Strange, which of these intersecting roads is the road leading to the school? Each road is very different from the memory, will it change too much in 20 years, ask all the way, no one has heard of such a famous school as Dongjian Primary School! Could it be that I really came to another dimension, and there really is a parallel space in this world? Suddenly I missed my hometown, my village, my field, my middle school, and the boy sitting under the persimmon tree in front of the school.

His name is Yu Yan.

We all grew up in this smog-free, green town. In this town, there is an east-west river, the whole town is divided into Henan and Hebei, the whole town has a total of two middle schools, all the children in the village in Henan are in the same school, the quality of education in the village and the learning habits of each child have created a junior high school promotion rate is not as good as a year, and the number of people who take the key high school entrance examination in the city every year is basically about 10 people.

The first formal acquaintance with Yu Yan should start from the class assignment in the third year of junior high school, in the school's consideration of the promotion rate, and the first 50 to 60 students in the school will basically be promoted to a class of key training. It was this kind of coincidence that I met him with stars in his eyes.

Composition review class, according to the practice of the Chinese teacher, each time he takes what he thinks is good and what is not written well as an example to read to everyone, and provides guidance for the advantages and disadvantages, but the general teacher talks about the advantages and the shortcomings are always passing by, probably for fear of hitting our already precarious self-confidence. Not surprisingly, this time there is my composition, the little girl is not talented, in fact, the level of composition back then was really average, but there are still commendable points in a group of crooked melons and cracked dates. The teacher reads "17-year-old flower season rainy season..." I heard a snickering from behind me, "Flower season rainy season? Oh, who wrote this! Yu Yan asked, "On the left front, our village flowers!" Wang Shurui replied a little ridiculously, I heard them whispering openly, I couldn't help it, I turned my head and glared at them, but Yu Yan immediately became energetic, stared at me for a long time, and I turned my head and ignored them.

When I went to school the next day, I walked on the path leading to the school gate, and saw a person sitting under the persimmon tree at the school gate from a distance, my eyes were a little myopic and I couldn't tell who it was, I thought, whatever, I want to go to the classroom to review my homework, when I was about to walk through the persimmon tree, I was suddenly stopped, and the moment I turned around, a warm morning sun sprinkled on the head of the rock, and his slightly yellowish hair flashed with golden light, he squinted his deep eyes and smiled at me, it was so beautiful, I looked at him a little dumbly, I didn't know what to say for a while, he came up and stuffed me with a freshly picked persimmon from the tree, and it disappeared like the wind, and the persimmon was written with a signature pen with four words, you are so beautiful! I don't know why I hate male classmates doing pranks the most on weekdays, but this time, I didn't hate him, and I was a little happy.

Back in the classroom, I pretended that everything was nothing, and began to review my homework, I always felt that there was a kind of hot gaze staring at me from behind, and I turned my head to meet Yu Yan's gaze, and sure enough, wearing glasses was different, and I could finally see the appearance of this persimmon boy clearly. Long eyelashes, black and white eyes, a high nose bridge, and a refreshing smile at the corner of the mouth, isn't this what I like? Oops, it's a heart-warming feeling, oh my God, this is only 16 years old, is it considered early love, I was scared of myself when I thought of this, no, the bedroom is a good student, the bedroom is going to be admitted to a key high school, and there will be many handsome guys in the school in the future, so stay away from this guy!

Sometimes when fate comes, it really can't be stopped, even if you can dodge, you will still meet just right. Every day to the school, under the persimmon tree at the school gate there is a sunny teenager, we tacitly, without a superfluous greeting, I walked through the persimmon tree, he was 5 meters away from me, with my front and back feet into the classroom, we each reviewed, occasionally casual eyes staggered, with a smile.

It may be that the recent study is too lifeless, the head teacher's self-study class suddenly made everyone active and a song by himself, as a former member of the literary and artistic committee, I have to make a sample of the first thing, just come to the song "Tranquility", just after singing, Yu Yan actually raised his hand to the teacher, he also wants to sing a song, "Lonely Sandbar Cold", oh my God, it turns out that this guy sings so well, this goodwill has risen a lot, I don't remember what the classmates sang in the back, I just remember that Yu Yan handed me a small note after singing, I wrote my name in an artistic style.

