Friends are a topic we can't avoid all our lives!
Xiaoli is a girl from one of our villages and a friend I have always admired!
Xiaoli is a classmate of a class in the third grade of primary school, in the eighties and nineties of the last century, like Xiaoli's family conditions are still good, her father is a leader of the cement factory, although her mother is farming at home, but the family is also quite capable, and there is an apple orchard, planting grain, so Xiaoli was dressed like a little fairy in the class, unlike other students who wear a set of clothes for a week, she will change a set of clothes in two or three days, with two horn braids on her head, tied with red ribbons, walking, The red ribbon swings one after another, coupled with the smile that often hangs on her face and the cheerful and lively personality, it is almost loved by everyone, and her classmates like to play with her.
Xiaoli is not only beautiful, like her learning, never let parents worry, homework is always done conscientiously, never copy the homework of other students, unlike ourselves, at that time may be very stupid, sometimes the math homework will not be, will copy the homework of other students. At that time, unlike now, there was no such thing as "reducing the burden on students", sometimes there was too much homework, and there were often power outages at night, and it was annoying to write and write, and I didn't want to write, so the result was that the next morning when I went to school, I would be picked up by the teacher, alas! Now that I think about it, it's really a bit unusual...
At that time, extracurricular reading materials were still very limited, in addition to the teacher had a school to order the newspaper, the only extracurricular reading in the class was a month out of the "Writing Garden", which was still levied with the class fee paid by each student, whenever the postman on the bicycle sent the "Writing Garden" to the school, the teacher would bring it, use a rope through the book, tie a trap, hang on the nail on the wall next to the blackboard, anyone can take it to see, but after reading it, they have to hang it back, because others also have to read. The result of this is that an extracurricular reading material, it will take a long time to take its turn, or look at it and disappear, for this reason, Xiaoli asked the family for money, let the teacher order a semester of "Reading and Writing Monthly" for herself, although it is a monthly magazine, but two books a month, a upper volume, a next volume, Xiaoli no longer has to fight with other students, looking at Xiaoli's "Reading and Writing Monthly" students do not mention how envious they are.
Then again, envy is envy, but in the countryside at that time, ordinary farmers relied on the meager income in the field, it was difficult to maintain the living expenses of a large family, that is, a semester of twenty or thirty yuan tuition, there are many students can not afford to pay, often a semester is about to end the final exam, the family can barely make up the tuition fee. Where is the spare money to set extracurricular readings, I am also a person who loves to read, although the academic performance is very ordinary, but still plucked up the courage to borrow books from Xiaoli to come and see...
From the third grade to the sixth grade, Xiaoli and I are in a class, Xiaoli's academic performance is still relatively balanced, and I am slightly better in Chinese, mathematics is very poor, and finally under my own silent efforts, to the sixth grade, the math score has been significantly improved, can test seventy or eighty points, and there are some older students in the class who hold the idea of dropping out of school, playing every day, sleeping in class, mischief after class, and some quietly pass small notes to Xiaoli, but for those things, Xiaoli did not pay attention to it at all, and it is still a steady learning. Didn't let the family worry about her at all!
In the first year of junior high school, Xiaoli and I were not in the same class, I was in the first class, she was in the second class, fortunately our classroom was next door, but I never went to play with her, never... Sometimes the most is on the way home from school, come together, talk a few words while walking, why people are older, the face is thinner than when they were in elementary school, especially in the face of girls who have a good feeling for themselves, they feel that they will stutter, blush, heartbeat... Perhaps, in today's terms, this may be the germ of emotion, is it a crush? ......
Junior high school three years of time hurriedly passed, we are in high school again, we have a village to play a few good friends at once went to their own things, military security after the third year of junior high school will not go to school, follow the family to sell medicinal materials, the ocean to Ankang to go to a secondary school, Gangzi his father was the director of the town health center at the time, although not admitted to high school, but people have money, trust relationship, spent 2,000 yuan on Fengxiang Middle School high-priced students, I and Xiaoli were admitted to West Street Middle School, although it was still an ordinary high school, But after all, the tuition fee only needs three or four hundred yuan, but it is also a little bit of a fight for the family, but I and Xiaoli are no longer in a class, the life of high school students is very monotonous, that is, the dormitory ~ classroom ~ canteen three o'clock a line, she studied the liberal arts, and I reported the science, a semester down, only the weekend bicycle on the way home met, just ride the bicycle together while walking and talking, saying a few words, usually can not see at all.
Later, once, the ocean came back from the winter vacation of Ankang, I went to the home of several small partners together with the ocean, some at home, some were not at home, the countryside in winter, people ate early, after eating, nothing happened to go to bed early, unlike people now, night owls are the majority, many people are used to sleeping late, there is a lot of time to chat and make friends... Ocean and I didn't stay at each classmate's house for long before it was dark, and Xiaoli wasn't home at the time, so we went back to our respective homes.
Later, Xiaoli was admitted to a university in Xi'an, and I went to Yangling to study, and there were fewer opportunities to meet, during college, we exchanged each other's seeing and hearing and future imaginations through a letter and two pieces of ink-scented letter paper. She told me that she applied for graduate school in business administration and wanted to continue her studies, and I was a child of an ordinary peasant family, and what was different from her was that she was a working family, and the family income was guaranteed, but I needed early employment, reduced the burden on the family, different family circumstances, different beliefs, and finally created different life trajectories in the future. Later, the network developed greatly, we all had QQ, added friends to each other, occasionally left messages to each other, and then later, everyone had mobile phones, although they all had phone numbers for each other, but I don't know why, the contact between each other is getting less and less.
Later, she went to the south and worked for ZTE Group while I went to northwest Xinjiang and drifted for life.
Some people say that distance produces beauty, in my opinion, distance is more about creating estrangement!
If you don't meet and talk, your friendship will become weaker and weaker.
Until one day, when I plucked up the courage and dialed her phone, I learned that she had married a southerner, settled in a city in the south, and once felt that she was very able to speak, and had a lot to say to her, after dialing the phone, I found myself very poor, is it knowledge? Or a diploma? Or insight? Or maybe we are already people of two worlds, there is no longer a common topic, a little silence, a few greetings to each other, and then find an excuse to hang up the phone!
Until now, there has been no contact, more than twenty years have not met, although her home and my family are only two or three hundred meters, when the Spring Festival home to visit relatives, still do not have the courage to go to her home to ask about her recent situation, and even meet a face... Even if there is WeChat now, a little finger, you can video chat, but the most everyone is under each other's circle of friends to like, comment on a few words, maybe she is very busy, maybe, maybe ~ she has forgotten who I am...
Although there were several times when I dreamed of her, I woke up from the dream and found that the dream was just a dream after all!
Friend, friend, have you ever thought of me...