My name is Ermao, and I am the editor of the urban life edition of Jincheng's best-selling magazine "Dong'an Lakeside", and Ermao is my pen name. There are almost two reasons for using this pen name, one is to pay tribute to my idol writer Sanmao, and the other is that I did call Ermao, not a nickname, but a nickname.

Because of my profession, I have read, heard, and seen many stories from many people, even if many of them are made up.

I have always been a reader, listener, and commentator, but everyone has a desire to express and be heard. I've heard a lot of stories, and I want to tell a story.

Tell a story about youth and love.

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On September 1, 2000, I met Sijie for the first time.

At that time, I didn't know that his name was Sijie, and I didn't know that I would become his lifelong friend, and that he would become my fetters for the rest of my life.

The reason why I became his lifelong friend, not that he became my lifelong friend, or that we became lifelong friends, was not because of the one-sided or plastic nature of friendship, but because the length of our lives was different.

At least for now, my life is a little longer.

As for the bonds of the first life, that's probably the whole story.

When I decided to tell you this story, it had been 49 days since I last saw the Four Commands.

It's not that I'll never see him again, but I'll never see him again.

Life is the process of coming from one world to another. Four precepts, went to another world.

His people have become old people. His story became a story.

The deceased, the past.

Stories, things from the past.

From the first time to the last, it was less than 20 years.

I didn't try to count those days, but my phone memo reminded me that it was time to visit him today.

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Let's turn the hand back to September 1, 2000, because when recalling a person, it is always customary to start from the first meeting.

On that day, I officially became a sixth grader.

The noisy classroom fell silent after the head teacher led a boy of the same age in.

"Congratulations to all of you on your progress to Primary 6. At the same time, there is a new student joining us today, let us welcome the new student with warm applause. ”

The homeroom teacher pointed to the little boy standing next to him and said to us.

There was a little applause in the classroom.

I wasn't one who applauded because I was busy copying my summer homework.

This scene was not discovered by the teacher, but it was noticed by Sijie.

After we became good friends, he told me about this detail, and I said I was not impressed at all. Sijie said, you were sitting in the first row of the classroom, right in front of me, but there was no applause, I remember it clearly.

I said okay, you hit me.

Then, Sijie gave me a punch. "I've never turned down such a strange request."

Yes, Sijie also ended his life early precisely because he never refused other people's strange requests.

Of course, that's an afterthought.

One thing about the Four Precepts is right. I was actually sitting in the middle of the classroom, in the first row. It's not because I'm a good student in the eyes of my teacher and can enjoy a good seat. It wasn't because my parents gave the teacher a red envelope, and the teacher arranged for me to sit in the first row.

The real reason is that I haven't started my secondary development yet.

It would be a little tactful and subtle to say this, and to put it bluntly, I was very short at the time, 1.4 meters.

In those days, there was no distinction between the student seating area and the retirement area, and there was only one principle: male and female matching, low in the front and high in the back.

At that time, I already had a female classmate I had a crush on. Her name was Erya, and she sat right behind me.

Based on the principles mentioned earlier, you can deduce that she is a little taller than me.

Yes, just a little, that's what I've always written in my vague memory.

At that time, classmates called each other a lot of nicknames, but Erya insisted on calling me Brother Haier.

I asked her if she thought I was as brave as the Haier brothers and could ride the waves.

She said no, you're just more in height with them.

I said one more thing that was very consistent, she asked what it was, and I said I wore briefs too.

Then, she'd call me a hooligan and punch me in the back.

I'm not angry about Erya's burial, because I believe that I will grow taller and taller than her.

I'm going to marry her and make her the happiest woman in the world.

Now, some of my ideas have come true, such as that I want to grow taller than her. Some possibilities have come true, such as her becoming the happiest woman in the world. Some will never come true, such as I want to marry her.

I don't care about Erya's burial, there is another reason, I often hear a sentence from TV dramas, "There is always a woman behind a successful man".

I believe she is the woman because she is right behind me.

At least, the elementary school years were. Because, I copied her homework.

"Now I would like to invite the new students to introduce themselves."

After the applause, the teacher asked Sijie to introduce himself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qin Lang, and I am very happy to come to the experimental primary school and study with you."

I glanced up at my new classmate, who had shiny oily hair in his hair.

That was the first and last time I saw him oiling his hair. Later, for a few years, Sijie's business was very big, and he often went in and out of high-end clubs, but he never oiled his hair, but just brushed his shoes shiny.

Oh, no. I remembered that when he was tidying up at the funeral home, the mortuary also beat him, and that should be the last time.

Qin Lang, what a sunny name. His parents should be literate people, and they have a high school degree at the worst, I think.

"Qin Lang, you can sit next to classmate Wang Dachun."

As he spoke, the homeroom teacher pointed to the empty seat next to me.

When you hear my name, you will know why I deduced that Sijie's parents were very educated, and the most important thing was a high school education.

My parents are farmers and didn't graduate from elementary school.

In our local area, the rice planting season is called Dachun, and the wheat planting season is called Xiaochun. I was born during the rice planting season, so my name is Dachun. My father's surname is Wang, so my name is Wang Dachun, and I have nothing to do with the next-door neighbor.

There was originally a tablemate next to me, named Huahua, who was shorter than me, estimated to be less than 1.4 meters.

She's not like me, she doesn't need to worry about her height because she repeats a grade.

In this way, the seat next to it is naturally vacant.

In my vague memory, the four rings at that time were about 1.6 meters, which obviously did not meet the requirements for sitting in the first row. I have always advocated fairness, justice, fairness and integrity, and I did not stand up to challenge the authority of the teacher, because the teacher had already made me stand up.

"Wang Dachun, you are copying your homework again. You stand up for me! ”

Later, the four precepts told me that it was retribution. Because I didn't applaud him, I was punished.

Huahua's repetition and the transfer of the four rings made me end the days of sharing the table with girls. In the season of youth and ignorance, the lesbian table will draw a line with you, pull up the protective net, and you will also encounter some softness and blush in the process of pulling each other with girls.

Those are innocent memories of childhood life, and they have nothing to do with obscenity.