know when I first noticed him, maybe he was there later, maybe he was there before me, but I only noticed him.

One of our seats was in the third position in the second row of the entrance, and the other was in the last position by the window in the last row, and he was always very quiet when he lowered his head to write homework or read his textbook, as if he would always keep a constant movement, only occasionally wiping the sweat from the tip of his nose with his hand.

At that time, the school would cut off the power supply in the classrooms at 5 p.m., and without air conditioning, the classrooms were hell on earth. Fortunately, when all the windows are open, the wind will blow in.

Outside the classroom, there was a lush magnolia, and when the wind came, the wide leaves, the dark green and dark brown pages tumbled up and down, left and right, and the sound of flapping together was louder than the sound of the two of us flipping through the books.

In the sound of the wind, the sound of leaves, and the sound of flipping books, there was suddenly a sound of "Aqiu" sneezing. At this moment, both of them were stunned.

I looked back, and An Jiashu pinched his nose with his hand, shook his head, and then saw me too.

He caught a cold, the reason for the rain last time, a severe cold, but he still insisted on making up homework and homework here, just like the first impression, stubborn donkey temper.

Jiang was late from class that day, and it was he who said to An Jiashu: Child, you go with us.

I thought An Jiashu would refuse, but he nodded slowly and agreed.

I think maybe Jiang Li had helped An Jiashu and his grandmother, so he was reluctant to refuse his request, maybe An Jiashu also realized that Jiang Li's aura was really strong in front of children, not only me, but also the classmates in our class who had seen my brother felt the same way, so he couldn't refuse him.

An Jiashu and I probably became familiar with each other during this time, because his math and Chinese are not very good, so he always borrowed my homework to correct mistakes after doing his homework, sometimes he would come to me if he didn't understand something, and sometimes I checked his mistakes for him, and then tutored him in this part of the knowledge.

I feel that I found a sense of self-satisfied vanity and superiority in An Jiashu, which is completely different from the feeling in front of Jiang Li and in front of Mr., both of them are too good, and I always have a feeling that I can't be surpassed by them, which makes me feel inferiority occasionally. But An Jiashu is different, I am better than him, and I also teach him spelling, arithmetic, and how to write long and short sentences.

However, I didn't always have this sense of superiority in front of An Jiashu, because it didn't take long for me to find out that An Jiashu was actually very smart, he remembered things very quickly, and he remembered the knowledge points I had told him as long as I told him. He is also very responsive, has strong logical reasoning skills, and can draw inferences from an arithmetic problem.

However, even though I realized that he had a very smart brain, I did not feel jealous and alienated him, I was sincerely happy for him, and I thought that I made him discover his learning ability and slowly turned him from a poor student to a good student. As for me, my grades are still the first in our class, with perfect marks in mathematics, Chinese and science, and excellent in music and physical education, far ahead of the good students in the class, and I have no fear.

In Year 3, we added a new subject, English, which was a nightmare for many of us in our class, including most of the students with good grades, of course...... Including me. Although I thought I had a good talent for languages, I still had a headache for this class, because for the first time, I felt that studying was actually a difficult task for me, which was a serious blow to my competitiveness and conceit.

An Jiashu is different from me, math and Chinese are only above average, but English is the best in our class, even I have to fall behind him by a few points.

I felt that I was struggling to study the course, and An Jiashu seemed to easily get better grades than me, and to be honest, I couldn't help but make me jealous of him.

At that time, I still had the habit of staying after school to do my homework, and so did An Jiashu, he was still the same as before, if he encountered any difficult problems, he would wait until I finished and came to ask me, but I was jealous of him at that time, and I couldn't help but be a little angry with him, so I ignored him. After a few times, An Jiashu seemed to know that I was a little dissatisfied with him, and gradually he asked less questions, so he pondered there by himself.

For a week, we both got along a little awkwardly, and I always finished my homework early and left, without waiting for him to finish it. Although since Jiang Li invited An Jiashu to take our hitchhike home, An Jiashu has never taken our car home together, but every time we go downstairs together, he always waits for our car to drive away before leaving. And that week, every time I went downstairs by myself, I couldn't see him standing on the side of the road when I got in the car, and I suddenly felt empty in my heart, and I was a little sad.

