"Liran......" I said to Avi. He wasn't the key character in the story, but he piqued her interest.

When I was a child, I didn't hide it, and we would hang it on our faces and tell the world that I liked it. But we don't have a good grasp of proportion, and with the naughty habits of children, liking will turn into disliking. One of the lessons that adults forget is to mislead children that children don't understand what likes are, and I believe them, so I don't know what likes are. I often misread likes, I thought he liked them, I thought he didn't like them, I thought I didn't like his likes.

I love to play with boys, and since I was a child, only boys have played with me. I hadn't even met other girls before I was in elementary school. Later, I was surrounded by all sorts of boys, occasionally mixed with a few girls. Girls are sweet, and they have to use their honey-speaking mouths to taste them; Boys are salty, and people have to consume salt every day. If a girl is too sweet, she will be greasy, and if she is not sweet, it is like chewing tree roots; The boy is too salty, and he will not be salty for a day.

Li Ran is my primary school classmate, and I am in the neighboring village, and my personality is hot and cold. Before I met him, I thought that happiness would only appear in the fragrant food served by my mother, the hippie words that popped out of my father's mouth, the transparent hem of Xun'an's clothes, and the soft and hard bubbles of my eldest brother...... To put it bluntly, my whole life revolves around my family. He was the first stranger I had on my heart, a boy, a boy who was very different from Xun'an.

He sat in the back row of me, and he was deeply aware of the wrongdoing. He was like a boss and he was calling at everyone, including me.

"Give me your homework." It has become an everyday language.

There is no difference between reading words and looking at ants, and perhaps he would rather spend his time in line behind the ants than be reluctant to sit in a chair and stare at the words without moving.

"Won't you faint?" Copying homework made him sweat profusely, watching him write made me think of drilling wood to make fire, and the flames from the tip of the pen quickly ignited the homework book, and I was worried that my homework book would also suffer. Xun'an's homework book is like a copy of the textbook, mine is a ticked exercise book, he is drawing a charm that can subdue demons and suppress ghosts.

The road in the middle separates the two villages, and you can go home with him for a while. He followed and swallowed my shadow away. Our shadows vary according to the angle of the sunset, fat and thin, short and long, but they fit together at the same frequency. Time has passed, and the imprint of these shadows on my heart is indelible.

"Let's go home together." Everyday language two.

Xun An felt that I had one more follower, and he couldn't help but follow him day after day. Strangers are not like relatives and are easy to look at. He was tired of leaving, and would walk alone on the other side of the road. Some girls in the class who are different from the road will choose to take a detour to follow Xun'an home, and at that time he is willing to come in front of me. No girl dares to stand in the way, and she doesn't even have the courage to walk with him. The way home is lively, and it takes a lot of time to walk, from the natural light in the blue sky and daytime to the bright and righteous with no fingers in sight.

Before the school was rebuilt, there was a large playground on the periphery, and a large amount of loose sand for construction was piled up on the playground, and the loose sand was piled higher and higher, and the more you stepped on it, the more solid it became, turning it into a trap minefield on the flat ground. We set traps on top of it to lure people into it, and we never tire of it.

"Annan, let's play a game."

I ignored him and continued to paint the blank squares in my art textbook with watercolor pens.

"Rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses has to jump into the trap dug by the other party." Liran asked me to play games every day.

I complained that the recess in primary school was too long, just enough time for a game. I'm so strong, I don't want him to think I'm afraid of losing, and I'm losing to him.

"Who's afraid of whom!"

Stepping on the sandy slope, we feel majestic.

"Rock-paper-scissors ......" is a game to win or lose. I had a 1 in 2 probability of losing, and I was willing to gamble and not admit defeat. I decided to run back to the classroom while he was unprepared

"You've lost, you're going to jump into the bunker!" Liran pulled me into the trap, and the legs I had just taken were back in place. The power was not enough, the inertia came to make up, and I fell into the pit.

"Liran, I hate you!" I hate you, I hate that you always make me do what I don't like, I hate that I always do what you like.

It's the person concerned, but it seems to be unaware. He scrambled to pull me out, only to drop more sand on my head. The trap was so deep that he couldn't reach my hand when he got up. I blamed him for not being as tall as a shovel, but digging a pit deep enough to bury a man alive. I just used it as a game, pulling a hole in a burying immortal ant, not as real as he was.

"Nannan, don't worry, I'll go find someone to help!"

"I hate you!" I stretched my resentment into the ground, scraping the sand in the cave to build a ladder back to the horizon. I am not a frog sitting in a well, and I am far from seeing the sky, as long as anyone who appears at the mouth of the ladder to greet me is a god who saves the poor people at the moment.

"Grab the shovel and I'll pull you out." Xun'an descended from the sky, holding a shovel.

I clung to the pliable straw, which was not torn off by my guard.

"Good thing you're here." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't play with this person in the future, okay?"

I promised that if I tossed him again, it would be a dog that spun around and bit its tail. It's not that I don't really want to be a dog, but I just find that the original intention of being tempered was to be a person.

When I slapped the mud off my body and was about to go back to the classroom, I arrived with a team of big men.

"Nannan, you're out!" He was a little out of breath, "Luckily...... I must have been looking for peace to help you up. ”

"Leave me, I don't want to play any games with you again!" I lifted the fiber bag, "Look at the difference between the two of us. ”

The two bunkers with vastly different capacities are not meant to show that I have more gas than him, but on the contrary, it only proves that the tolerance I gave him has been filled by this accident and will not be repeated.

"It's not a ...... I dug up"

I walked away without looking back, without listening to his explanation. Xun An cooperated with my footsteps and easily agreed with my decision. I listened absent-mindedly in the rest of the lesson, did not obey the teacher's command to read the text aloud together, and only thought about going home.

I didn't hear the familiar "go home together" at the end of school, and there was no shadow of me on the way home. I'm not used to it, I'm not at ease, even more uncomfortable than being familiar with a stranger. Look back at my shadow several times, shadow back several times. I dismissed the idea that he would appear, and walked steadily on the cement ridge, straight and there was no room for maneuver. The rice next to me was almost waist-high, and I was not afraid to cut my hands and grab a handful of rice, throwing them back one by one, and finally I found that there was only an empty shell left in my hand. I paused, pondering whether a seedless seed without a core should be thrown into the ditch or returned to the ground, but my shadow stood dishonestly. I looked back in surprise.

"It's me." It turned out to be Xun'an.

"Hmm...... Let's go, we're hungry. "I threw the empty rice into the water.

"Hmm." Xun'an walked back to the road, walking impartially in my direction at one o'clock. Our shadows are like two parallel lines, and I walk a few steps faster before they meet. Xun An discovered my trick, his steps were like a beating melody, and I guessed that they intersected.

"Let's compare and see who gets home first!" He ran forward, and I followed not to be outdone, and I didn't have time to look back, and my shadow was shattered in the setting sun.