Da Bing, thank you, I have not lost such a friend

When I saw this sentence, I didn’t have to open my heart or think hard. Your appearance was already fixed on that page. I couldn’t see clearly the words below, and all I could see was you.

The first time I met you was the first day of school. You shouted to me in the dormitory: "Come on, classmates, the teacher is going to speak in the class." After that, you ran out in a hurry. By the time I put down what I was holding, you had already disappeared.

What a fiery girl.

I have had two despairing shortcomings since I was a child: face blindness and road blindness. Looking at the campus of Nottingham University, several similar-looking teaching buildings are neatly arranged, echoing from front to back, staggered from left to right, and stairs extending in all directions. I was dumbfounded again as expected. When I finally found the classroom, the teacher was already eloquent on the stage.

You waved to me, and I saw you occupied a seat for me with your own cup. When you know that in order to find a classroom, I walked around the school twice and climbed into the wrong two buildings and asked three classmates, you laughed.

From then on, you walked with me when you went back to the dormitory; you walked with me when you ate; you even walked with me when you went to the toilet.

You are particularly sensitive to all people and things. On the way to dinner, you asked me: "The girl who walked by just now has really nice shoes, what do you think?"

I was stunned for a moment and replied: "Ah, yes, they are really nice. ”

You deliberately asked me what color those shoes were, and naturally I couldn’t answer because I had never seen that girl at all.

You are not angry when I face my perfunctory behavior, just like I don’t mind when you deliberately tease me.

Probably because you are by my side, I never pay attention to the things around me. Because I know that even if I close my eyes every day, I still know a lot about things in school.

You will tell me: Which aunt in the cafeteria is in a bad mood, please change the window to get food.

Which girl in the class had double eyelid micro plastic surgery.

Students in which class had a dispute on campus.

Who is the school belle having an affair with?

At that time, you were my clairvoyant and my ear. I told you not to mind your own business, but in my heart I was secretly envious of your social skills.

My personality is somewhat opposite to yours, and there are very few classmates in the class with whom I am close friends. I was always too quiet and withdrawn. I believe in the loneliness and sadness of the ancients. I think Li Qingzhao's "miserable and miserable" is the most beautiful, and Lin Daiyu's "Moonlight Night Burying Flowers" is the most ecstatic.

I live in my own world, sitting alone in my seat reading various books, copying lyrics and taking notes. Barely involved in any activities.

But I never worry, because I have you.

As time went by, some of my classmates talked about me in front of you, saying that I had a dull personality, could only study, and was extremely boring. You were anxious at that time and called them sparrows, knowing the ambitions of swans.

Later, when I found out the truth of the matter, you said proudly: "Didn't that sentence of mine sound very knowledgeable? This is the most elegant sentence I have ever said in my life. I look exactly like you."

I said, "Yes!" I had already experienced several ups and downs in my heart, and my eyes were filled with tears.

You always understand me best.

You know that I have a sick brother at home, and my life is tight. So every time the season changes, I run home and rummage through the cabinets, pack up my brother’s clothes, take them to school in big and small bags, and then let me Carry it home.

You said: "My brother has no clothes to wear. If you take them back, your brother will be my brother." I was so moved that I didn't even say a word of thanks.

Once, the teacher collected the family information of the students, and everyone could self-recommend and write a poverty application to receive state subsidies. You encouraged me again and again, but I didn't want to write, and I tried my best to protect the last bit of my backbone. At least, I could build a memorial arch even if I starved to death.

Seeing that I am hard to carve out of rotten wood, you got anxious and forgot that there was a teacher on the stage, and shouted to me louder: "The little wool you earn from working during the winter and summer vacations is enough for you to eat and pay for your tuition." Oh, that's the country's money. You don't want to have a lot of people waiting for it. How can you pretend to be noble...?" I covered her spitting mouth, and the whole class looked at me.

Later you asked me, why were my hands salty that day?

I said without hesitation: sweating.

I still dare not tell you that I tended to have a recurrence of rhinitis that day, so I used that hand to wipe my nose.