I don't know how to end the cold war between us, and I don't even talk to An Jiashu less and less, but I'm also afraid that An Jiashu really ignores me. This kind of ambivalence has always bothered me, and even Jiang Li knew that I was in a very bad mood for a while. He asked me why I hadn't seen An Jiashu recently, and if I had a quarrel with him. I really don't know what to say because I don't want to tell the real reason.

I didn't want to pay attention to An Jiashu, but I also hoped that he would take the initiative to come and talk to me, even if it was just a word, but he didn't, I was disappointed, and I was disappointed in myself. Until one day, I was immersed in writing words silently, and suddenly An Jiashu walked over from his seat. I thought he must have really encountered a problem that he couldn't understand, but what he gave me was a correction book, which was full of words that I had misspelled in my English practice in the past few times.

An Jiashu helped me correct these misspelled words, as well as the sentences that were used upside down, and then he marked the phonetic transcription and Chinese pinyin with a red pen, which is his own original pinyin phonetic transcription method.

An Jiashu told me that to learn English to memorize words, you should not only rely on your brain to memorize, but also listen with your ears, to listen to the pronunciation of each word, the number of vowels, the number of consonants, the difference between unit sounds, diphthongs, clear consonants, voiced consonants, and the position of pronunciation. He also told me that he had a knack for learning English, which was that every night he would go back and listen to English tapes.

The tape recorder was bought for him by his aunt, and it was the same as the teacher's class, and An Jiashu took me to his house to see it, and that day we listened to the listening in the classroom practice class together, and the sound quality was better than that used by the teacher in class, and I also asked my father to buy one for me.

I finally have my own tape recorder. After dinner, An Jiashu called me, and I secretly took the phone to my room, put the microphone in front of the speaker of the tape recorder, and let him listen.

An Jiashu said, He Xi, we can listen to English together.

Because of the novelty of the tape recorder, we often met after school to listen to English tapes, sometimes with his tape recorder, sometimes with mine, and we got on the phone and moved the landline back to our room, one listening to the tape recorder and the other listening to the telephone receiver. On weekends, we listened to English songs, Russian children's songs that we didn't understand, and we also listened to the stories we bought in video stores, and later we also used them to listen to Jacky Cheung's albums.

An's method of learning English made me feel less struggling with this class, and after I understood the phonetic composition and pronunciation skills of those English words, my listening and speaking improved by leaps and bounds. Two months later, I passed the final exam with perfect marks in all three main subjects: Mathematics, Chinese, and English. By the second half of the year, we were really in the fourth grade.

Later, I went to study in the UK to learn authentic British English pronunciation, and when I began to learn my second foreign language, French, I also used this method to quickly master oral pronunciation, improve my memory of words and grammar, and master reading comprehension.

Mr. Ann has been in the United States for more than 8 years, and he has learned to be fluent in American pronunciation, which is very different from my British English in daily use, but in the end, we did not change our pronunciation and intonation, only made some jokes about the use of certain words, but we use our native language in daily communication, so this does not affect our daily life much.

We settled in Vancouver after we got married, and once Mr. Ann returned home from a business trip and came back with all the tape recorders that we both used when we were children. The tape recorder is already an antique, we bought a few boxes of audio tapes online for audition, and it can still be used, but the effect is very bad, the volume is low, and there are a lot of impurities.

Then we put the two radios away and put them in the handy old storage room in our cloakroom, where they were filled with old things we had used and preserved, my old books, old toys, old hats, letters I had written to him, and the letters and postcards I had received from others over the years. His old books, old textbooks, old gadgets and old shoes.

There are so many useless things in the old stuff storage room, but it also carries a lot of memories we have in common, and memories of us missing each other. Mr. Ann and I decided to get such a storage room, and we made a list of the items we planned to put in in advance. Mr. Ann wrote and suddenly laughed.

I asked him, what's wrong?

He said that it is hard to imagine that more than half of these things are related to me.

I smiled and said, "If you want to imagine it, wait until seventy or eighty years later."

In a lifetime, there will be a few people who can accompany you from ignorant youth to the end of your life.