It was about 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the mahjong downstairs was over, and there was a sound of the end of the game, and they complained to each other about how much money they had lost, and they quarreled without saying a word. I can't hear what I'm arguing about, my parents' work should be over, clean up the mahjong table, collect the table money and get ready to sleep. My dad drank and talked about how much money he had lost, and my mom was talking about him because he had lost, and sure enough, they quarreled again. I don't know how long I quarreled, maybe it was the second half of the night, I don't remember clearly, and I fell asleep vaguely.

I don't want to go to the mahjong parlor opened by my parents, in my impression, it is like a river and lake, mixed with fish and dragons, and smoky miasma. In the nature of their parents' work, they are all friends made by the rivers and lakes, friends of wine and meat. There I seemed to meet a small society, people of different personalities, who made friends with each other, some frank and some tactful. Some people don't like each other, but it's actually interesting, they not only know each other, but they also become friends with wine and meat. I seem to be living in this environment, but I don't fit in. Maybe I don't like it there.

My first encounter with him was during the summer vacation of sixth grade. I was looking out of the window of my room and saw a boy petting my dog, who seemed to be very fond of it. His body was shiny, shiny, and it gave me a cold feeling. "Baa Wa'er (Sichuan accent, Baa means small, I was the youngest in the family at that time, so I was given this nickname.) Come down and eat! Hurry up! "Mom's unique voice. I came back to my senses, ran straight outside, and called out, "Come here." The dog ran to me, and his eyes followed the dog's gaze on me, and he smiled at me and left. I touched the dog without looking at him, and at that time I seemed to be looking for something to do, and deliberately did not focus on him. It was also a coincidence that I later heard that he came to a relative's house for dinner, so he came here. That was our first encounter, during the summer of sixth grade.

I have a small hair named Hu Guyue. We played together at a very young age, and it seems that we met each other when we were in kindergarten. She has a more introverted personality and her grades are also very good. Then she became the object of comparison from my childhood to adulthood, my mother's mouth someone else's child. But we still have a good relationship in private, and we cherish this only playmate very much. Playing together, chatting together, almost nothing to say. Sometimes, I lament that time and distance make us drift apart, and we no longer know each other, and we don't even know how to say hello. But every time I think back to this time, I am still happy, when we are young and ignorant, we have met, we have known each other in our ignorance, this is our greatest fate. The summer vacation of the sixth grade passed quickly, in the noise of mahjong, in the noise of me and Fa Xiao, in my own space.

Since this year's junior high school requires military training, I have to report to school a week in advance. I checked my start time early, afraid that I would be late for the day. At that time, I still had a little excitement about what military training life was like, what my new teachers were like, and what my new classmates were like. On the day I registered, I got up early in the morning and rode my bicycle to the school, which was quite far from my home.

When I arrived at the school, I met a lot of former classmates, and I felt both familiar and unfamiliar. Under the teaching building, there are several display boards with this year's class placement written on them. Many students lay on the display board looking for their names and classes.

"Yang Mu Yi, Yang Mu Yi!" Someone called me from afar. I turned my head at the sound of my little hair and his dad. "When did you come, why didn't your parents come?"

"They told me to come over on my own, oh yes! Look at the class placement on that board. ”

"Have you seen it, which class are you in?"

"I haven't seen it yet, I just came over, and there were too many people to squeeze in. Let's go, let's go and see together. ”

At that time, we especially wanted to be in the same class, so that we could play together and take care of each other. "Hu Guyue, Hu Guyue, I saw your name, you are in the same class as me." After the fifth and sixth grades, they will be in the same class again, and they will be in the same class for three years.

"Really, that's great!" I looked at the class roster again, and by the way, I glanced at the names of my classmates, and there were a few classmates I knew before, which was not bad. At least it won't feel unfamiliar with this class situation.

"Yang Muyi, you are in the same class as my family Hu Guyue, and we can learn from each other and take care of each other in the future." Gu Yue's father said to me. I smiled and responded, "Definitely, definitely." ”

Her father gave her the money: "I'll come back with Yang Muyi when I come back in a while, I know no." Gu Yue obediently agreed one by one. Then, we went to the classroom together: the seventh class of junior high school, the word that carries my memories of three years of junior high school. The moment I stepped in, I hadn't realized how special it was, and I hadn't felt the reluctance when we really walked out of this class, the reluctance to him, and the regret.

Gu Yue and I went in and found two places to sit down, the head teacher hadn't arrived yet, I chatted with her, and by the way, I looked around and looked at unfamiliar faces. Suddenly, I swept across a familiar face, and I stared at him for a long time until he turned his head in my direction. I quickly turned my head to look elsewhere, and my face instantly turned red. I looked at Gu Yue and couldn't say a word, so I stared at her blankly.

"Yang Muyi, what's wrong, why is your face so red?" I ignored her.

"Yang Muyi, what's wrong with you?" She raised her voice. I suddenly came back to my senses, "Not much, not much, it's just a little hot." Then he fell into deep thought.

It's him, it's really him! The glowing boy, he saw me, didn't recognize it. Suddenly, there was a deer in my heart, and I couldn't control myself. Fate is really amazing, we are in the same class, I thought there would only be that one chance encounter, but I didn't expect that we were in the same class. I turned my head again to look at him with my spare eyes, and once again confirmed in my mind. He sat there quietly, writing, not knowing what he was writing. The sunlight shone through the window on his face, casting a warm glow on him. I couldn't help but look at him, perhaps, I coveted that layer of warmth, which was exactly what I didn't have. At that moment, I was happy, I was glad that I was about to cross paths with him, that I could appear in his life.

He appeared in my life, was it love at first sight, it didn't seem to be, maybe I coveted what I didn't have, and it just so happened that he had what I didn't have.