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The past by the stream (2)
? This is a love letter, a love letter written by A Fang and I ***. But this love letter, just like his thoughts, slowly collects dust over time, and is eliminated by the stream of time into the corner of our memory.
? I haven’t seen the girl who walked into his life barefooted in the love letter for a long time, a long time, probably more than ten years.
At that time, the girl walked out of the grass by the river, with long black wet hair and a pair of white and delicate legs standing in front of A Bian. "Give way." A Fang heard the voice, raised his head, and saw the girl. Years later, when I mentioned this scene, he said that he had forgotten the details and only remembered that the sound of the gurgling stream was particularly clear that day.
? Sometimes, the voice is indeed more memorable than the face.
? After a quick glance, I can’t forget it. Mr. Alfang and I wrote the above love letter together. He described the intention and I beautified the language. This letter hides all the uneasiness of A Fang's adolescence, like a big stone hanging in the air, heavy and hard.
? It was one day when the principal of my school criticized two girls in the third grade of junior high school during the flag-raising ceremony. They were pregnant and were met by the principal when they went to the hospital for an abortion. What was even more embarrassing was that they didn't know who the father of the child was. At that time, I jokingly told Al Fang, if you catch up with that girl, don't kill anyone. A Fang said, what are you thinking about? We are only in the first year of junior high school.
? Later, at the end of the first year of junior high school, the girl sang a song "Butterfly Spring" on the stage. The crisp vitality of the girl's voice and the melodiousness of the song itself made people quite intoxicated. . If she was a flying butterfly at that time, then there were many eyes around her looking at her enthusiastically, including Al Fang.
? "I plan to find an opportunity to give her a love letter." A Fang said, staring at the figure on the stage.
? However, reality is often crueler than fantasy. Before A Fang had time to send the love letter, the girl had a boyfriend. The beloved girl got on the back seat of the ruffian's motorcycle, hugged the ruffian's waist, and rested her head on the ruffian's shoulder. A Fang's adolescent anxiety finally let go, and the stone hit him hard, hitting his heart.
? If things develop to this point, this is nothing more than a youth story of failed first love, but it is definitely not what I want to say next.
When the girl changed several boyfriends, she gradually became known as a girl who could do anything for her husband. Al Fang didn't want to believe this, even though he sometimes saw girls staying outside the school at night.
Finally, a gangster who lived in the same dormitory as me and Al Fang caught up with the girl. In the dormitory, the ruffian often shared his bed experiences with the girl, what positions she liked to use, how white her legs were, and how she screamed.
? The big stone fell on Al Fang's heart and rolled a few times, crushing Al Fang's heart to bleed.
? After that, other gangsters shared their stories with her. Al Fang seemed numb, and he no longer looked at the girl eagerly. When he met her and passed each other, he just politely said "give way", just like the girl said when they first met.
? Later, when the graduates dispersed and sparrows flew around, many people lost contact with each other. Al Fang and I maintained intermittent contact.
When A Fang and I graduated from college again and entered Vanity Fair, we never thought of this long past.
? Some time ago, Al Fang mentioned this matter and said that he met her again.
"Oh, what a coincidence." I was very interested. "Tell me, don't you also see a pair of beautiful legs and then see a person." I said jokingly.
"It's true," he nodded and lit a cigarette, "I saw those legs and thought they looked good. Then I looked up and saw her."
"Oh, where did I meet you?" I asked.
"Nightclub, I met it when I was accompanying a client." Al Fang's face was hidden behind large clouds of smoke, and his expression was unclear.
"Then, did you have sex with her?"
? Al Fang nodded, "When we got to the bed, she was lying there, and I saw the dark circles under her eyes and a His face looked tired and he didn’t have that thought.”
“Didn’t you recognize her?” I asked.
"What are you doing by recognizing me?" A Fang turned around and looked at me and said, "Do you humiliate her by recognizing me? What's more, she probably can't recognize me or remember me. After all, I don't even have my last name." The name has been changed."
? The person who walked into his life with bare feet and whom he had missed for many years met him again wearing stockings with fireworks and flirtatious eyes, but he didn't feel it in his heart. There are no fluctuations, only emotion and sadness.
? What I want to say is that girls who don’t cherish themselves should be in such a situation. I just remembered that not every bad girl starts out as a bad girl.
Just like the girl Al Fang misses so much, she is also a left-behind child, living with her grandfather at home.
When puberty comes and she longs for love and care, no one tells her what love and sex are like. No one told her how to treat love at that time, no one told her how to protect her body. She would not know how the boys she had been with described her body in front of others.
? All the school and society told her was that love and sex are scourges. But love and sex are obviously beautiful, but they are not suitable for contact too early.
? Of course, everyone is responsible for their own destiny, and all mistakes are mostly due to themselves.
? It’s just that I hope that in the future, there will be more teachers and more schools that can educate children in this way and educate those teenagers who have just entered adolescence and are beginning to desire independence, respect and love. .
? You are a girl, please protect your body. Sex is your freedom, but premature exposure to sex will damage your body, and the society will look at you differently because of your behavior. Young love is beautiful, but there are many beautiful things in a person's life. Don't give up an entire forest for a tree, and don't let it block your life.
? You are a boy, please don't do evil. The sexual desire of adolescent boys is like wildfire. Please don't start this wildfire on an innocent girl. You have to learn to distinguish between love and sex, and you have to learn to control this wildfire. When you can control it, you will become a warm flame that will not burn those girls who approach you like moths.
? Life is like a hard journey. We have traveled many dusty journeys, learn to cherish and protect ourselves, learn not to do evil, and someone will walk into your life barefoot. , there will also be people willing to squat down and wash the mud off your feet.
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