My mother called last night and asked me to wait for her at the school gate at noon, and I would come as soon as class without having lunch. In the half day she was about to come, I was a little nervous. I don't talk much about my parents to my friends, and I don't want to talk to my parents about my classmates. On the first day of elementary school, my mother came to my room to ask us about school, but I didn't say a word, even turned off the small lamp on my desk. But Xianxian and her mother chatted from the small room to the living room. He knew everything, so he almost told his mother about going to the toilet. The two of them talked and laughed, and I felt pretty good. Yourself, just be quiet.

It seems that as long as Xianxian speaks, I don't have to face my mother's inquiry. In fact, my mother kept asking me a few times, asking me if I had made new friends and which teacher I liked the most. But I always felt irritated for some reason and didn't want to answer. I don't have many friends, and I seem to think of them as my teddy bears, hoping to hide them secretly and not want others to see them. I told my mom that I don't have any friends and don't need any. Mom was confused by me, but Xianxian will tell Mom. I don't care about this kind of "leak", as long as it's not in front of me. Maybe I'm too shy to accept myself or others mentioning the name of the person who is most important to me in person. Maybe that's why I don't tell my friends about my parents, and I don't ask other people's parents. But if they want to speak, I'll be happy to hear it.

My mom and dad are very nice people, gentle and tolerant, very open-minded in many things, and willing to discuss with us. Dad will talk about me, but I also know it's for my good. It's just that at that age, even if the parents say anything, even if they understand everything, they will still feel verbose. Since I was 11 years old, I always wanted to avoid them. It's not because they say me, it's that they don't say it anymore. They never did anything wrong, all the problems were on me, and I had no shirk responsibility for the strings, but they didn't want to blame me. They did lie to me, but only because they knew me and wanted to protect me. Perhaps that's why in the past few days, when I knew there was a truth, I stagnated and didn't find out about it. I relied on this protection, even when I knew it was false.

At noon that day, there was an endless stream of people coming and going at the school gate. There are many students who go home or go out of school to eat at noon. Standing alone behind the half-closed telescopic door, a patchwork of diamond-shaped iron fences, I felt like I was in a prison or something, waiting for my relatives to visit. Of course, the school is not a prison, and if I want to, I can take two steps and walk out, and no one will stop me. Only, where can I go after I get out? The solidity of the fence made me feel safe, and the school was full of children like me, and I could hide myself in a corner.

"Waywe." Mom waved at me from afar. Changing to strings, he will definitely jump up excitedly, fly out of the school gate in three steps and two steps, and pounce on his mother. And I just looked at my mother, staring blankly as she staggered to the fence with a large bag of things. Mom came to the neighborhood for a meeting and brought me something by the way. There was a large plastic bag with a full paper tube containing KFC set meals. She asked me to take it back and share it with my classmates in the dormitory, and she bought enough for five people. She was standing in front of the door and told me, and I didn't take a step past the door. She touched my cheek, a strange and familiar touch, but her hand was cold, which made me a little sad. She only told me to rest well and stay safe recently. I probably knew that I didn't want to hear more from them, so I was leaving, and the last thing I said was that I wanted to go home on the weekend, and they were always there. I said thank you, hard work, and looked at her back and walked away from me. She didn't wobbly like she did when she carried the big bucket, and she walked like all the people who passed me, but I knew who that back belonged to.

Mom is in her forties this year, and her hair is well maintained, and she doesn't have gray hair every day like she wrote in her elementary school essay. But I don't know how much gray hair she has. She had never observed it carefully, perhaps she had already dyed it many times. The wind blew through them, allowing me to find her as I got farther and farther away. The distant taillights flickered twice, and the blurred back suddenly faded before the red-yellow light flickered, disappearing into the open door. She really went back. That's when it occurred to me that I would have hugged her just now. But I don't necessarily really want to hug it, standing at the school gate, surrounded by security guards and classmates, I'm embarrassed.

