Author: Fan Li (Franklin Book Club columnist), this article was originally published exclusively, and reprint is prohibited for 48 hours
01
I once wrote a big article about all the tables I had when I was a student, and there were about 15 of them. But in my memory, I can recall that there are always a few people who were good to me. It's not that other people are bad to me, it's the kind of good that is hard to get into my heart.
In my last year of elementary school, the homeroom teacher finally changed me to a cute little boy table, and when I learned that I was going to replace the dirty-headed ex's table, I happily clapped to the beat to celebrate that I was finally going to live a day when no one was always whispering a bunch of dirty words in my ear.
I remember that my new tablemate seemed to be very happy, and carried his stool to sit next to me. Before the ass was sitting on a hot stool, my dog friends at the back table and I began to greet the new table in a friendly manner, and then enthusiastically introduced the rules of our territory - collecting protection fees.
When I was a child, my grades were not bad and there were two bars, I looked very well-behaved, I lied and fought and stole snacks, and I could deceive my teachers and cheat my parents. But the rebellion in my bones is afraid that I am born with it, and if I can change the bone marrow, I think I am still a gentle and obedient good girl.
Because there are some students in elementary school who do not learn well, wear school uniforms every day to soak up girls, occasionally fight in groups to borrow some money, cut people and disappear for a while, fortunately, I am not one of this group of people.
But my heart still yearns for the dashing feelings of these assholes, who have not been stupid when they were young, and want to be a generation of chivalrous guests, anyway, my goal can definitely be comparable to the male protagonists in martial arts novels.
It's a pity that my daughter is alive, but it doesn't affect my life. I do what good students do, but bad students learn their habits. Extorting protection money and the like isn't the first bad thing anyway.
The new tablemate was so stunned that he handed his wallet to our three friends, and there was no unhappiness on his face, maybe he was used to making friends with money. I still don't know where he, as a schoolboy, got so much money to extort a few scum from us. Maybe he was still young, so he giggled and played small fights every day, and integrated into our strange circle.
I wasn't a child king at that age, and I couldn't order other people to obey me, but I could order him, and he listened to all my words, like a little follower behind my ass. I used to prank and bully him, but I would never let other classmates bully my little classmates, because I charged protection fees and had to keep him safe. At least in terms of faith, you can see that I am a good boy.
I often turned over his pencil case, at that time his pen was probably the most in the class, I was envious of him for having so many cute and beautiful pens to write, a few of which I often took to touch, but in my heart a boy with such a cute pen is a.
Obviously not, he gave me all those few of my favorite pens, even the spare refills. I have thought about whether he is afraid of me, but if he fights with me, I will definitely not be able to beat him, after all, I am a girl, and I have to take a weak route to meet my temperament.
After that, he often helped me to flush boring virtual currency such as Q coins, I definitely did not have any obscenity and violence, he always silently helped me do a lot of things that I did not open my mouth. But I still like to fool around gluing his water bottle with strong glue, applying glue to his stool, and messing up his desk.
After each of my pranks, he was angry, small-faced bulging and red, but he never said a word to me or was angry with me. He still plays with me as always and definitely supports me when I need help.
But at that time, I was so young, my heart was full of silly dreams of going to the rivers and lakes, and the first thing I had to do was to establish prestige in the class, and I was playing the banner of the Gang of Four with my good friends all day, and doing extremely childish acts to destroy the good of others.
Fortunately, he didn't hate me for any of my misdeeds, and he followed me to the same junior high school, and then we went to the same high school. It's just a pity that such a thing as friendship is always torn to pieces in the youth and madness, and it is blown by the wind. Our last friendship only met and nodded to each other, and there was no intersection in private.
02
At the beginning of my junior high school, my best dog friends and I were scattered in different schools, and I lost their company and the courage to act recklessly.
