I wonder if it’s weird if a person’s first love is boring and lengthy. When I was in my senior year of high school, when everyone else was still very busy, my parents went through all the procedures for me to go abroad early, and they were just waiting for me to get my diploma and go to the United States. ?There is a boy in our class who is known as Big P. He usually broadcasts during morning self-study, "Sports Express", "Current News", "Lunch Break", "Storytelling Continuous Broadcast" and "Evening Self-Study CLASSICAL? MUSIC", but every time he takes the test There is always the ability to sneak into the top few. The head teacher had no choice but to let him sit in the last row with me, a "free person?" ?At that time, Big P was dark and thin, with a ferocious face. He read English like the coyote in "The Lion King" and carried ancient poems, like Fan Jin who had just been shot. Really, when we went to the zoo later, the monkeys squeaked and ran away when they saw him. , he got excited, patted my head and introduced to the monkeys: "THIS? Scared away. "--That's a story for another day. ?When we first sat at the same table with me, one evening during self-study, he sang "My Sun" while I secretly drank Coke. When he reached the high note, he suddenly turned around and asked, "How is your voice?" I almost squirted all the water in my mouth. I was so angry that I hit him hard several times. But he acted as if nothing was wrong, saying that my hitting posture was wrong and therefore not harsh enough. I asked him to teach me. He was very serious and even asked me to practice with him. The first thing he said when he saw me at school the next day was: "Thirteenth sister, the few punches you hit me yesterday made me purple." While talking, he rubbed his sleeves for me to see. Later I thought that this relationship probably started from here. ?From now on, Big P will always call me Thirteenth Sister. ?My friendship with Big P has become more and more consolidated under the theme of mutual denigration and self-praising. He lives in a noisy world and always makes various noises to attract others' attention, as if this can prove something about himself. I'm used to him being like this, used to watching him make a fool of himself, used to noisy with him all day long. Often in class, I answer the questions for him while he sleeps on his stomach; when I eat, I eat lean meat and he eats fat meat because he needs "nutrition"; when he fights, I applaud him regardless of whether he wins or lose; when I memorize words during self-study, he uses functions to calculate my The amnesia rate is 88.7%; when we walk in the corridor after school, we still yell and laugh at each other. ?We are like buddies in the third grade of high school. We have a tacit understanding as much as possible. ?I have heard a saying that everyone is an arc, and two people who can exactly form a circle are a pair. At that time, I especially believed this sentence. I feel more and more that Big P and I are exactly the same in nature - simple and direct, without any hesitation. I am confident that I know him better than anyone else, because he is basically me. One time I said to Big P: "I seem to have been in the senior year of high school all my life." I ignored Big P calling me "Tianshan Child Grandma". I had a thought in my heart, and this thought is of eternal importance. ?I graduated from high school and Big P is still my buddy. ?Looking back now, there has never been any emotional issues between us, because at the time I felt there was no need to talk about many things. I decided that if I like him, then he must also like me. Does this need to be said? I know in my heart that I will come back sooner or later, because I have found my half of the circle. I think this is fate. No one can separate it, even if it turns around a thousand times. Before leaving, Big P said: "Don't be complacent, maybe it's just the two of us after a few years of tossing." This is what I heard him say. I will never forget the last words. ?In the college entrance examination that year, Da P entered Peking University. And as soon as I arrived in Los Angeles, there was an explosion in the Chinese restaurant next door, and half of the wall of my house was gone. I moved, took a year off from school, and sent Big P an email with only three words: "I have moved." I didn't tell him the phone number of my new home. ?The neighbor of the new home is a deaf-mute couple, and their vegetable garden is the best in the entire neighborhood. They often bring some fresh vegetables, and after my mother cooks them, she invites them over to eat. I have never seen such a loving couple. Sometimes they sign in sign language. When I look at it, I think of the circle and the big P, and my heart aches. I bought this book and spent an autumn learning sign language by myself. In this way, I slowly entered this silent world. ?They can't hear and can only sense each other with close gaze. They are so peaceful and calm. This is a world that the big ?P can never understand.

?I have nothing to do. In addition to practicing sign language with my neighbors, I go to the basketball hall every two days to collect signatures for Big P. I met more than a dozen people?:p?, and even took the initiative to confess that I was chasing girls. I sat in front of the computer all afternoon, saying one thing to myself over and over again: "Don't cry, don't cry, there's nothing wrong with it." But by the time I was having dinner, I couldn't shed any tears. My parents have long been used to me being in a daze, so they didn’t ask anything. ?More forward, it will be spring. I am still the same, but my sign language has become professional. Under the careful guidance of me as a "love mentor", Big P has won the first battle. I thought, as long as he is happy, I should be happy too, and it would be nice to be his buddy. The New York Symphony Orchestra was coming to perform, and I worked behind my parents' backs mowing other people's lawns for a month before I could save enough tickets. I secretly brought a small tape recorder in and recorded a live version of CLASSICAL MUSIC for Big P. Big P replied to the E-MAIL and complained that I only listened to the concert and didn't even know that the first tape had been recorded, so I missed a large section. ?I silently said I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and the tears flowed out again. When I returned to Beijing in June, the debate competition that Big P participated in happened to be the finals. I didn't want him to know that I was back, so I sneaked into the venue quietly. Over the past year, Big P has grown into a team of five and six people. When he concluded his speech, everyone laughed and applauded. I knew he played well, and I had known it for a long time. The debate is over, Big P and the others won. When I came off the field, I saw a pretty girl smiling and walking towards Big P. But at that moment, I knew that what Big P needed was for someone to give him a basin of cold water, so that he would not become so complacent that he forgets his true form. I know, but this is no longer important. ?After I returned to the United States, there were two letters in my mailbox with a big ?P. The first letter said that he saw a person who looked exactly like me in the debate finals. His name was Thirteenth Sister. He ignored him, so it was obviously not the case, but it was amazing that he looked like this. The second letter said that although his current girlfriend is good, he always feels like there is something between them. He asked me how we can go straight to each other? ?I typed a reply on the computer, telling him that I was actually his half of the circle, but we could never make a circle again. ?I have kept this letter but have not sent it. ?I didn’t tell Big P my home phone number. ?I can always get autographs from stars easily. ?I went behind my parents’ back to earn money to watch the performance, and I didn’t even know the tape was finished. ?I don’t want Big P to know that I returned to Beijing. ?I just gave up half of my circle silently. ?Because, after the Chinese restaurant explosion, I had to rely on hearing aids to live.