After returning to the dormitory, everyone was naturally very happy, everyone could hold the chicken nuggets and nibble on them, the whole dormitory was overflowing with fragrance, and the people next door smelled it and were afraid that they would be envious and want to go to the aunt's to make a small report. Tao Tao is here at noon today, and I am very happy. It's just that he only ate half of the portion given to him, and the rest was tightly wrapped and put into his school bag. In the second year of junior high school, I once did a classical Chinese reading, the title was "Lu Jihuai Tangerine", and the short lines reminded me of this noon when the burp was full of fried flavor.

Tao Tao was not in our class at that time.

And that noon, after dividing up the food in the plastic bag, I found a small envelope. It was brown and had the name of Dad's unit written on it. Under the pretext of taking out the trash, I went out alone with a bucket of bones. The trash can was at the sink at the end of the hallway, and I washed my hands again to make sure there wasn't a bit of grease on it, and took it apart.

It was a letter from my mother.

Wei Wei:

Hello!

Maybe you will be a little surprised that your mother suddenly writes a letter to you. It's the age of the Internet, and you can tell you a lot of things on your phone, but sometimes it's better to put pen to paper. You have to write a lot of words every day, and your mother is embarrassed to be lazy. Writing a letter is a ritual thing, and in the days when my mother lived, writing a letter and waiting for a letter would bring a lot of stories, and the content of the letter would be easier to remember.

First of all, congratulations on the progress you made in your midterm exams. Your grades are getting better and better, and the teacher praises you at the parent-teacher conference. Mom and Dad are happy for you, you have always been our pride. We are glad that Wewe have grown up and are no longer a child we need to worry about. He can handle a lot of things, and he can work together with his friends for a variety of goals. He also has many valuable qualities, and Mr. Liu told us a lot of things. It's not that we're asking on purpose, it's that the people around you genuinely like you and think you're a helpful friend.

I know you probably don't like to listen to your mom and dad talk too much about exams and grades, and I know that we don't have to talk about anything, Wewe will consciously do everything well. But Mom and Dad always want to do something for you. Mom has been paying attention to your team's official account, and the articles in it are full of pictures and texts, and they are also very well written, as if they are not talking about junior high school students' games, but about large-scale events such as the World Cup. On the weekend you're going to play against another school, and there are several players on the other side who are your classmates and friends. At the time of writing this letter, Mom and Dad also reminisced. Your dad remembers their names upside down, not to mention what class they used to be in and what position they played. Rest assured, Mom will always remember your friends' names, such as Mi Le and Ye Ruiyang. In order to help you prepare for the war, my mother checked the battle reports and pushes of the two schools, as well as past photos and chat records, and the following is a small collation. You can choose to tell your coach and teammates to take it yourself if you don't want to.

No. 8 Wu Wenda from another school, your senior, served as the captain of the team in the primary school. You should still remember that his name comes from Zhuge Liang's "Teacher Table" in "Don't seek to be heard by the princes", which is really good. He is a responsible child, does not talk much, and is very steady. The position is an attacking midfielder, who is used to using his right foot. You have to watch out for his long-range shots. From the first year of junior high school to the present, he has scored 6 goals for the Colonel, 3 are long-range shots, 2 are single-handed, and 1 is a penalty.

No. 9 Shi Zhenhua, my mother didn't misremember his name. He's your best friend in elementary school, and even though you're in class 1, he's in class 4. Judging by the photo, he has grown taller again. He is a centre-forward and has scored four goals this year, two from the penalty spot (he is the one who takes the spot), one with a header and one with his right foot in front of the six-yard box. Even though he's a good friend of yours, you still have to concentrate when you get to the ring, and I'm sure he thinks so too. Note that he has 3 assists and even he can't relax in midfield, keep an eye on his passes, which can be more dangerous than his shots. His penalty habit is to take the bottom left corner, which is your right, from a tricky angle.

No. 23 Pu Yun, his mother has the deepest impression of him. "Painting the Flying Towards Nanpu Cloud", Wang Bo's poem. He used to be a little fat, but now he gets more and more delicate. When I talk about him, I think of many things in the past, as if it was yesterday. In fact, you can call your primary school classmates to come to play at home, and if you feel that your parents are not comfortable at home, we can also help you find a place to play. You should know all of Pu Yun's skills well, and your mother doesn't need to say much. Note that his dominant foot is left. Please remind your teammates not to underestimate Pu Yun because he is short. He is a very strong and affectionate child, and his mother still remembers the saying, "Those who underestimate me have to pay a price." Boys have to have this kind of heart. He can play as a winger or full-back and has scored three goals for the Colonels this year, two from free-kicks, all left-footed. It's a pity that there are no videos or GIFs, but they must be wonderful. There was also a shot from near the penalty area. Watch out for his long-range shots. You'll have to remember to tell Miller about his technical characteristics, because it's your best friend who defends him.

