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Li Lifen: Classmates are like brothers and sisters| prose

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Li Lifen: Classmates are like brothers and sisters| prose

Brotherhood refers to the feelings between brothers and sisters. It is often described as a good relationship between people as "brotherhood and brotherhood". And the classmates of our generation are also the special feelings left over from that difficult era, similar to brotherhood and better than brotherhood.

I graduated from Kyoyama Prefecture High School in 1974. When they go to school, male and female students do not speak, even if they go to the countryside to work together, they do not speak for a week in the countryside. What do the male classmates think of me, or I don't know one or two until I am in my sixties. This all depends on the development of science and technology now, and WeChat has linked everyone together.

The students who have been separated for more than 40 years are eager to meet each other, look at each other's current appearance, and talk about everyone's career and family after graduation. Several male classmates unabashedly told them what they thought of me at that time in WeChat. What "imagination", "admiration for you", "the best academic performance, the most beautiful people" ah... Full of praise, there is no trace of strangeness at all. At that time, we did not study well, but we wanted to "learn to work, to learn agriculture, and to study the army." Due to the limited conditions in the county, the most common is "learning to farm". I remember once the class group went to the countryside to pick up large dung to water pea seedlings, and when I crossed a small ditch, I fell down, and the feces soiled the military pants I was wearing. These details are remembered by the male classmates who were later admitted to Shanghai Jiaotong University, who was the class president at the time. Seeing him mention this matter in WeChat, my tears could no longer be suppressed...

Finally waited to meet. A man who lives near the East Lake also said that the gasoline in Qingshan District is cheap and wants to come to Qingshan to refuel. I knew in my heart that he must have wanted to invite me to his car and find a suitable reason. He is a retired cadre of the former Wugang Steel and knows the road of Qingshan very well. I was just afraid of going out alone, and it was a fruit lake party at night, and this classmate drove to pick me up just to eliminate my concerns.

Li Lifen: Classmates are like brothers and sisters| prose

"Hey, hey! I'm a black car with double flashing taillights! "

I searched as he said and didn't see him; he parked his car to look for me, and I finally found him.

Before we could greet each other, I saw a lump of napkin stuffed in his nostrils, and the blood had soaked the paper.

"What's wrong with your nose?"

"I was driving to get a call from you, and I didn't pay attention to it and hit the steering wheel!"

"Oops! Let's find a hospital, shall we? "I look guilty.

"It's all right! It's okay! It's good in a moment! "

Looking at this old classmate with napkins plugged in his nostrils, it was as if he thought he was his own brother.

I remember that when he was studying, he especially liked physical exercise, and he always played volleyball or football on the playground after class. The impression is that he is a decent boy, who does not speak much and is very thoughtful. At the party, he talked less and listened more, holding his mobile phone and constantly helping everyone take pictures and videos, and then forwarding them to everyone. Although he is only a few months older than me, he has the style of a big brother. He broke his nose to answer my phone, which really made me feel bad for a few days. Even between sisters and relatives, it's just that, right?

The former classmate's hair was also white, and his face was also "blooming with chrysanthemums". A male phD supervisor who is still working praised me for "still seeing the appearance of youth"; I think he will definitely speculate on the psychology of women and "catch up with the words of the first year of the first year".

After the reunion of classmates in the north and south of the world, it was "back" to WeChat. In a group of more than 100 classmates, I expressed my gratitude and guilt in words to this old classmate who had only bleeding from my nose for me. In the later private conversation, I was also willing to confide in him some of the bitterness in my heart, because he would not laugh at me, but would only enlighten and encourage me. When people feel uncomfortable in their hearts, find a trusted old classmate to "release" it, and suddenly feel that the pressure is much easier.

This is the classmate relationship that I have played with brotherhood.

Li Lifen: Classmates are like brothers and sisters| prose

This article is original by Li Lifen, welcome to pay attention, take you along with long knowledge!

About the Author:

Li Lifen: Classmates are like brothers and sisters| prose

Li Lifen, who worked in Jiangxia District Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in 1978, was the chief nurse of the hospital. In 1992, he was transferred to the health center of the sixth company of the CCCC Second Aviation Bureau. After retiring at home, the husband and wife duo ran a clinic for more than ten years. He loves literature and has published dozens of articles in newspapers and periodicals such as Chutian Metropolis Daily.

Reviewer: Zhang Xuewen

Illustration: Figureworm creative

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