It's a noon on an autumn day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On a bustling shopping street in the center of the city, people come and go carrying shopping bags or bags from the floor-to-ceiling windows, or walk leisurely. Although the bright sun is not as fierce as the momentum of midsummer, it also makes people's backs hot. A few dark red maple leaves swirled and slowly fell, and a few high school students in school uniforms rushed over menacingly, shouting to the front: "You are still running forward?" See how I clean you up when I get you. ”

I followed the sound to look over there, a tall, very burly boy rushed out, leaped forward a few steps forward, and pulled out a dark-skinned boy with a dirty and torn school uniform from the crowd, he wanted to be violent to the boy, but his hands were raised, but he realized that he was not in some dark corner of the schoolyard, so he had to glare at the boy fiercely, and violently pushed him back to the group of peers, and put his arm around his thin body, and followed the crowd away.

Wang Linshuo frowned and looked at them: "What is this doing, school bullying?" ”

I shook my head and looked at the thin boy who had kept his head down all along, but for some reason my heart suddenly trembled and thought of an incident from my youth. I sighed slightly and looked at Wang Linshuo: "Anyway, the food didn't come up, why don't you listen to me tell a story?" ”

This happened when I was in junior high school. At that time, we were in adolescence, and we didn't know much about the world, and we did things that I regretted later. Here I express my deep repentance.

When I was in junior high school, I was a withdrawn child, unwilling to take the initiative to communicate with others, and the things I liked were different from the group of classmates around me, plus I was extremely secondary two at that time, which led to my basic few friends in the three years of junior high school, and there were not many people who took the initiative to talk to me. But in a physical education class in the first year of junior high school, he took the initiative to greet me with a smile: "Your name is Zhang Xuan, right, I'm Kong Jingwen, please take care of me!" ”

I was a little surprised because almost no one came out to greet me. I looked up, and a skinny, small, hair-cut boy was smiling at me. I nodded politely to him and was about to leave, but he reached out and grabbed me and shouted, "Zhang Xuanjun, please stay!" ”

I was curious about his strange tone of speech, turned my head to meet his eyes, and the other party smiled embarrassedly and said to me, "I like Vegeta, who do you like?" ”

People who haven't watched Dragon Ball definitely don't know who Vegeta is, but it just so happened that I was extremely obsessed with Dragon Ball at the time. I almost jumped up, grabbed his hand, and exclaimed eagerly, "Me too!" ”

In the next spare time, the two of us gathered under the shady tree, and we discussed eagerly every word, until the physical education teacher blew the whistle and gathered, and then ran to that side while talking.

I can't remember exactly what we said that day, but I remember Kong Jingwen's bright smile that seemed to overflow and what he kept repeating: How nice it would be if I could be good friends with you......

At that time, I never understood what he meant by this sentence, didn't friends become what they wanted to be? It didn't dawn on me until a year later, but by the time I woke up, I had lost him.

Since that day, Kong Jingwen and I have been talking more and more speculative day by day, and we have become best friends as we wish. Kong Jingwen is a very different person, he has a whimsical idea that is different from everyone in his class, he is obsessed with Japanese manga and tries to draw some short comics on his own - those images are enough to amaze me now. In today's parlance, he was a painter.

Of course, being different and being maverick also has a price, those classmates around him think Kong Jingwen is very strange, chattering all day long, and some naughty boys always bully him because he is stronger than Kong Jingwen. He once told me with a grim face about what happened to him in elementary school, like being cut on his hand with a tree branch, snatching pocket money and snacks, blocking him in the toilet and intimidating him.

His bullying physique was still 'very popular' until junior high school, and the boys in the class still bullied him, but they were afraid that I was always there for him, and changed the violence and verbal attacks to isolate us. At that time, I was very insensitive to changes in the outside world, and I just chatted with him every day, ignoring the words of those people in the class, and my life was quite happy.

