The Yellow Building was the campus of my junior high school, and it was also my first stop when I got out of the mountains and learned about the outside world.

It is also the most difficult source of emotion in the imprint of my youth.

More than ten years after graduating from university, I drove back to my hometown from the capital with my wife and children, and went to visit my fourth uncle who worked in the hospital in the town.

The fourth uncle is a veteran, served in the navy in his early years, and returned to his hometown after retiring from the army to be placed by the government to work in the town hospital. I was admitted from the village primary school in the mountain col to the town middle school, and I stayed at my uncle's house for a long time.

The small town in the north has a bleak and bitterly cold winter.

I parked the car at the entrance of the Fourth Uncle Hospital, and looked across the road, across the road, the yellow building was still standing, but the walls were mottled with paint, and it looked dilapidated. The Yellow Building was the junior high school campus where I studied and lived for three years when I was a teenager.

Surrounding the Yellow House along the road is a row of tall brick walls, which can still be distinguished from the yellow paint of several years ago, which has been washed white by the years.

The severed limbs and stumps that had been painted on the walls of the school are still faintly visible, but no one can read him as he really is.

The school gate at the end of the brick wall was still the same, but it was tied together by a large lock that was as rusty as the brick wall.

On the plaques of the pillars on both sides of the door, the words of a certain breeding company are impressively written, and the plaques with red characters on a white background are unusually dazzling under the illumination of the winter sun. The canteen of the low house on the side of the road was also unrecognizable, the thatch on the roof was growing haphazardly, and a cold wind blew, shivering with the rolling snow.

I walked across the street and stood frozen in the iron doorway, holding my breath and looking through the crack in the high wall at the once familiar houses and tiles, and my thoughts seemed to freeze.

"Who are you looking for?" A familiar stocky, bald old man came out of the janitor's room and drank from me.

It was supposed to be our junior high school cook, and I remember him, he was still dressed in the same swollen and greasy cotton suit as he was twenty years ago.

The old man rushed up to me and glared at me viciously, his face full of hostility.

"Oh, hello, I'm passing by, just take a look. It's okay. "Just like I can barely recognize my alma mater now, he probably wouldn't recognize me decades ago, I thought to myself.

Seeing my humble appearance, his tone softened slightly, shook the horizontal flesh on his face, and looked me up and down again, "Do you want to come in the venue?" I'll go tell my boss. ”。

"No need," I lost the courage to take another look at the campus that carried so many memories, and turned to leave.

"You, do you have smoke? Get me one. The old man called out to me.

What a familiar tone, I didn't look back, and waved at him.

"I don't smoke! No smoke. I walked back across the road and felt his gaze behind me.

"Rich man, slam the door." He muttered under his breath.

I started the car and looked up again at the once familiar Yellow Building, her tattered decorations made me feel distressed.

She was on the back of the wall along the road, and many of the windows were crumbling, and when she leaned out of them, the glass above them was not much intact; "Let's go, what else are you looking at" My wife and children were urging me.

"This yellow building is the campus of my junior high school, I just wanted to go in and have a look, I still remember the location of her corridor." I said to them.

"Well, you see, that's the location.".

Following the position of my finger, I saw that in the window of the Yellow Building, the face of a little girl with pigtails was revealed, and the red and bright reflection was reflected in the window, and the little girl was staring intently at the flow of people on the road downstairs, motionless.

What a familiar scene! The scene of the little girl reflected in the corridor window warmed my chest, and my thoughts suddenly seemed to return to the early autumn of 1990.

"Big country, don't go to junior high school in the mountains, take the joint entrance examination well, if you take the exam, I'll help you go to the middle school in the town." The promise of the fourth uncle, who had just returned from the army, was like a long-drought seedling suddenly ushering in nectar, igniting hope in my heart.

"I will definitely do well in the exam, listen to you, and I will definitely go to the town to study." I hurriedly expressed my determination to the fourth uncle, I wanted to know the world outside the col too much, the fourth uncle had been to many big cities during his time as a soldier, and every time he returned to his hometown, he often told our group of village children about the wonderful world outside, he was a hero in my mind.

Since then, I have worked harder, and finally lived up to the hope of my fourth uncle, won the first place in the township in the joint entrance examination, and also realized my first ideal in life when I walked out of the mountain pass.

In the early autumn of 1990, on a rainy afternoon, I came to the town dozens of kilometers away from my home for the first time and got to know the Yellow House for the first time. When my uncle drove his carriage and pulled my uncle and my bags along the winding mountain road to approach the Yellow Building, how happy I was!

