If I'm not mistaken, I never said to you at that time: I don't really want to dance with you!

It's just that the boy I happened to be facing was you! A chubby high, it's you. A skinny little one, it's me. It seems that the combination that can make people laugh out loud has not changed again, just like that.

What do I think, you know?

Why am I dancing with you? Why did the teacher say that it was okay to exchange dance partners, but there was no more? Why are you always giggling, like a blessed monkey? In the last class of every afternoon, I was really tormented and uncomfortable.

It's not for no reason, your fleshy hands make me look at it and can't help but reverie, and besides, the sweaty hands, holding up, slippery, have to remind me of holding a loach, and also, your movements don't look like you full of flesh at all, what you do is like a stake! Stiff and rigid, so, because of you, the two of us, last stayed on the playground and continued to practice, the embarrassment in capital letters, full of bouncing on my face.

You put me on the back leg and then, pretending to be hurt, I wanted to raise my left hand high and tell the teacher that I wanted to change my partner! However, I didn't do it. The dance accompanied by the little white boat, you and I danced to the end, you also hip-hop to the end, and I was speechless to the end.

In other words, it was eight or nine years ago.

Today, you're still tall and fat, and I'm still skinny......

When I saw you, I didn't actually recognize you, it was my mother, pointing to your back, and saying, "Isn't he the one who is?" It turns out that the person who is a head taller than me and feels like a married uncle is you! Truth be told, time seems to be speeding up for you. You see, the vicissitudes of life are a little.

Seeing your side face, I can't imagine the white fat man who stole pomegranates with me, the one who was persuaded by my grandmother at home to tutor you because I didn't like to study, and the one who was often taught by the head teacher and didn't remember for a long time......

Actually, I live on the eighteenth floor, and you live on the third floor, but except for that chance to see you, there is none.

The world is really big, it's in a building, but it feels far away.

This feeling seems to be not just for you, as if, for all the people around me who have left, we are one in the south and the other in the north. Because he is gone, he left a memory, so he can easily open the memory that was once sealed.

I've always had a very strange idea that when people or things that are not living in the same era as me, when mentioned, they seem to be like excavated antiques, far away, farther away than the stars. Specifically, I don't know why I think so.

Real contact, real face-to-face, is the most real, maybe that's what I think subconsciously. People and things that have been invisible are actually good to recall, even if people's memories sometimes have some clever mistakes, if they make people happy, it is not wrong!

That song, little white boat.