……

Mom doesn't know much about football, and she can only help you summarize it through reports and memories, so I don't know if it's useful. It's up to you and your friends to play one game at a time. Don't be nervous, relax and listen carefully to the coach, and trust that you can achieve the results you want. Even when you're not around, Mom and Dad will bless you. At the same time, it's not just a game, it's also a chance to reunite with friends from the past. Make the most of this opportunity and enjoy it. Mom hopes that you will win in peace and integrity, and that your friendship will never fade. In short, no matter what you do, Mom and Dad will support you unconditionally. Work hard for what you want to do, Waywe, you've proven yourself, mom knows you've only conceded one goal in five games. Take out your confidence and heart, you are much braver than you think, and no one can easily break through the gate you are guarding.

My dad and I would like to come to school to watch a game, if you want.

Sincerely

Salute!

Your mom and dad

"Don't tell anyone about it, you will think of everyone." A few years later, I saw this on the last page of a book. Mom thought of everyone, remembered them clearly, and never forgot them. They are not just the printed lead letters on the address book of their elementary school classmates, they also have a part of our past lives, and we have spent an unforgettable time together. It's just that in the last two years, my life was shattered, and I longed to leave that school every day. I can barely remember the dark past, but it still haunts me and I can't go away. Everyone wants me to look forward, run forward without looking back, and let the past be the starting line for tomorrow. But I can't, because I have created the darkness of everyone's past.

I also seem to wish I could start over. Once again, I want to stand on the green field, once again I want to guard a door, shout and chase with people of the same age, and feel the freshness and liveliness of life. On the pitch, I felt like I had forgotten the heavy past. But...... Why on earth do I want to play? At least, before my mother handed me the letter at noon, I thought it was so that Tao Tao could wear a golden medal before parting, as proof that we had been together for just one year. And after that noon, I had a vague feeling that the upcoming match was not just a semi-final against a foreign school, but also a re-engagement with the past. Once again, I'll be on the pitch with my friends, and we'll be waiting for a more formal and brutal game. We will be adversaries, just as my past has become my enemy.

Pu Yun, in my impression, he will always be a little fat man. When I first met him, we were all in the third grade, and we all had a little bit of baby fat on our faces that hadn't faded. His hair is naturally curly and shimmers chestnut in the sun, a bit like a foreigner. At that time, he was short and fat, his face was quite white, and when his hair was long, he was easily mistaken for a girl. In primary school, especially in the lower grades, children are more like a group of small animals. In fact, in junior high school, I can still feel the innate animality of myself or others at certain moments. Boys like girls are not immune to bullying, and the bullies may think that they can build up their dignity and authority as men through such behavior. In their eyes, it is natural for boys to be better than girls. Bullying others proves that they are men and that it is women who are being bullied.

Pu Yun is not in the same class as us, and his grades are very good, but he is taciturn, honest to death, and always shrinks at the desk alone. He didn't dare to tell the teachers and parents when he was bullied, for fear that those people would get worse, so he could only hide somewhere and quietly wipe his tears. Of course, these are all things that were known later. None of us had heard the name before we met him.

That day, I was washing my hands in the toilet and preparing to go out, when I suddenly heard a laugh behind me. Two students grabbed another boy from behind who was peeing, pushed his knee against his ass and twisted his shoulders to help him steer him. They laugh as they adjust, as if they are operating a factory machine, satisfied with their actions.

They say, you go to the women's bathroom, that's where you should go, where no one bullies you.

"Stop!"

I was still standing by the sink watching their feat, and Xianxian stepped forward and threw the water in the faces of the two boys. The other party turned his face and looked up and down, obviously not recognizing.

"How old are you, this is our class's own business, can you manage it?"

"I don't care which class you are in, you can try to move him again?"

