Forgotten Friendship Prose

Years ago, Tsai Chin sang a song called Forgotten Time: Who is knocking on my window, who is playing the strings. That forgotten time... I can't help but feel lonely and sad when listening to it.

Along the path of growth. What is forgotten is not just time.

I was in the second grade of junior high school when I met Dongdong. I was surprised at how there could be such a good-looking child. Then together. I don’t know who attracts whom. At that time, I was an excellent child in the eyes of the teacher. Be proud of being favored. I was surrounded by a bunch of good friends at that time. Dongdong is also the same. Literally forget how we got better. I just remember that at that time we loved walking on both sides of the street holding hands. The mottled tree shadows fell on our heads and faces. Later, the tall and dense tree crowns on both sides of the road were cut down. Revealing the clean blue sky. Occasionally there will be big clouds passing by.

During class, we passed notes across thousands of miles of water or exchanged seats with others, sitting together with our heads down and laughing secretly. The happiness was so simple that it was almost ethereal. I still remember that when I had a cold, Dongdong cut a large roll of toilet paper into small pieces and handed it to me. I felt touched when I wiped my nose with it but I didn't say anything.

We went to class together and went to the toilet together and walked together on the way to school after school as the sun set. At that time, every day was filled with the happiness of a young age. That happiness overdrawn our lifelong friendship in advance, and I didn't see any signs.

Later Dongdong’s father passed away. I never dared to say anything. That black and sensitive topic is like a festering scar that I dare not touch. Dongdong seldom smiled after that. After that, we rarely even spoke. Like the most familiar stranger. I always thought there must be something missing among us. And not just a little bit. When I was thinking about it, we had already graduated from junior high school. I have tried to prayerfully mend the wounds between us. But when I stretched out my hand, no one held it.

After finishing a junior high school, we went to a high school. in different classes. I often meet him on the way to or from school. His posture on the bicycle is lonely. Sometimes we don't say anything and just walk together. Sometimes I just listen to what I say. Later we were all in our senior year of high school.

That year, as an art student, I went to a city in the north with a portfolio to study painting. Displaced. I feel so homesick that I hold the receiver and just want to cry. I received a letter when I learned to be patient and strong. The letter is from Dongdong. He said he hasn't written a note to you for a long time. Please forgive me. I cried while listening to several tapes at night. My harm to you. The trampling on our friendship made me burst into tears. I don’t want to lose this friendship in my lifetime. I'm a little confused as I write this. Should I write this letter or not? I want to tell you that I cherish this feeling a hundred times more than before...

The handwriting melted in tears. Like ethereal black flowers. I can imagine his lonely look as tears fell down his face.

I read again the letter Dongdong wrote to me at that time. When I saw the end of a letter signed "I will love you forever", I wanted to cry. Who can accompany whom as far as possible.

The days of learning painting are lonely and lonely. I once held David’s face in the studio and said, David, I am lonely. He still looked at me expressionlessly. I pressed my lips onto the cool white plaster.

After taking the additional art exam, I came back calmly. Dongdong has short hair. Send new ones. So handsome that I can barely recognize him. It's really been too long since we last met. He just laughs. Then we continued to ride bicycles side by side on the busy roads when going to school or after school. Sometimes I whistle a happy whistle or two.

We had a class once in our senior year of high school. I'm in the same class with Dongdong again. That’s when I started getting to know kids. The child is a person obsessed with words. I often read and buy books. The first book I read was "Looking Ugly". I like simple children. So I want to start a friendship with him. But he didn't follow me when I turned around. Then I left school to study painting. Later he explained to me why he didn't hold my hand. He said that when you wanted to get close to me very early on, you always had no enthusiasm to build a friendship with you at that time. I admit that I was unhealthy at that time. Doing a lot of things is just clinging to them for no reason. So don't take it too seriously. He also said that he most yearned for you to be able to wander around with a picture folder on your back. Therefore, I was most fascinated by you on that early spring day when you were wearing a gray casual T-shirt and walking on the road with a picture folder and an ice cream on your back.

Seeing you suddenly reminds me of the dream buried deep in my heart. Although your appearance that day is only part of the dream. At that moment I was suddenly moved, we will definitely be inseparable.