I want to talk to you about the thing that has been buried in my heart (1)

Once, that thing was buried in my heart, and whenever I look back, I can't let it go for a long time. ...

I remember when I was in primary school that year, my family lived opposite the school. At that time, my family opened a shop that made baby products and toys. I was naive and happy at that time. Basically, every time my mother takes me shopping, I am very excited because I can see many interesting toys. Even after buying it, I often cheat when I leave. I want my mother to buy that four-wheel drive car. At that time, my mother could never beat my little somersault.

That afternoon, as usual, I lied to my mother that I had gone to school after lunch and had a rest. At that time, before the school gate was opened, I habitually walked to that alley, which was one of all the fun in my primary school: the canteen.

There are three or four canteens next to the school, and one is built under the residential building. I walked to the side, which is the corridor of the stairs of the residential building. It is a path that my whole primary school especially likes. Almost every day at noon, I go there to play small cards. That's right, it's the kind of small card with hands crossed, palms open and hitting the ground hard.

As usual that day, I went to the "old place" with a small bag of cards. I can see that there are many like-minded friends gathered there. "It seems that I will win again today!" I walked and my heart was dark and bright. I looked around and found a boy looking for someone like me to learn palm art. Just like a cheetah catching prey, I straightened up and went straight over and patted him on the shoulder. "? A word? "I said close to his ear, and he was immediately interested, so we found a vacant lot in the path where no one played and sat down cross-legged. Looking back now, it was really dirty, with a lot of gray layers. )

Playing and playing, his pockets are getting less and less, and my pockets are getting less and less full. I was so proud at that time, just like the popular saying "You laugh like a 200-pound fat man", but now he is unhappy and wants me to return it to him. I was too competitive at that time, so I didn't agree to his unreasonable request of "willing to gamble and lose"! So I didn't pay much attention to him, waved and told him that I was willing to gamble and give up; Then he walked out of the path and I started looking for boys to continue playing.

Halfway through the game, a group of people taller than me suddenly came in, and I continued to play without paying much attention; At this time, one of the regiments pointed at me, and the regiment came over, as if it were taller than me!

I was stunned at once, but when I looked closely, I found that the boy who played small cards with me just now was pointing at me, and I probably knew what was going on. I thought, "No, I can't afford to play so much …" By this time, the people around me had already left, and I was surrounded by this group of people in a dark corner of the path. I still remember how proud that boy was at that time. The tall man in the middle seems to be their leader. I thought, too bad, I can't run away now. The eldest brother came up to me and asked me, "Did you bully him?" I'll be more embarrassed. Is this the legendary thief calling for a thief?

Then the lead brother gave me a kick without saying anything. At that time, he forgot to kick a few feet, but vaguely remembered that I peed my pants unconsciously. ...

After they left, I got up slowly and smelled strongly. There were still ten minutes before class. I'm afraid to smell it from my classmates. I have been holding my wet pants with my hands until they are no longer so wet. I looked at the time and ran away.

My deskmate is my good friend. He looked up when I sat down in my seat carefully. "Why did you come so late? I've never seen you so late, "he said, rolling his eyes. I was afraid that he would see my difference, so I replied, "There was something at home today, and I almost forgot the time."

The bell rang and I've been trying to cover up the smell on my pants. During my good friends, I occasionally looked at me and asked me what was wrong. I said nothing; In this way, the bell finally rang and I was ready to go out. At that time, school was not over yet, and I was getting ready to get up, because I was afraid that my classmates would smell it. My good friend grabbed me and asked me what was wrong, but I still told him that he was fine. He knew something was wrong with me. He said, "I smell it. Tell me what's wrong." I saw him asking. I looked at him as if he had taken a bitter pill.

I felt a little like crying. I am actually very strong, but at this time, I don't know why a boy's eyes are red. ...

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