Xiao Ling is seven years old.

Going to school began to be a breeze. There are more and more friends. Every day after school, they are in groups of three or five, fighting and making trouble. Go to their respective intersections and go home. At the same intersection the next day, we met again.

Xiaoli met in that year.

Xiaoli is a very bold girl, and she can easily get along with the boys in the class, especially the naughty ones.

Part of the reason for knowing each other is because their parents know each other and live on opposite sides of the same river. What's more coincidental is that both were born on the same day, the same month, and the same year. It's just that the time is different.

On the way to school like this, there is one more little friend. On the way out in the morning, she could hear a shout. Round together at the intersection.

After meeting Xiaoli, Xiaoling also met a few other new friends, and slowly had his own small group, naughty boys and cheerful girls, walking together, at that time he was young and bold, full of curiosity about new things, three or five groups of friends, meeting to go home from school, will deliberately not take the road on the way back, and go all the way up along the river, when it is hot in summer, he will also take off his shoes, step on this cold river, occasionally catch a few fish, touch a few river mussels, and of course meet a few water snakes, Boys are always bolder, and their first reaction when they see snakes is to scare the girls behind them, and girls are naturally afraid of snakes and other things, so they hurriedly run on the road, and they have to blame the boys for a few words.

At that time, the summer was full of joy and laughter, children would always meet to go out to play, climbing the mountain and wading the river can become a source of their happiness, when it came to the holiday, they made an appointment with their friends, climbed all the mountains near their home, and brought home a few old tree roots in the mountain, and took them home as firewood, or went to the river to build a stone road, used to cross the river, but could not withstand the turbulent river, and the stones were washed away after a while.

Xiao Ling was the summer of that elementary school, and he turned himself into a little black charcoal.

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