Suddenly I remembered a friend of mine when I was a teenager. Eleven or twelve years old, I had just moved from a ravine (with mines) where there was no shortage of food and drink to a ravine where materials were scarce, and I was old in standard Mandarin

Suddenly I remembered a friend of mine when I was a teenager.

Eleven or twelve years old, just moved from the ravine (with mines) where there is no shortage of food and drink to the ravine where materials are scarce, a standard Mandarin speaker in the village primary school where even teachers are used to speaking vernacular, which is a rare highlight moment in my ordinary life.

Our hometown is on a small hill, half a mile away is another family, the opposite direction is also a sparsely populated nursing home, and then two or three miles, visually speaking, on the opposite side of the mountain in the hometown, according to the adults said that it is the village secretary's home. Other than that, there is no other home, and there are places that I can't see.

The neighbor half a mile away had a little sister who was older than all of us, and only the village secretary had a girl of the same grade as me, and I don't remember the same class.

The girl was the adopted daughter-in-law of the secretary's family and was given to her second brother. I don't remember how we got together, but I thought if my family lived in that common village and had other classmates or kids playing together, she and I wouldn't be friends.

She had a loud voice, a stubborn face, and a disheveled yellow hair, a bit like the hairstyle of the Golden Retriever King in "The Dragon Slaughter in the Heavens", dirty, and the clothes on her body were not only ill-fitting but also full of patches. I remember every time my mom washed our hair to get lice—the country kids had them, and we inevitably had them—and I washed them together, and the first time my mom took a lot of effort to comb her hair.

During the summer vacation, we also rode together to the Xinhua Bookstore in the town to read books, mainly because she accompanied me.

She has a lot of work to do every day, saying that she is a child bride, or rather a free female worker in the family. Her second brother was in junior high school in the town at the time, and I had always been very skeptical of her adoptive daughter-in-law's statement, and I did not believe that her second brother would be willing to come back and marry her, although I had not met her second brother, and my knowledge was very limited. But she was indeed raised in the name of a child bride in the secretary's house.

At that time, there, or the whole county, child brides were very common, and there were several female classmates in the class, but none of them had the feeling of savage growth like her.

In addition to not paying much attention to hygiene, I think she is bold, wild, and a little fierce, and she has also talked to my mother.

We stayed in the countryside for two or three years, and then we moved to the city. My friendship with her seemed to end earlier than this, and I forgot how to end the relationship, probably because I also needed to do all kinds of housework, and I didn't have much time.

I am a relatively thin and cool person, good times are good, people leave and do not worry. I only heard that she dropped out of school without graduating, and the rest is not clear.