I entered the middle school with the strictest school spirit in the city, and if anyone stepped on the lawn and was caught, he had to say sorry to the grass; if the bangs covered his eyes slightly, he had to be cut off by the director of education himself; the students who were in love early in the school absolutely looked like strangers on both sides of the road and did not dare to come closer.
I don't know if it was bad luck or luck, but the new class teacher arranged for me to sit at the same table with a teaser, who was definitely the most brain-deadly teasing I had ever encountered in my life, because he changed tricks every day to give me nicknames.
Fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, I am afraid that if they attach great importance to their own reputation, if someone spreads some bad habits or shortcomings of mine, I will definitely be angry and fight. But the titles he put on me all made me cry and laugh, and I couldn't say that he slandered me, but those nicknames were completely inconsistent with the girlish route I was going to take.
Maybe the boy was developing too late, his feet were only 39 yards at the time, and when he learned that I was wearing size 38 shoes, his mouth fell off in fear. I put my feet away in embarrassment, and then pretended not to mind that he said every day that my feet were big, my feet were big, and my feet were big. Do you know that in ancient times, women with big feet could not marry out, and my family once jokingly asked me if I wanted to wrap my feet, but how to wrap my feet in size 38 to make them smaller.
At that time, I was very serious about whether I would be the biggest girl in the class, because the boy's feet were only one yard bigger than mine, and the worldview seemed to be a little biased, but I believed it.
I tortured my tablemates and told him not to tell him the truth that my feet were big, and then he was unwilling to live or die, and he shouted at my big feet every day in the class. I was really angry and crying, and then I ran to the office to complain, saying that I couldn't stand this stupidity anymore and needed to change the same table immediately. But I couldn't say why I changed tables was because he was insulting my feet every day.
In fact, the time when crying and laughing is not all bad, the same table has the ability to make people can't help but be funny, and all the unhappiness can be turned into laughter. Even the teacher in the class laughed at him angrily, he was a living treasure in the class, and with him speaking, the class was absolutely full of joy. Because I always fight with him, it doesn't seem boring to study plainly, but this entertainment function doesn't reduce my anger at him a little bit.
It wasn't until he suddenly transferred that I realized that there seemed to be a little less joy in the class. No one laughed at me for wearing size 38 shoes, and I didn't have to worry about not being able to marry out later, and since then no one knew how many sizes of shoes I wore, and no one would have seen the gloom on my face turn into a sketch actor to amuse me.
Although there was something like QQ at that time, it did not mean that everyone would have an account, this table was a real-life doer, did not use network products, and his contact with all his classmates was all interrupted at the moment of transfer.
After so many years, many classmates missed him and inquired about his whereabouts, but no one knew. All the information he left behind was that during the spring trip that year, his classmates secretly took a photo of him, as always, and was used as the only gift he left by our class.
03
I remember that at that time, boys and girls at the same table were always said to be a couple. Perhaps it is the lifelessness of being oppressed by learning, and a large number of students will have the mentality of gossip and entertainment to speculate about the relationships of others.
I think this relationship between the same table can be called a godsend, and the class teacher is the most important medium. And every classmate sitting next to me was an angel who had broken his arm in his previous life, otherwise how could I have become the most sparkling person in the group of friends after I was lucky.
Unfortunately, when I got to college, I didn't have a classmate to call me at the same table.
Two people at the same table are the easiest to become friends, all girls, I snatched home as girlfriends, all boys, are happy to spend an unforgettable time with me.
I suspect that one-third of a person's friendship in this life should come from the same table, and that kind of revolutionary friendship that looks like a very strong one becomes precious after a period of boring pressure to go to school.
About the Author: Fan Li, Franklin Book Club columnist, if I were a boy, my name would be Fan Li, but unfortunately I am a girl. These names were drawn up by my grandfather when I was not born. I am a senior student about to enter the society, spending four years of college in the bustling magic capital, and at this time I am thinking about whether the city is suitable for me to stay, and confusion and unknown fill my whole life. Hopefully, when we make choices, we can all willingly accept the part we have lost.