After that, we became closer and closer, and even moved together to be table mates - at that time, the class teacher gave the class leaders a notebook, and they had to pay attention to who was secretly talking to whom in each class and write it down, and give it to the class teacher once a week. They always made notes that Kong Jingwen and I were talking in class, but at that time, we didn't say much other gossip except for some necessary words, such as borrowing pens and notebooks or asking the other teacher's board what was written. But the group of class cadres probably thought that we were too good-tempered, and they didn't want to provoke others and had to make errands, so they had to write our names in a notebook every class.

I don't know if it's because I'm not used to the classes that come from junior high school or because I talk 'small words' in class, but in the final exam, Kong Jingwen's rankings and I both dropped, and I fell back seven places to thirty-second, while Kong Jingwen was forty places away.

My parents and the teacher took turns talking to me, and the teacher stared into my eyes and said to me, "I advise you to stay with Kong Jingwen less every day." People at least have specialties and can take special moves. What about you, what are your specialties? ”

I fussed around twice, and the teacher sighed, grabbed me and said earnestly: "You should try to make small groups as little as possible and have more contact with everyone." ”

After that, I was forced by both my parents and teachers to change tables and sit with a warm-hearted, hard-working boy. At the beginning, I was very unaccustomed to it, but I ran to Kong Jingwen's side after class to relieve my emotions. But after spending a long time with my new tablemate, I suddenly felt that he and I didn't seem to have nothing to talk about. I began to study hard with his help, and my grades improved rapidly, and I had a lot less time to go to Kong Jingwen after class, and when I chatted with him again, there didn't seem to be so many endless words to each other.

I gradually distanced myself from Kong Jingwen, and the companion who went home with me every day was replaced by my new tablemate, and I smoothly integrated into a new circle. There were the top students in the class and some good students that I didn't bother to associate with before, but when I got to know them, I realized that they were all interesting in their own way.

Kong Jingwen's situation is getting worse day by day, his table mate is replaced by a quirky little girl, doing his own thing with a cold face every day, and no more than two sentences a day of dialogue with him. Some of the boys in the class began to bully him in secret again, such as stuffing oily food packages into his desk and scribbling in his homework book. Because he always said something that ordinary people couldn't understand, and even nicknamed him Neurotic. Kong Jingwen resisted, and I tried to talk to those people, but our resistance was as weak as a weed.

He began to pester me, rushed to my seat when the bell rang for the end of class, hooked my neck and took the trouble to tell me about the things I used to be interested in, like games and anime. And now I was very upset when I listened to these words, which I was no longer interested in, and shook his face at him and told him to leave me, and turned his head to continue chatting with his tablemates.

The class accepted me, and Kong Jingwen faded out of my sight, his desk had been empty for days, and he was said to have suffered from asthma.

It had been a week since I saw him again, and he walked past my desk with a pale face and sunken eyes, threw me a note with a blank face, and walked to his seat without looking back. I was a little puzzled and felt faintly guilty, and I looked back at his back and opened the note.

The note was full of shocking red, but this red looked like the red pen had drawn it. A strip of paper the size of half a hand's hand was painted so white that no trace could be seen, and the rough and random lines could be faintly glimpsed in a bright red.

I was taken aback, and cautiously walked over to his seat with a note and asked him what he meant. Kong Jingwen lay on the seat and buried his head in his arm, no matter how I pushed him, he didn't move. I sighed, put the note in my uniform pocket and walked back to read.

Strange things happened at noon that day, when I was out of school, I rode home with my tablemate, and Kong Jingwen's tablemate rode slowly in front of us with a girl in the class. The two chatted and laughed while pedaling the car, but when passing by the moat, Kong Jingwen's table mate suddenly turned the head of the car and rushed towards the water, the mud on the bank was slippery, and her speed increased suddenly, only to hear a plop, she and the car slid into the river.

The girl who was walking with her stayed by the river in a daze, wanting to save but not being able to pass through the water, anxious tears flowed all over her face, squatting down to grab her hand but couldn't reach it anyway. I threw the car to the side of the road, jumping into the cold water without taking off my clothes.