001 and Ji Xinglian, 001 is the main perspective:

My childhood is as much a day as I think it is. Outside the house is the sound of adults playing mahjong in the shade of trees, and inside the house is the scene of the hero and heroine confessing to each other on the TV.

Every now and then, I cover my eyes, wanting to see but being too shy to look. Sitting next to me, she sat straight and straight, staring at the TV with motionless eyes, full of interest.

The summer in Wuhan is dry and hot, but adults can brave the scorching sun and hold a long pole to look for figs under the fig tree in front of her house.

Figs are her favorite food, but I don't. She likes sweet, I like salty, she is cheerful and lively, I am introverted and shy, she is a sweet little girl who likes adults.

We have a good relationship, we have taken a bath together, slept in a bed, and told a lot of things on our minds. At dusk, we walked down the riverside path, dangling our newly bought dresses and getting carried away. Under the starry sky, we would sit on benches and talk shyly and sincerely about what happened at school.

We have so many fond memories that we also have endless words to talk about.

It's just that we seem to have a lot of differences, her parents are open-minded and cheerful, my parents are feudal and conservative, but these don't affect our friendship at all.

I'm a very lazy person, and we used to go to cram school together, but because of my playfulness, it didn't go any further. There were some roads where she went down alone, while I embarked on a new journey.

We both made a lot of new friends with each other, and a lot of things happened to me, and so did her, as if something was pushing us both a little too far.

However, when the two of us sat together in the study to do homework, talk together, and walk together, the intimacy that used to be returned.

Year after year, we became slim girls, she still liked to wear fancy little dresses, and I loved my jeans. When she encounters a favorite gift, she always doesn't forget to bring her a copy of the pink she likes, she laughs and quips: "I'm not a child, how can I like this childish color?" ”

We're all growing up, we're getting old and new, we're learning more and more, we're getting less and less time for entertainment, and we're getting more and more divergent about what we like.

The fork in the road is approaching, and we don't know it.

On the day I left, I dragged my suitcase and set off from home with her, and she muttered that I had moved to a new house to invite her to play, and I nodded reluctantly. At the fork in the road, I go left, she goes, I go to school, she goes to cram school.

After walking for a while, I looked back at her, she had studied dance for many years, she always walked with her head held high, her long braids were flung behind her, and her back was confident and beautiful.

The wind was very cold that day, and I couldn't help but shiver a little when it hit my body, and the trees on both sides were cut down to the trunks, and the walls were so high that I couldn't see them on my tiptoes.

The difference in personality and the obstacle of distance, the two of us are getting farther and farther apart, not only in the body, but also in the heart. Every time we meet, we can talk about some trivial things that have happened in the past and recently. To put it mildly, it's very tasteless.

Her grandmother died, and I went back with her. Some things are really gone, just like those high-rise buildings have become a ruin, even if they are rebuilt, they will lose their previous human touch.

The fig tree that accompanied me for more than ten years was cut down, and everything was no longer what I knew before, including her.

It's sad and hard to say, time makes us grow, and growth is a slow goodbye.

The next time, we went out for a walk, and the two-hour drive almost exhausted all my patience, and at parting, I watched her get on the bus at the station, and we both waved to each other.

When I walked into the subway, my emotions were a little difficult to control, and I was actually very clear in my heart that the feeling of loss was actually witnessing an innocent relationship becoming a memory.

Goodbye, my dear girl, but I'll look forward to a "long time no see" for both of us. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Quick Wear System: Cannon Fodder Female Match Fierce Rise Claw Book House" for free for the first time.