In the first year of high school, we moved to the teaching building to take classes. Maybe it was because I was so pitiful that I was alone, or maybe the new head teacher didn't understand my character as a Huzhou Road leader, but she actually arranged for me to sit at the same table!
The moment I saw my new tablemate, it was like Sun Monkey, who had been suppressed by Wuzhishan for hundreds of years, was finally rescued. I was so excited that I almost went up to scratch my tablemate's hair and scratch the lice. Before the shift, I sat with the girl named Tingting, hand in hand to tune an autistic child who was ignoring how she talked to her. I taught it to be an activity class, sitting on a small bench and talking for half a class. stand-up comedian.
I remember one time when I came to my aunt and ate a cone to death. As a result, when I was taking geography class, my stomach hurt so bad that I fell on the table and fainted for the whole class. Because the most disliked class at that time was geography, and geography teachers basically didn’t care about discipline, so I also had the experience of lying down for a whole session in geography class before…
Until the end of get out of class bell rang, I woke up leisurely, and asked my deskmate sadly, "You don't care about me at all! I'm so sick, you don't know! Who helped you to the school hospital last time you had a stomachache? Yes! You have no conscience!"
Tingting, a girl named Tingting, stood and looked down at me, stared at me for ten seconds, and then said proudly, "Don't think I don't know, you are obviously asleep."
I:"… "
Recalling this incident again, I recounted the scene to the third master and asked him how he felt after listening to it.
The third master replied perfunctorily while drawing the drawings, "It's very good, it has the usual style of your jokes."
I glared at him angrily, "It's not a joke! It's the real thing! It really hurts!"
"Impossible, how could someone..." The third master finally felt that the atmosphere was not right when he was talking, and raised his head to look at me, "Ah, you are so pitiful, you are actually dizzy!"
I nodded, "If you were at the same table with me, what would you do?"
The third master replied, "Frankly speaking, if you were in a geography class, I would have thought you were sleeping... Ah! No!"
The second half of his sentence disappeared under the intimidation of staring at him, and immediately changed his tone, "If it were me, I would definitely not make you dizzy!"
"Like?" I thought he would take me to the infirmary immediately after seeing something wrong with me.
As a result, this guy told me: "For example, I will help you eat the cone, so that the tragedy can be prevented from the root cause!"
Seeing his expression of "This is the correct answer, come and praise me", I took a fruit puree popsicle I made myself from the refrigerator and gave it to him, "You better draw a picture."
Once in a physical education class, after playing table tennis with the third master, they sat directly on the cement table, listening to music with one earphone each. I remember listening to Fang Datong's song that day, a cover of "Red Bean". He talked a lot that day. Fang Datong, who was not very famous with me, was such a great singer. He gave me a lot of singers for Amway, all of them were quite niche, but he had a good eye. Later, these niche singers became famous and even became popular for various reasons, and then he would look lost.
Just like one day my reader group suddenly became lively, I spent more time chatting in the group than talking to him, and when I was more attentive to preparing gifts for readers than dating him, he also had the same look, tell me , "I don't want so many people to know you."
I asked him, "Didn't you say that what you like most about me is that I am very nice to people?"
He shook his head, "No, you remembered it wrong, I don't like you being nice to others, I only like you being nice to me."
His sad look immediately reminded me of the day when Fang Datong won a lot of awards. He said, "There will be many people who will like Fang Datong in the future."
The third master is sometimes really sensitive like a small animal who is not aggressive but knows to avoid danger. I touched the back of his hand and told him seriously, "Maybe one day, many people will like me, but don't worry. ,my favorite… "
When he lowered his head and waited for me to answer, I found that the promise was too numb, raised my hand and patted his shoulder, "My favorite must be the one with the best looks!"
Later, the third master didn't eat lunch in anger.
But in my heart, you are the prettiest.
I have asked the third master many times, "In high school, what was the most impressive thing about the two of us?"
The third master gave a wonderful answer in many versions.
Answer 1: "The five-dollar hamburger in our canteen downstairs is very delicious. We didn't eat dinner for a while, and we went to buy it every day. Oh, and the five-dollar chicken roll is also very delicious!"
Answer 2: "You tell everyone a yellow joke, it's very interesting!"
Answer 3: "On our way to take the shuttle bus after school, there is a dark corridor with no lights. I like that part of the road the most! Oh hehe~"
I continued to press, "Isn't there any specific thing that impressed you?"
He replied, "Specifically, I am most impressed by the yellow joke of the little mushroom, that one day..."
I had a black line, "Okay, you can stop, didn't you claim to have had a crush on me since you were a child! Can't you even remember a specific thing after having a crush for so many years?"
The third master asked back, "then do you have anything impressive?"
I said confidently, "Of course! For example, the two of us sat on the ball table listening to music together. The sky was very blue, the clouds were very big, and the leaves were very green. We listened to the picture of "Red Bean" each with one earphone. I always remember."
The third master was silent for a while, and he probably remembered that time, and then he said to me a little wrongly, "Actually, we didn't play together often in high school, and we don't have any special memories. It wasn't me that you liked at that time. ."
So I was also silent, and there was a guilty conscience that I was caught on a date with the old king next door. I broke the silence with a dry smile, "Oh, it's all so many years ago, it doesn't matter if I can't remember, ha, ha, ha, ha."
Later, he told me that although he could not remember many details, he would feel very happy every time he recalled his high school days and thought that there was always a vague figure of me in his life in those years.
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The third master has returned to Beijing from Wuhan in the past two days. When I didn't see him, I wrote so much about his lovely high school life. When I saw him, I just wanted to kick him every day. Okay, I decided to put one-third of the original literary beauty. A high school life will end tomorrow, I want to expose this neuropathy!
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