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Thank you for warming up my childhood
One
"His name is Xingchen, he has just transferred to your school, he is not familiar with this place, and he will trouble you to take care of him more in the future."
When I was 7 years old, my neighbor's aunt brought a white-looking boy to me. It was the first time I had seen the stars, and under the shaking light, I looked at his bright little white teeth and a shallow gray wolf-like scar on his face.
Maybe my eyes were too fierce, and he bowed his head shyly.
At that time, I was the child king of the village, and many children liked to play with me behind my ass, so naturally I didn't mind having one more "general" under me, so I gladly agreed.
The neighbor aunt brought him to our house early and asked me to take him to school with me. The school was far from the village, and we had to assemble an hour early and walk in droves to the school.
After a while, the friends whistled and gathered at my house, looking at the stars, they were very curious, and wanted to pull the stars together, but the stars hid behind me timidly and did not talk to them. At that time, I suddenly broke out into a strong desire to protect, and loudly announced: "This is a new classmate Star, I will cover him from now on, and none of you are allowed to bully him." ”
The friends nodded their heads. On the way to school, we children were like a bunch of cheerful little ducks, chattering and chattering along the way, only the stars silently followed me, without saying a word.
Before long, Xingchen slowly adapted to the environment and could play with the classmates around him, but still thought that I was his best friend. Maybe it was too dependent on me, one day at school, Xingchen almost took me to the men's restroom, fortunately I resisted hard to escape the disaster, and I was ridiculed by other friends for a long time.
Time passed day by day, and the results of the final exam came out. Unexpectedly, Xingchen actually took the first place in the class. The teacher praised him in front of all his classmates and gave him a small blue school bag as a reward.
I stared intently at the stars standing on the podium receiving the prize, and in those watery eyes it seemed that I really saw the stars in the night, shining brightly in a flash. I went from protecting him to some admiration for him, and even more envious of him having a new school bag.
Two
When the holidays came, of course, we little children were the happiest, playing like joy every day, almost like a little wild horse that was out of control. During this time, Star's father came back to see him, bought him a lot of snacks that I had not seen, and at night Star dragged a large package to me. If I remember correctly, we both chatted while snacking that day until the wee hours of the morning. My mother and his aunt had no choice, because they didn't need to get up early during the holidays, so they just went with us.
Later, I heard my mother say that Xingchen's parents were divorced and had no way to take care of him, so they had to send him to his aunt's house to raise him.
My mother's words poked at the softest place in my heart, and I was secretly determined to be friends with Xingchen. At that time, the idea was very naïve, thinking that as long as I gave him enough warmth, he would not want to think of his parents.
In the blink of an eye, in the third grade, many of the friends around them bought a loud motorcycle at home, and their father began to pick them up and drop them off from school, and slowly only me and Xingchen agreed to walk together to school every day. I thought it would be a lot more deserted, but after I didn't expect that there was no one else around, the words of the stars were obviously more. The breeze blows along the way and listens to him tell stories is simply not too pleasant. When he knew the story was finished, he began to make up stories, and to this day, I still remember a few.
In fact, Xingchen's temper is not so good, and he has also clashed and fought with his classmates. Maybe for him at that time, I was the only friend I could trust, he was surprisingly tolerant of me, and there was never a single unpleasant fight between the two of us.
One day in the second semester of the third grade, I was left by the teacher to write homework because I was lazy, and on the way home, I met a drunken driver, who was caught under the rut of the car and lost consciousness in an instant. When I woke up, there was a big crowd around me. The doctor at the village clinic asked me to stand up to see if anything was wrong, and I distinctly remembered that I was very strong, patting the soil on my pants and saying without the slightest concern: "It's okay, I can stand up." As a result, he fell down the moment he tried to stand, completely fell into a coma, and woke up lying on a hospital bed. In the confusion, I vaguely heard my mother's hysterical cries and my father's shouts.
After nearly two months in the hospital, I once chatted with my mother, and my mother told me that when Xingchen ran to my house sweating profusely, she said to my mother that I had been hit by a car, and then when my mother rushed to find me, he chased after me, and if his aunt had not stopped him, he would have gone to the hospital with him.
I remember the scene on the day I was discharged from the hospital very clearly. In the snow, the stars that greeted me in the distance became a small black dot. In the winter in the northeast, the cold wind was blowing through the bones, and his face was frozen red. He carefully took a brown bear toy from his arms and handed it to me. Inadvertently, I touched his hand without the slightest warmth. Later, I heard his aunt say that he knew that I was discharged from the hospital that day and waited at the entrance of the hospital very early.
Maybe it was because I hadn't seen him for too long, Xingchen excitedly told a lot about what had recently happened at school, and I also told him which doctor in the hospital had a good smile on his little brother, and which doctor's aunt was a little fierce, and the needle was very painful. In a white world, we talked for a long, long time.
Three
In the blink of an eye, I'm in fifth grade. The new school, the new classmates, and the new environment made us both have a lot of discomfort, but fortunately, we regard each other as our best friends, inseparable, still going to school together every day, after school together, talking and laughing together, and playing together.
Unfortunately, this did not last long, Xingchen's parents remarried, he was going to be taken to the city to live, and I also wanted to move to another place because my parents wanted to live closer to the school.
When he left, I happened to be going to my uncle's wedding, and we didn't even have a formal goodbye. When I returned from my grandmother's house, knowing that he had left, my little eyes were filled with tears, and there was unspeakable sadness and grievance. At that time, communication was not developed, and few telephones were installed in the village, let alone mobile phones and computers. Just like that, we suddenly broke off all contact.
The sun still rises every day, but I don't have a friend around me who can share all my joys and sorrows. Surrounded by loneliness, I became reticent, and it took me a long time to get better and make new friends again. Even so, in some corner of the heart, the stars still occupy a special place.
Now, I often think of the little boy with the stars in his eyes. Many people around me know that I especially like gray wolves, but what they don't know is because when I see gray wolves, I think of the stars with the same shallow scars on my face.
Maybe we won't see each other again in this lifetime, but no matter what, that memory will be my most precious memory. If we had the chance to meet again, I would have said out loud to him, "Stars, thank you for warming my childhood." ”
Life is like this, some people come, some people will leave, but some people even if they are just passers-by in life, we will still miss the beauty he brought.
May everyone be treated with tenderness.
Source: Fraternity Image: Network
Author: Cher