"They seem to be on the football team." One said to the other. I walked behind the strings.

The other looked at the boy with his pants next to him, looked at the two of us again, and snorted:

"What kind of good man is three against two?"

"Okay, you two go up together, I don't need my brother to make a move, I'm enough alone."

"It's too small here, I'll see you on the playground after school."

"See it, what's the big deal about bullying people?"

They glared at both of us and quickly slipped away through the doorway. Xianxian patted the boy on the back and led him to the sink to wash his hands and pants, as well as the crying red face.

"My name is Ke Peixian, and this is my brother Ke Peiwei. We are all in the Trinity class. The next time they bully you, you'll come to me. "Xianxian is really a bit like a hero who draws a knife to help when he sees injustice.

"My name is Pu Yun, and I am from Class 35...... They were all my classmates. Although he was saved, Pu Yun still hung his head, "They won't let me go." ”

"Don't be afraid. We'll get you back to work right away. I'll go to the playground after school, so that they won't dare to bully you again in their lives. ”

Facts have proved that none of us have any "experience". I was quite relaxed, thinking that I was just going to the playground after school to reason with them. Even if I had to do it, I was confident in my brother's level of fighting - after all, he had personal experience, but he never got into trouble at school. However, this time he seems to have filled the wrong hero, the other party is not a hero, and he does not talk about "martial arts". There were five people on the playground, lined up in the setting sun, and Pu Yun was strafed by their gaze and crouched in the corner. But as soon as the strings arrived, he instantly lifted up his spirit of one hundred and twenty points, and ran to our side under their noses. It's hard to describe the facts that followed, but it was the first and last time I had a group fight in elementary school, and I mustered all the courage to run away, and I didn't hide behind my brother, and fought back heavily in the gap between being beaten. I pinned down two people, and they must have thought that I could play two as well as my brother, so they gave me the same "special attention". It was very surprising that Pu Yun, including me, might think that he was just a moving sandbag, or a very short sandbag, but he bit the only person who dealt with him, and the ghost cried wolf in pain, and scolded Pu Yun for being a mad dog. Over there, I don't remember exactly, but it was the two people in the toilet who hit him, and I guess they didn't take advantage of it.

The final ending is very standard, some students saw the tragic scene on the playground with fewer blows and more and fearless in the face of difficulties under the bloody sun, and they were deeply moved and did not hesitate to sue the teacher. Everyone was dragged to the door of the dean's office like chicks, and they called the parents one by one. On every phone call, the dean of education only said one sentence: Your son is in the underworld.

The matter got bigger, but it was solved. Through investigation, the teachers confirmed that someone in Class 5 had indeed partnered to bully Pu Yun - the term is now called "school bullying". The end result was that all five of them wrote a pledge that they would never bully anyone again, and at the same time were criticized under the national flag. As for the three of us, there is nothing else to do but a 400-word review. Coincidentally, it was the first time for us to write a review. 400 words is a lot for us in the third grade, and we wrote it for a long time, and we also helped each other count word by word to check if it was all together.

From that day on, Pu Yun was transferred to our class, and the gang never bothered him again. Sometimes I suspect that it is the two of them who have good grades and those five who have bad grades that the teacher will believe us.

After that, Pu Yun seemed to have become a little follower of Xianxian. After class, eating, and school, they are stuck behind him, and they have to go to the toilet together. That's why he wanted to join the team three times and twice. The coach didn't want him, and it was useless for both of us to talk to him. He really didn't have any foundation at all, and his physical fitness was very poor, and he was out of breath after two laps, which was completely unsuitable for sports. So, every Wednesday and Friday training afternoon, he would lie alone on the playground fence and watch us silently, and would quietly follow us when he jogged, and when the training was over, he would come over and practice with the strings. It is said that it is practice, but in fact, Xianxian teaches him basic movements like a kindergarten teacher. From passing, dribbling and shooting. Pu Yun's skills were all taught by Xianxian himself. Sometimes Zhao Rui and Shi Zhenhua will also stay and practice, and over time, everyone will be familiar with it. At that time, classes ended at half past two on Wednesdays and Fridays, and the training was still light and breezy, the sky was blue, the playground was green, and the school was quiet, except for the muffled sound of sneakers hitting the ball. The sun shines down, illuminating everything so beautifully, like a distant dream. Later, the coach found that Pu Yun had improved a little, and found that he was left-handed, and his habitual foot was also left-footed, but he finally took him in, although more often he was only asked to carry water and send the ball. The only thing Pu Yun can talk about is to kick a free kick, that is also Xianxian taught him, the apprentice is naturally not as good as the master, the team has been arranged by Xianxian and Wu Wenda to arrange the set-piece, and the coach can't just because he played a good free kick, just because he played a free kick well, he sent a player who couldn't go up in offense, couldn't get back in defense, and only had more than ten minutes of physical fitness on the field.

