Twenty years ago, we were in the same class in kindergarten. Later, I said that we were childhood friends, and many people didn't.
Later, I met you by chance. When the sun shines on your face, I am hopelessly in love with you.
I remember you were wearing white clothes with two braids on your head, which looked like a little dragon girl's hairstyle. But your character is not as cold and gloomy as Little Dragon Girl. You are an elf-like Huang Rong, and you are a Zhao Min who dares to love and hate.
I remember you like to use violence against me. For example, you kick my arm and leave a scar. God knows why there are iron pieces on your shoes. Is that your hidden weapon? For example, if I say something you don't like to hear, you punch me, I bite my tongue and bleed, and I lose face in front of Class One. In fact, you have a bad temper, so I just said two words "fat". Later, that "my savage girlfriend" was all the rage, and you had the cheek to ask around. They said I was like that. Really? Did I? number
I remember playing cool at that time, such as going out first after school, standing there waiting for someone with a schoolbag in one hand and a pocket in the other. Actually, I waited until you passed me. Sometimes you sneak up behind me and pat me hard. This is your usual style. Playing ghost is your strong point, especially when you let your hair down to cover most of your face. To tell you the truth, even when I think about it, I feel too scared to sleep.
I remember you loved to eat. Although you never admit that I am your man, you always sit in the back seat of my bike and let me take you to that small and shabby shop to eat delicious patties. By the way, you have another one, that is, sitting in the back always likes to lift your clothes to show your stomach, which makes me nervous every time, afraid that I will be exposed, and I almost want to steal my mother's underwear and put it on. We often ask for three meat pies, because you like to steal things from others. If there is nothing in your bowl, it is often the kind of person who eats the bowl and looks at others' bowls. In fact, you are full of oil, bared your teeth and glared. It's really ... ugly
I remember you liked that little mood. To put it bluntly, it is quite pretentious and boastful. For example, your two favorite moves: looking back and smiling, and smiling down. The most terrible thing is that you have to say it in advance. You shout, what do I want to do, and then act like a movie in slow motion, which really makes my hair stand on end and I tremble all over. One day, I took you by bike through a small yard with apricot flowers in full bloom. You suddenly jumped out of the car and said to me, I want to turn around and smile at you in that yard. I know in my heart that the main reason why you did this is that you wore a long white dress that day, and you wouldn't go if you were killed by suspenders and shorts. Then you run like a duck, stand in front of someone's yard, turn around slowly and smile back at me in the sunset. It's good for you to stand in a smug picture, but I'm always worried that a dog will come out and bite your ass. However, your trick is good. For many years, I can't forget the picture of you smiling back at me before sunset.
I remember that you like drawing butterflies very much, so you can draw that kind of butterfly. Then you began to show off your painting skills everywhere. At first, some people thought it was novel and asked you to draw in the book. You are happy, just like a big brand. Later generations are not rare, so you repeatedly ask others to find your paintings or steal them. If you want to know whether someone is in our school, you just need to open one of his textbooks. If there is a picture, it must be like a signature. Later, you also signed this signature on me, and you always draw such butterflies on my wrist, especially like tattoos. I am a big boy. You said you could draw a jackal, a tiger, a leopard, a skeleton, an eagle, and even a flower, so that I always get my clothes dirty and can't tell my mother. To further show off, you often draw a butterfly in reply to my note, which feels like a gang code word or an underground party. Many years have passed. As far as I know, besides drawing butterflies, you also learned to draw shit, which is called exquisiteness.
I remember the first time I kissed you. You cry badly and your face is full of snot. You obviously bit my lip. Why are you crying? However, if you hadn't had a big fight with your family for comfort that day, I wouldn't have had a chance to kiss you at all, what's more, you took a hard bite before you did anything, and then you cried and beat me. People said that you turned grief into strength. You are as bitter as Jiang Hulan. I was scared to run away when I saw the girl crying, because you beat me and pulled me over. It was a strong kiss, and you were clumsy and bit me several times. My poor lips are red lips, not pig lips.
I remember too much about you, me and us. It was too easy for us to get up at that time. Like all stupid children. I don't know what I want, how far the future is, what is and what is. I always thought that we had endless search, earth-shattering love, search and search.
Later, we went to two places. You studied film and television, and I studied medicine. You told me that you have too much, you have too much helplessness, you can't afford love, and you can't give love. It's up to you. When you say those words, your face is bright and sad, which is different from your naughty, happy, angry and affectionate appearance. You are always a little fake, your expression is always unreal, and you can change in an instant. Pretend to be bored when you are happy, and pretend to like when you are angry. But you were so sad at that moment. My heart is empty, not declining. I smiled. I said I was waiting for you, and I stood behind you, where you could see it when you turned around.
You left without looking back. A few years have passed. Suddenly you tell me that you are in love with someone else. He is a producer. I was drunk and confused for a while, and then I had a girlfriend who lost her temper with eyebrows and eyes like yours. Soon after. You started skipping classes to play small roles with no names and lines, and I gradually began to sneer at those children, but the more indifferent I was, the more positive I became. However, no one will beat each other up in three sentences, and no one will brag so deliberately. Then you asked me if I was still waiting, and the customary answer was, how come? I won't wait for someone. You said it was my turn to wait for you until you turned around. There are many of our classmates who are married, have children, are married and are in prison.
We met again a month ago. After everything, we finally face each other with a calm smile and a magnificent heart. You still have long white hair, and you are pretending to be elegant but you can't hide it. When I suddenly hugged you, your tears immediately came down, just like a trained Qiong Yao opera singer. I'm back, you say, back in your arms. At that moment, I thought of the chaotic scene in our later years, and my heart was very calm. People can meet and fall in love again, which is probably what everyone has longed for, especially you and me, childhood friends, I think, I am.
Your temperament hasn't changed much, and your childlike innocence is still alive. I said married. You're married. I know what you want, and you want me to go with you, just like your most yearning elopement. I don't want wealth, I just want you to share joys and sorrows with me, don't you think?
However, I can't leave. I have a stable job in this prosperous and wealthy city where we grew up. I'm the only child in my family and I have to stay. I want to get married and have children, and live in peace like all the people who come back here. I love you so much, but I can't choose to drift with you. You can pursue everything for your dreams, but I can't. My reasons are so grandiose and I am so weak, but I really can only do so.
If you had said it a few years ago, I would have followed you without hesitation, no matter where or what. Like that lingering butterfly. But now, I can only be a person who doesn't love you enough. You can only blame him or hate him.
You and I, it turned out to be a turning distance, so I'll wait here. You didn't turn back, but as soon as you turned around, I was gone.