Two small no guesses

Storyteller: Rose Island

The story goes back to my kindergarten days, when I was 6 years old. I attended a private kindergarten, small in size, with only one principal serving as a teacher and more than 20 children. The name of the kindergarten is "Little Red Kindergarten". The source of the name must be that everyone can guess eight or nine, yes, Xiaohong is our young female teacher.

I really can't remember what we learned in kindergarten, and I can't understand why those parents let us carry our small school bags early and don't allow us to cry because we don't want to go to school.

Every morning my mother would help me braid my braids while telling me, "Listen to the teacher." Get along with your friends. My hair was pulled by my mother and I said with tears, "Got it." "It's another matter whether a promise can be done.

I was a particularly naughty kid when I was a kid, and that's not to say I'm getting better now. At that time, because my house was very close to the kindergarten, but there were two rows of low bungalows in the middle, I often sneaked home alone while my friends were free in the yard. I didn't want to go home for any special reason, I just wanted to see.

I would pull down a plant called Devil Ginger on the side of the road. Its stems and leaves are green and have potato-like fruits at the roots. I played with it in my hand for a while, and when I got tired of playing, I threw the devil ginger into the ditch in front of the little fat house. I would also deliberately stomp hard in front of Jin Feng's house. Because she has a big dog at home, her ears are particularly sensitive, and every time she hears a passerby passing by her door, the big dog will scream with all her might. I'm going to deliberately tease that stupid dog.

Soon I came to the big red iron gate of my house. I pulled open the small window on the iron door and brought my face closer to looking into the room with one eye. The yard was empty, and shovels stood beside the coal pile. I put my hand in the small window again, touched the heavy lock, and returned to the kindergarten satisfied.

When I came home for dinner in the evening, my mother somehow talked about me not always playing crazy. I just looked down at my meal and was silent, but my heart was beating a drum. Could it be that Teacher Xiaohong complained to her mother? Could it be that Aunt Du saw me sneaking home during the day? Oops, I seem to have forgotten to close the little window on the iron door when I left the house.

Fortunately, Mom didn't go on.

Later, I don't always sneak home, and after playing a game for a long time, there is no novelty. My kindergarten children and I started catching bugs and playing, forgetting who was the first to find the little gray-black bug called the ground slug, and in short, a large group of our children gathered around and stared curiously at the little bug in the middle. The earth cockroaches are probably creepy and trembling in the face of our position.

I propose that we all start building an amusement park out of sand for the earth to cross. Everyone responded positively and started to move. But because of our limited ability, we built only a very long track, with a bulging sandbag in the middle as a platform, and after it was built, we could not wait to put the ground cockroach on the track, hoping to see it break through the obstacles we set up to reach the other end.

But the earth worm did not seem to cooperate, and after we put it in orbit, it tried to escape in all directions. When it climbs astray, we use a small stick to paddle it on the right path, when it wants to burrow into the sand, we will pinch it out with three fingers, we have fun all afternoon, and when school is over, we still have a long-cherished agreement to let our ground slugs do more thrilling movements tomorrow.

As a result, the next morning we found that the ground slug had died in a huff, because I forgot to leave the plastic bottle containing it in the air hole, and it was choked to death. To express our deep guilt, we held a solemn funeral for the earthworm, whose coffin was a matchbox, and it was just right to put it in. We said some words of blessing with a solemn expression, and Yoko also specially picked the yellow wildflowers on the side of the road and placed them next to the small coffin of the ground slugs. The Earth Worm Incident was over.

Later, my playfulness became less heavy and I began to care about learning. Because I think Li Ming looks particularly good after wearing the paper red flowers of Xiaohong Teacher, I even envy him a little. There were only two boys in kindergarten who had the impression. One is called Li Ming, and the other is called Liu Xudong.

Li Ming was not tall, but he always wore a small suit and looked like a small adult. He always finished first in kindergarten with good academic performance. I remember when we were playing in the yard, I saw a small red spider crawling on Li Ming's small white suit and shouting in surprise. Teacher Xiaohong did not hurry to go over to help him remove the spider, and smiled and said, "This is a spider." "I thought to myself: It turns out that the red spider is called the Happy Spider. Li Ming must be a very blessed person.

Liu Xudong can take the second place every time, and by the way, I am the third place. The three of us were the Iron Triangle in the class, and the grade ranking was not moving. Liu Xudong was tall, gave people a very strong feeling, and had a round face. Anyway, I liked him at that moment.

The most profound picture of him in my mind is one summer dusk. Me, Yoko and Liu Xudong ran to the backyard of the kindergarten. The game we played was called Exchanging Secrets, and it was very similar to today's Truth or Dare. The three of us looked at each other sincerely and told each other the secrets of our hearts.

I don't know why I was so brave and frank at that time, but I was the first to say: "I like Liu Xudong." I didn't blush, not even unusually calm. Then Yoko also said: "I also like Liu Xudong. "I have no way of knowing whether when we stare at Liu Xudong in unison, he will be overwhelmed by nervousness. But I remember Liu Xudong looking at me with a pair of black grape-like eyes, and gently spitting out my name without thinking.

I can still remember the overflowing joy of that time, and the root of happiness was only because there was a boy who liked me. After that day, the three of us were still best friends and didn't change anything for this "confession". Sometimes I also think that my sense of victory is so despicable. Because it's based on vanity compared to a girl who always has a runny nose. And that girl was my best friend Yoko.

Didn't everything that happened that day really hurt Yoko? Do we really have to understand what liking is at that time?

Later, Li Ming and Liu Xudong were both in the first grade. When I was a child, although I did not know how to leave, I still insisted on not continuing to study in Xiaohong Kindergarten. Although Teacher Xiaohong wanted me to be the head of the class, I finally decided to transfer to a new school.

Neither I, Yoko, Li Ming, nor Liu Xudong had any contact with each other. It's just that whenever I go to a school, I always learn extra seriously. I hope that one day Liu Xudong can learn from the mouths of others: Do you know Rose Island in so-and-so class? She studies very well. Then Liu Xudong would appear at the door of my class like a trick.

But I didn't wait for this day. Even from elementary school to high school I have been in experimental classes. Even though I always remember him as one year taller than me. I also went to the red list of the college entrance examination to find his name, foolishly hoping to get into the same university as him. But since we separated from kindergarten, we have lived in different worlds.

Remember when I asked my mother after the college entrance examination: "Do you remember Li Ming?" My kindergarten classmates. Mom smiled as she brushed the dishes and said, "Remember, the boy who always wears a little suit." When you were a child, you said he was handsome. ”

I sat silently on the couch, picked up the apple on the coffee table and took a bite, thinking: My mother must not know that the boy I used to like was called Liu Xudong.