I'm really fun, active, and can't sit still. The meticulous class made me uncomfortable, and the teacher called me scum, the rat poop that broke a pot of soup. I was punished for standing, standing in the back of the classroom or outside, I couldn't stand. Later, I was asked to take a horse step, which was even more embarrassing, and I might as well go to Songshan Shaolin Temple to learn kung fu. I'm messing around, yes, it's the innate wildness of living in an ordinary small village. I'm used to it, and I can be wild with anyone.

Annan was the first girl I knew at school, pretty, like the Barbie that the little girls in the neighborhood love to play. I borrowed her homework book and learned her name. My handwriting is ugly, but I will carefully draw her name one by one. I wrote her name again in my homework book. I knew she lived in a neighboring village, and the first time I went home with her, a rush of heat from my body made my face red, but luckily the shadow was too dark for her to notice. She said she had no friends, only family. I stepped forward to be their first friend.

"I've been their friend ever since!" I announce it in public.

The brothers who stand for me must stand up for them.

"Ah Li, my parents won't let me play with them!" I was advised not to get too close to them. I don't care about the gossip, I just think I'm right.

No one had ever been to their house, and I had heard that they lived in that big, striking house. I thought in my heart that it must be a fairy tale castle, and although I hadn't seen a fairy tale, I had seen a princess. Annan is indeed different from other girls I've seen, what's the difference? Nothing is the same. Her dragon and phoenix brother is sought after by the girls as a prince, and I must admit that he is more temperamental than all the boys I have ever met. Maybe it's because he doesn't like to deal with people.

No one dares to maliciously slander Annan anymore, and those who have been slandered have been tamed into pugs by me, and they have to nod their heads when they see her. I think my place in her heart must be a little different, at least not annoying anymore. But as always, she's still angry because of me. I was a little farther away from her, a little closer, and the distance between them never changed. The shadow encouraged me to get closer, and it didn't matter if it overlapped. So I stepped cautiously on the back.

Primary school is about to graduate. We slipped through the winter from the long frozen slopes, got rid of the cold and grew wildly, we swelled through the tiny shells, and said goodbye like a bamboo. The time with Annan is also counting down. I was at a loss to make up excuses to play games to trick her, as did jumping into the bunker. But I really didn't dig that hole.

"Annan, you have to believe me!"

She left with a neat gesture, and I've never gone wild so neatly. I was misunderstood by her. This is different from being misunderstood by the teacher that I can't hold up the wall in the mud, and my family misunderstands that I am the retribution of the previous life, one is that I don't want to prove it, and the other is that I can't prove it. I couldn't prove that I didn't hurt her.

Before.

"Annan, can I still play with you after graduation?" This sentence began to brew when I learned that I was about to graduate, and I said it much more easily, as if I had received her affirmative answer. I felt like I was finally able to leave elementary school and become an adult.

"Yes." Annan's glad acceptance was beautiful. I didn't suppress my joy, and took her hand and strode forward, full of energy.

Today, I met Annan again. When I said goodbye, my heart still couldn't stop beating for her.

"This is like a teenager, and he is alone." On weekdays, the captain who likes to read a few limerick poems read to me.