The last semester of the third year of junior high school has just begun, and the whole grade is filled with the sadness of parting. Everyone began to write classmates one after another.

A lot of crushes come to the surface at this time.

Although I am not usually very active in the class, there are a few people who ask me to write, but I really don't have much to write.

At that time, there was no landline at home, only my mother had a PHS, and I couldn't remember her number.

I didn't have QQ either, and many of my classmates would secretly go to Internet cafes in junior high school, but I was actually quite well-behaved, and I didn't go to an Internet café before I was 18 years old. At most, when my cousin helped me download the song to mp3, I went in and got it after downloading.

For this reason, I was also despised by E, saying that parting with me was like saying goodbye, and I couldn't get in touch if I wanted to contact him in the future. Although she said so, she still wrote down her home phone and QQ in my notebook, and hugged me sadly and said a lot of parting wishes and so on.

It's like we're going to say goodbye tomorrow.

My cousin came to pick me up from school that day and went to his house for dinner, and my aunt's family loved me very much.

I remember that I should have been about five or six years old, and my cousin also lived with my grandparents for a while, but later because my cousin was too naughty and my grandmother couldn't resist it, my aunt had to come back and discipline it personally.

My uncle opened a small restaurant in City A and bought a house, and my aunt accompanied my cousin to school in his hometown, wanting to let him go to college by himself after he finished the college entrance examination.

My cousin is a representative of a rebellious youth, and he fights at two ends for three days, but he is very good to me. He would go to the Internet café to help me update the mp3 playlist, and often gave me some small gifts.

My aunt's house is just two blocks away from the school, and I often go to eat. Most of the time, I don't want to go home because I have a conflict with my mother. At that time, I didn't know why we had so many conflicts, I used to think that she just didn't like me. I always wrote diagonally, and she would speak once she looked at it, and then I locked myself in my room and did my homework. I didn't know how to use chopsticks before, I always ate with a spoon, and she insisted on forcing me to use chopsticks. She always has to keep chattering about some small details of life, and I am always dissatisfied, cold-ward, and finally compromised.

But that resentment has always been suppressed in my heart, separated by a wall.

After dinner, my aunt asked me which school I wanted to go to in high school.

I also never thought about it, and with my grades, even if I worked hard in the last semester, I might not be able to get into a good high school.

"At the beginning of the year, your parents said that one person would raise you for three years to accompany you to graduate from high school, and you will be able to be independent by yourself when you go to college. But your dad is now remarried, you know, the woman he married I have seen very powerful, and he also brought a son, a few years younger than you, my aunt is afraid that you will be bullied in the past, and when the time comes, my aunt will not be able to help you" My aunt held my hand with a distressed face.

"I haven't thought about it yet," he said, not knowing what to say for a while. My aunt has always treated me like a daughter.

"Then you think about it, if you want to live with your father, go there."

"Can't I live with my mom all the time?" Although my mother and I often had some small conflicts, and we had cold wars from time to time, she often hid and cried alone. I will reflect on myself again. Actually, we just don't know each other well enough, and I don't think it will be like this after a long time.

"At the beginning, my aunt knew that it was cruel to let you leave your mother, but your mother is still young, don't you want her to find another good person to marry? You will grow up one day, and then leave her, at that time she was alone, how pitiful, we were a good child who was sensible at the beginning, you can rest assured, my aunt will love you like a mother. My aunt burst into tears as she spoke.

"Okay, my pretty aunt, don't cry, I'll think about it." I comforted her.

My cousin said to take me home, but he would go home too quickly on a motorcycle, and I needed to calm down, so I told him that I could just take the bus. When I left, my cousin gave me a classmate directory: "A person who confessed to me gave it to me, our senior year of high school is now popular to write this, your cousin I am uninhibited and indulgent and love freedom, this is left to you little girls who always love to tie up." ”

I accepted it, but I don't really have many friends to write to.

As soon as I got on the bus, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing out, and my aunt's words kept lingering in my ears, and at that moment I felt that I was a superfluous burden in this world. The more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became, and tears poured out like a faucet.

Until a tissue is handed to you: "Thank you!" "I didn't look up, I just soaked up my sad world.

"Where are you going?" He handed another tissue and asked.

"Go home," I replied with a snot in my nose.

