I have forgotten a lot, and I don't know how to remember, let alone whether I should remember it.

I don't understand why there is such a boy, he is too far ahead of this age group. I know him very well, because we used to be very similar, and I don't know what some of the things he said really represented? But there was always a reason for him, maybe it was his wishful thinking, maybe it was part of his time in another era.

I went back to my seat and took out the familiar textbook from elementary school, there was no mechanical pencil, the water-based pen was still the oldest version, and there was a sudden hard feeling in the touch of my fingertips, I took out the small black box, flipped it over and opened it, it was a pen that had been filled with ink, and there was a note underneath, with Juanxiu's small characters on the note, brother, welcome back, in this era, I wish you happiness.

I watched in silence for a long time. My heart is mixed, this is not only my feelings for this era, but also my feelings about the present, the sun is unscrupulously sprinkled on my body, while warm, I have a sense of nostalgia, I want to have countless days and nights, the sun is also sprayed on everyone's body like this, but no one cherishes it, until six years, like a lifetime, three years of junior high school is like soundproofing, and then to high school and college,

I believe that everyone has some regrets in their hearts. Why is the original self so weak and incompetent, and how much has been lost in the passage of time, we can't feel, let alone realize, this is the paper represented by fate, if there is really an hourglass of time in this world, then am I still the original self?

Apparently not anymore. I know that at that point in time, I am still alive in this world, I am still wasting time, I am still carrying out a lot of regrets, but I can't go back. No matter what timeline it is, there is no time for a second repetition, and this is the most important sentence that Ampere's professor sent us. I was shocked when I first heard it, but now that I think about it, it really is.

I pretended to read aloud the poems from the language book. I found the above content so catchy that it bothered us at first. The knowledge that I didn't want to instill in them is now like a greedy beast, diluting them like crazy, and perhaps only I can feel the beauty of this ancient poetry in the whole class.

No, maybe I'm wrong. I looked at the boy in the last seat in the back row, like a black, fluorescent chess piece, deeply embedded in the most special place in the classroom. Simple, elegant, silent and black.

It seems that I am not the only one who really understands this, and in a trance I gradually understood something, yes, I lost my memory again, I don't know if this is the future me or what the past me did, but its effect is activated again.

A girl came over with a skirt,

"Little paper, you've turned the wrong page."

"Oh, okay."

"What's wrong with you? It doesn't feel like it was the same as before. ”

I gave him a warm smile and shook my head gently,

I should remember that time anyway, whether it was warmth or suffering, I just want to run on the lawn of the school playground with my back to the sky, looking at the blue sky, preferably with that hoarse roar, anyway, I'm a child, and no one cares.

I miss many memories of my childhood, which are part of me and ......

As the class bell rang, I fell into a deep sleep when I went out, and the sun was really sleepy. I blinked, and I realized that I was really back in the classroom, and everything was so familiar.