However, Xianxian always told Pu Yun, don't think too low of yourself, people who underestimate you will have to pay the price. I thought it was just an ordinary word of encouragement, until I found out that Pu Yun took this sentence as a life motto and said it on the day he surpassed me in long-distance running. The strings are so bad, and Pu Yun really believed his nonsense. I was only the third from the bottom, but I ended up being the second from the bottom.

From the first to the third from the bottom, Pu Yun's efforts are unimaginable. On his birthday, he invited the two of us and Zhao Rui and Ah Hua to KFC. While eating, he suddenly sighed that he hadn't eaten hamburgers and fried chicken for half a year. Everyone was surprised and asked why, but he was a little embarrassed and said that he wanted to lose weight. Every day after school, you can see him running and running on the playground, as if chasing his own shadow.

In the fourth and fifth grades, Xianxian became more and more of a star in the team. Whether it's results, ball skills or popularity, the strings are very good. For a while, everyone ridiculed that our team was not a certain elementary school team, but a "Ke Pei string team". There were several games in which we couldn't break the deadlock, and in the end we relied on Xianxian to use our individual ability to kick a shocking and unreasonable world wave to win. It seems that as long as he is on the court, the game will never be decided until the last second. Pu Yun also wrote an essay, blowing the strings to the sky, wearing colorful holy clothes, stepping on seven-colored auspicious clouds, looking like a hero of the world. In reality, there are no colorful holy clothes and seven-colored auspicious clouds, but after Xianxian scored a stunning goal, he will always run on the green field, and his back in the bright sun must linger in everyone's heart.

People respect me, too. But I think their respect is not because of how good I am, but because I have a good brother. Xianxian is their friend, and I am Xianxian's brother, so I always have to give a little face. Just like Pu Yun always calls Brother Xianxian, and by the way, he also calls me Big Brother, as if I am the leading boss. I'm just older than them. So, sometimes I don't really like to get along with my brother's friends. Pu Yun is okay, after all, we both have been beaten for each other, and we also said in the review together, "I won't dare next time". Ah Hua was my training partner, he practiced shooting, I practiced saves. Zhao Rui, I haven't done anything for him, and he hasn't done anything for me, but he wants to take my younger brother away. Every time I notice this, I want to take the strings back at all costs. He's my brother, and he's mine alone. Even Xianxian himself said so, his best friend is his brother, and he will always be his brother.

But there is no such thing as "forever." There was no such thing as a feast, it all ended in early November in fifth grade, shortly after our 11th birthday. I left the team. Ah Hua invited me back several times, but I didn't agree, and I didn't even want to watch the game.

Pu Yun transferred to Ah Hua's class and continued to play. Later, I heard from a classmate who I didn't know well that Pu Yun got better and better the more he played, and he got the main position in the team. There was a crucial game where the team won a free kick in the last minute. Pu Yun stood in front of the ball, ran gently in the drizzle, and sent the ball into the net with a fallen leaf ball that pierced the rain screen. The referee blew the whistle after this wonderful goal was scored, and in the astonishment of the opponent and the joy of his teammates, Pu Yun knelt on the ground and cried very sadly, 10,000 times sadter than when he was bullied before. Probably so, I heard, after all, the broken time is vague, and I don't know if what I remember is true or not. All I knew was that time would never come back, but now it was like a shattered and pasted mirror, reappearing in front of my eyes with countless cracks.

The lost time found me. This time, it seems that there is no way back, but to go up and fight with it.