Later, the note became a red line for us to understand each other, and it turned out that Yu Yan's words were also written so beautifully. suddenly found that he is really a sunny boy who can shine all over his body, handsome, humorous, singing well, and writing well. He would always pass me all kinds of small notes in Chinese class, sometimes folded into thousands of paper cranes, sometimes folded into peach hearts, Wang Shurui and Shu Pengyang, who helped him hand the notes, tirelessly and always vinegared to throw these notes into my hands, occasionally muttering a few words, and being carefully picked up by the Chinese teacher. In fact, these classmates of mine are all living treasures, although Shu Pengyang is larger, but he is really a flexible fat man, he is not only flexible but also soft, his stunt is to show us his proud little thumb, his little finger can be broken next to the back of the hand, it hurts to watch, sometimes we will tease him to call him Brother Thumb. Wang Shurui, when you hear the name, you know that the family is a scholarly family, yes, his father is our chemistry teacher, and he is also my hometown, our two families live not far away, and his father occasionally drinks with my father. I don't know if it's because of my home address, I suddenly found that Yu Yan and Wang Shurui were getting closer and closer, and I was narcissistic and thought that it must be because of me.

Sunday afternoon, I was instructed by my mother to go to the commissary to buy a bottle of soy sauce, when I passed by Wang Shurui's house, I heard Yu Yan's voice, I thought there was a hallucination in my ears, when I made soy sauce and walked back, a familiar figure appeared in the corner, it was him, I was surprised and delighted, asked why he was here, he said to ask Wang Shurui to borrow a notebook. Although we are all in a small town, but his house is at least 1 hour's walk away from Wang Shurui's house, his brother Yu Junbo is in the same class as us, how could he come all the way to Wang Shurui's house to borrow a notebook, I didn't have time to ask more, he smiled at me and ran away, watching him gradually disappear in the corner of the back, inexplicably felt that 16 years old could be so beautiful.

I happened to meet him every weekend, and every time he used the same excuse to "borrow notes from Wang Shurui", but I knew that he was not borrowing notes.

In addition to Yu Yan on this day, his brother Yu Junbo and Shu Pengyang also came to Wang Shurui's house, and heard their chattering noise from afar through the window, I don't know if I have a heart, when I was about to pass by Wang Shurui's house, sure enough, Yu Yan came out and stopped me, and then Shu Pengyang also came out to coax and invited me to Wang Shurui's house to play mahjong, I wanted to refuse, but I wanted to say a few more words to Yu Yan and reluctantly agreed. Wang Shurui's mother is a Chinese teacher, she looks like she is a gentleman on weekdays, she is very gentle, she went to her house, said hello to her, sat down and rubbed mahjong with them, during which everyone chatted without a match, from learning to the computer, and then to QQ, it turned out that they were playing a chat tool recently, a penguin icon, called QQ, they all have their own QQ number, this is also the first time I learned about QQ.

"Bell bell bell ~"

"Hello?"

"Doot toot..."

"It's strange, whoever calls hangs up without talking! It's been like this a lot lately! Mom couldn't help but complain.

When I met Yu Yan in the corridor of the school, he suddenly asked, "Is your home phone number ****?" "I just realized that maybe my mother answered the phone from Yu Yan. He said, "Listen after dinner in the evening," and then the wind disappeared.

Sure enough, after a while of dinner, I heard the phone ringing, I hurriedly trotted to pick it up, and when I heard my voice, Yu Yan finally spoke, "Hey! "I replied" yes! Then there was a wordless silence with each other, after all, they met in class every day, passed notes every day, how could there be so many words, but despite this, I was extremely happy to receive the call.

In the next month, every day after school and dinner, I pricked up my ears and waited for the phone, every time around 6:10, as long as the phone came to mind, I rushed to answer the phone before my mother, sometimes we didn't say anything, just listening to each other's breathing on the phone felt the air around me bubbling sweetly, is this the feeling of first love? I don't know, but I think he's someone I'll never forget.

About a month later, suddenly there was no phone from Yu Yan, I think it should be about to take the high school entrance examination, and everyone is hurrying to review. One day I chatted with Yu Junbo between classes, only to hear him complain that his family was very expensive this month, and his father went to the operator to check, thinking that there was a problem with the phone. I realized that it was a good thing that Yu Yan, a big fool, did.

At the age of 16, I didn't quite understand whether I liked math or Chinese, but Yu Yan decided that I liked writing.

During the recess, Yu Yan suddenly rushed to me and handed me a new concept essay with a pale yellow cover, saying that he would keep it for him, and the book has changed owners since then, and the book has never left my desk.

I usually like to copy out my favorite sentences when I read books, and I slowly saved up several copies, and suddenly I wanted to give Yu Yan a copy. I chose one of the most neatly written from all the notebooks and took it to school, and quietly stuffed it to Yu Yan, and I didn't even have time to see his expression before I quickly flashed people, and later it turned out that Yu Yan liked it very much, because he gave me a similar excerpt notebook. From Yu Junbo's mouth, I learned that Yu Yan used the noon lunch break to make it temporarily, and the book he used was a pink cover, and later heard Yu Junbo sigh, he thought that his younger brother was enchanted, and he had to practice calligraphy without a break at noon, which turned out to be purposeful.

This kind of intentional but non-material feelings are pure and sincere, which makes people reluctant to forget.