Outside the courtyard wall of the town, I saw the building for the first time, jumped out of my uncle's carriage, and stood in the crowd of passers-by, although the clothes were ragged, but the youth was ambitious, full of longing, looking up at the Yellow Building, realizing that I would study here in the future, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world at that time! When I looked at the Yellow House and looked at her closely, she was painted beautifully in a cream-yellow cloak, protected by a tall wall of the same yellow. The iron gate was open, and the town's beautifully dressed children, carrying school bags and riding bicycles, came in and out in groups, and the houses on both sides of the gate were neatly arranged, as if even the air was filled with joy.

My uncle and I unloaded my luggage from my uncle's carriage and left it on the side of the road, and my uncle had to rush back to the village in the mountains before dark. When unloading the car, I looked up at the Yellow Building from time to time, and inadvertently, I noticed a little girl with a ponytail staring at us at the staircase window upstairs. She was wearing a red blouse, and her face was flushed, and when she noticed that I was also looking at her, the red shadow flashed, and she ducked.

Later, I learned that the girl in red's name was Ah Hong, she was in the same class as me, she lived in a village on the edge of the town, she had bright eyes, long hair, two heavy eyebrows, she liked to run, and her grades were also very good.

In the three years of junior high school, Ah Hong has always been the class president of our class, and I have been studying for three years. The two of us have been studying in the same class, and between our ignorance, Ah Hong and I have become very good friends when we were teenagers.

Ah Hong is kind-hearted and generous, she knows my family background, but she never shows a trace of disgust, on the contrary, she often brings things from home to me to eat privately, in the hungry years, Ah Hong's food always makes me feel a kind of home warmth and the power of friendship.

At that time, boys and girls still rarely communicated, the school has a strict management system, even if there are a lot of interactive activities in the class, we have many opportunities to sit together alone, Ah Hong has always been shy and introverted to me, not good at expression, I don't know if I have been assimilated, when I am together, there is very little verbal communication, always look at me tenderly, full of love and care, not good at expressing feelings, we are so similar when we are young.

However, we sometimes talk about topics of mutual interest, and occasionally we lose track of time. We will often discuss an issue, arguing with red faces; For the sake of collective honor, we will also compete with all the students in the joint class in a high-profile manner, and compete with other classes in sports competitions or joint entrance examinations.

In the three years of junior high school, there are too many good memories, but also too many regrets, time passes too quickly, we are too young, and the young ones are not qualified enough to evaluate and know each other.

However, unexpectedly, after the junior high school graduation ceremony, at the end of the show, Ah Hong shyly stopped me and stuffed me with an envelope, which was the only hot love letter I received in my junior high school career.

How cowardly and ignorant I was at that time, but if I were given a chance to do it all over again, how would I behave and react?

Do I like Ah Hong? For so many years, I have been asking myself and thinking of her, and my heart is always warm, but if I take another step, I feel that I will lose the courage to develop again. I don't even know what to do with the friendship that I started.

I like Ah Hong, the answer is yes, because close to her, I can feel the warm temperature, with her, I will feel without any restraints, once we talk about a certain topic, I can say everything, I am willing to show her everything I have, show a real me, but this feeling will tell me that the inner peace when we are together, the unreserved mutual understanding, and the fact that we can share everything with each other just opens a sad distance between us. This kind of spiritual distance can never be overcome. Therefore, I can't face her fiery emotional expression, but I can't give a more reasonable emotional definition. Maybe that's the difference between liking and liking on a deeper level, right?

After graduating from junior high school, I went to the county seat to study high school, and she went to other provinces to study technical secondary school.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

How the poems of the capital city Nanzhuang fit my feelings of the Yellow House at this time!

Although we had a brief reunion by chance after entering the workplace, we were separated from each other again for various reasons.

"Where is Ah Hong now?"

"Has she also let go of the true and loving emotions of us when we were teenagers?"

"Will Ah Hong still remember me, or even hate me?"

More than 20 years ago, Ah Hong leaned against a window in the Yellow Building, and she stared intently at the unclothed young man with his bag on the road outside the wall.

The reappearance of this situation makes me sad.

"Great powers, remember to keep in touch." When I graduated from junior high school, her bright eyes looked at me, and the reluctant expression on her face was vivid.

The three years of classmates were succeeded by dozens of years in a flash. The intention of parting still exists, but people have already gone their own way, each with its own living world, and since then they are all strangers, and there is no reason to see each other.

A cold wind blew, rolling up the thick snow on the side of the road, I looked at the Yellow Building, which is now a thing, and I was full of emotions for a while, and the scene in front of me was so similar and indeed thousands of differences like a world away.

Ah Hong's eyes seemed to be still staring at me from a corner of the window of the Yellow Building.

I raised my head again and looked at the familiar scene in the window of the Yellow Building, my expression frozen, as if I was crazy.