Later, under your coercion and inducement, I still wrote a poverty application, which was two to three hundred words long. You said: "You are so stingy. Write more and you will die. Write down all your birth, old age, illness, death, sadness and autumn."

I said: "No, even though Massachusetts is It’s small and has all the essentials.”

The number of subsidy places for poor students is small. It is said that more than half of the students in the class have applied, but only a few have been approved, and I am one of them. When I got the money, it was more than 2,000 yuan a dozen, which is more than what I earned after working at McDonald's for a month. Who doesn't like free money?

The night I got the money, I took you to the school supermarket and said loudly to you: "Sister, I'm going to be bold and treat you to something to eat. If there is no store like this in this village, you can take whatever you want. Don't worry." Be polite and cherish the opportunity." I said this so casually that the supermarket proprietress almost burst into tears and hugged my lap.

In the end, you only chose the bag of spicy strips. Fifty cents.

……

Not long after, someone in the class spread a rumor: "Hey, knock on the blackboard, knock on the blackboard, someone in our class has no father or mother, and his younger brother is sick. , That’s terrible, she received poverty subsidy. Yesterday, I saw her eating meat in the cafeteria. Do you think it’s true or not?”

She spoke in a loud voice, and I heard it all. In the ears. Thinking on your knees you knew they were talking about me. The prototype of the story is an article I published in the school magazine. The protagonist in the article lost his parents early and was sent to live with relatives. He has a younger brother who is seriously ill and cannot walk.

Yes, the story I wrote is certainly suitable for me, and the protagonist’s personality is very similar to mine.

I didn’t explain and pretended not to hear. I thought to myself: Speak kind words to a good person, but ignore a scumbag. But when I returned to the dormitory at night, I couldn't help but shed tears of grievance.

You were angry again. I just lay in bed for a while, and you started scolding those people in the class, one to four, and there were a few people applauding and watching the joke. You are such a hero.

This is a big deal. Countless bees flew out of the nest as if they were killing themselves, and no one who was wrong could escape a sting.

Both you and them were punished by the school, and your names were announced on the school radio station for a week.

You acted as if nothing was wrong and reassured me: "Don't worry, with you here, I won't be unable to graduate."

I did help you get high marks in every subject. You passed the exam and you graduated successfully. It was only later that I found out that you didn’t learn professional knowledge well and didn’t pass the professional certificate exam. I couldn’t help you. I was incompetent and I had really harmed you.

For internship, I went to Beijing, but you stayed in your hometown.

I stay in Beijing to work, and you get married and have children in your hometown.

The distance is far away, time flies, and your daughter is already in kindergarten. We also talk less and less. The last time I sent a WeChat message was just before the Spring Festival.

I said: "Dear, I'm going home."

You replied: "Oh."

I said: "I'm engaged, let's get married together." "Juju."

You didn't reply.

An hour later, I saw a photo of the child in your circle of friends. The daughter was wearing a pink hat and her bunny ears were flipping left and right. She was very cute.

I looked at my phone in a daze, with thousands of words ready to come out, and all my life was exhausted, and I was holding back internal injuries in my stomach. After that, there was no more.

We all made new friends and had new life experiences. In the circle of friends, your moods alternate between joy and sorrow; in the photos, your figure has not changed, and you are wearing clothes I have never seen before; in your arms, the place where I once stayed is now replaced by a strange face...

We are not separated by the world, but we have reached the end of the road.

Tears gathered in the eyes and squeezed the throat. Picked up the phone and looked at the familiar profile picture.

"Nizi, what are you busy with? Where is my daughter? I miss you."

One minute later.

"Damn it, I haven't seen you for a long time. Come back soon. My daughter, come and call me..."

Do you know? No matter where I die, I will die back to you.

Five years ago, by the school’s artificial lake, under the largest willow tree, I called you Xiao Nizi, and you called me Dead Nizi. Laughing, haha, endless loop. Stupid or not.

Well, it’s quite silly.