You are my inescapable memory.

0 1; Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

It is raining.

It rained cats and dogs, and the whole city was shrouded in rain.

I touched the power button, turned on the computer and got a Q as usual. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the space dynamics, where a large number was displayed. I remembered that I hadn't opened the space for a long time, although I often went to Q.

Space? Why on earth haven't you been in space for so long? Obviously, I used to go to space a lot.

Think like this, the corners of the mouth unconsciously flashed an unknown smile, and then stretched out his hand to open.

The moment the space unfolded, his breath poured in like this.

I can't escape him, because he is everywhere in diaries, photo albums and chat rooms. That's why I don't want to go to space.

He said we could meet again later.

So, I'm waiting. Waiting for our reunion.

It's just that I'm afraid you'll become a stranger tomorrow.

02; Always born in a casual year, looking back across the bank. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

I remember when he sat in front of me.

I really benefited from his kindness to me.

"I can't do this problem, please help me." I rudely poked at the sturdy back in front of me and handed him the paper.

"Very good." He turned around, reached for the paper and looked at the question I pointed out to him. There is not a trace of anger on my face, thinking that I interrupted my thinking when I was doing the problem.

He can always present me with a complete solution to the problem and then explain it to me. Sometimes I will be stubborn, and I can't get around a question. He will say it again and again until I understand it.

Actually, sometimes, I'm a little jealous of him. Why can't he do anything but thank him for his help?

At noon, the sun was burning, and the sun scorched the air in the classroom.

My head hurts more and more, and I can't stop pressing my temples like a flood.

Lying on the table feebly, trying to escape the pain in my sleep.

He just entered the classroom and didn't put down his schoolbag. When he saw me like this, he immediately said, "What's wrong with you?"

I looked up and pulled out a wry smile: "I don't know, just my head hurts."

"Do you know it's ugly to laugh like that?" He suddenly vomited and began to worry. "Could it be a fever?" He reached out and leaned against my forehead.

A chill suddenly hit my forehead and made me feel very comfortable. I don't know why he has a faint coolness on his hands all year round.

"I think I have a fever." He put down his hand. "Hurry to the infirmary, and then hurry to ask for leave to go home."

"But I have to be on duty today."

"Let me do it."

"Today's mathematics is difficult to learn. If I ask for leave with a fever, I will have to miss school for two days. I am not good at math. " I looked down, a little worried.

"I'll help you make up lessons then, I'm sure you will."

In this way, he reassured me one by one, and then threatened me to go to the school doctor's office, take my temperature and ask for leave.

He takes care of me, and I like this kind of care very much.

He sat in front of me for two years out of three years. At that time, there was no such thing as sitting at the same table, because each group was arranged vertically, so the front and back tables became one of the most beautiful relationships in the classroom.

His friendship at the front table is in place. I like sitting in the back row.

And what will happen after these three years?

We were admitted to different high schools and then broke up.

It's just that I still have good memories of knowing him.

We are always born in a casual year and look back across the bank. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

03; Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

I remember when I didn't know my grades after the middle school entrance examination, I said to him, "If your grades are better than mine, I'll ask you out and kill you."

He smiled disapprovingly, and then naturally took over my topic: "Then use the technique of a famous detective Conan."

"Ha ha! Make it look like you killed yourself, right? "

He replied solemnly, "Well, there will definitely be a detective who has seen Conan to solve the case."

"Ha ha ha ha!" Our hearty laughter has not dissipated for a long time.

Just when the results of the senior high school entrance examination can be queried by SMS, he immediately flew a short message: What happened?

If there are no mistakes, my score is 6 13.

Damn it, I am 6 1 1! Two points below you!

Isn't that great? I wouldn't have to kill you.

That's right.

The next day, we went to school to get our diplomas.

The sun was shining at the end of June, but it was not irritable at all.

He and I went for a walk in the playground, watching dragonflies lightly put water in clear puddles and smelling the fragrance of grass brought by the breeze. I suddenly said to him, "I'll sing for you at the back table."

"What' you are in the back table'? I won't. " He will come and look at me in confusion.

"We don't have a deskmate, so we can't change the title of the song. I can sing "You in the Front Row"! You won't? "

He seemed unconvinced and shouted, "Then sing!"

"Sing, who is afraid!" I cleared my throat and said:

"Tomorrow you will think of, dribs and drabs of junior high school.

Do you still care tomorrow? The canteen is overcrowded.

The teacher doesn't remember you sleeping in class.

You also happened to turn over your notes and found that you didn't remember anything.

At that time, you were always careful, and the teacher slipped in through the back door.

At that time, you will be naughty, and you will often be naughty to us.

Who helped you who didn't recite the words, who comforted you who was criticized?

Who woke you up and slept like a pig? Who copied your notes? "

He didn't respond for a long time.

"Hey, are you also moved by this song?" I smiled and shook hands with him.

He came to his senses. As a result, the first sentence was not grateful or moved, but spit: "This song should be" You at the Back Table ",not" You at the Front Table ". Why does every sentence seem to be tailored for you? "

"Slice. You hate it. " I left the pie mouth and stopped talking.

Are you in the front row? I looked up and smiled at the blue sky.

I just want to send you a song, and I don't ask everyone to get together at the end of the song.

04; Your journey will never see my old age again.

It is raining again.

The rain hit the window intensively and the rhythm was clear. But it's like knocking in my heart, and it hurts a little.

People who used to be very close now don't know what to do.

Everyone has his own place and his own way of life. No one will stand still here. He must be the same.

There are new schools, new classes and new back tables.

He may also seriously teach his new back table to do problems, and care for her, maybe sing "You in the Back Table" for her, and maybe have feelings that he never had when he was with me.

The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness.

Dear front desk, we are separated from now on. It's hard to meet again.

Your journey will never see my old age again.

But even so, you are still an inescapable memory for me.