"Then you seem to be sitting on the other side"

When I heard this, I immediately turned my head and saw him sitting next to him. A little panicked, but I couldn't relax.

An Luo broke the silence: "Let's go down together at the next stop, I've also sat on two stops." ”

"Oh, yes" I still don't know how to feel at the moment.

After getting off the bus, we went to the opposite side and got back on the bus.

"Where is your house?" An Luo asked.

"xxx station"

"I'll send you back, you don't seem to be in a very good mood, I'm afraid that if you sit on the station again, you won't be able to go home tonight"

"It's okay, I can do it myself"

Even so he sent me home, and that was the first time I cried in front of him, and I rarely cried, but I didn't like to cry.

But he said that when I cried, it was very cute. It can stimulate his desire to protect.

Otherwise, many times he feels that I don't need to be protected, and other girls will be coquettish and ask my boyfriend to twist the bottle cap, and I can change the bottled water for the water dispenser at home by myself.

I'm not usually the kind of girl who is soft and weak, and I'm not very good at being coquettish, and every time I coquettish with him, there must be something, although he knows it, but it's still tried and tried.

I calmed down downstairs for a while before going upstairs.

When I came home, I saw my mother changing the gas battery in the kitchen, and she looked a little struggling because it was too tightly screwed. I remembered what my aunt said, yes, my mother is still young, and when I am old, what will she do if I am not by her side?

"Mom, I'll help you" I put down my bag and ran to my mother.

"No need, mom will change the battery, I made you soup, do you want to drink a bowl?"

"Okay, what soup?"

"Did you eat too early at my aunt's house, are you hungry?"

"No, I'm not hungry, but I get hungry when I smell my mother's soup."

"You, this dog's nose is really smart, today is your favorite corn rib soup, go do your homework, I'll bring it to you later."

"Okay, thank you Mom, for your hard work!"

By the time my mom came to call me for soup, I had already finished my homework. It turned out that she was cooking for me again. It looks like it's all freshly made, and if I don't come back tonight, she'll eat leftovers again, or cook some noodles and make porridge or something. But whenever I said I was hungry, she would cook for me, and she would never give up.

When I think about it, I can't help but cry.

Mom was a little overwhelmed and asked, "What's wrong?" How did you cry and get bullied at school? ”

"No one bullied me"

"Then why are you crying?"

"Mom, didn't you agree with your father to stay with me for three years, but now it's almost there. What will become of us in the future? ”

"Do you miss Daddy? In the past, I wanted you to live with me for a while, and then live with your father for a while, and finally you decided who to live with in the future, and we were all sorry for you, so you didn't want to decide your life and future for you. The living conditions will definitely be slightly better with your father, but now that he has a family and has children, his mother is a little worried. But I can't tie you to me, you have the right to enjoy father's love, although Mom and Dad don't love each other anymore, we both love you in our own way. ”

"I hope that my mother will also have her own family, just like I can run to my aunt's house after I am angry with you, I hope that my mother also has someone to confide in and spoil."

"Silly boy, why do you have so many things in your little head?"

Mom came and took me in her arms and stroked my head, it was the first time I hugged her. It is a warm taste.

It wasn't until two weeks later that An Luo came to see me that my cousin had sent my classmate to his place that day.

I still remember the day he sent me home, I must have been ugly crying like that, and I've been embarrassed to face him lately. I have long forgotten about my classmates. It should be that he has been helping me hold it when I got in the car, I am forgetful, which is normal. But he sent me to the gate of the community, shouldn't he forget to give it to me?

I kept asking him if he did it on purpose, but he wouldn't admit it. He also said that he only remembered it when he suddenly saw it after two weeks at home.

But the first page of his classmates' directory when he gave it to me was his message. I suspect he's been struggling with whether or not to write on his own for two weeks.

I really didn't expect him to fill in every piece of information in the class directory carefully. It turns out that his dream is to paint, and his favorite singer is Jay Chou............

I read his message carefully, like reading a poem. The focus of the circle has been appreciated again and again.

It's just that the whole book of classmates is filled by him except for the first page, and all the rest are drawn, but it's not a complete picture. Not a single page is complete. I don't understand what I painted, but I also want to ask classmate E and Su Mu to write one for me, so forget it. It's a memory that belongs to me and him. It's also very beautiful.