My Life (3)

How many people must be known in a lifetime, and how many people must be forgotten? How much do you remember as a childhood playmate?

There is such a person I always remember, a street of only 100 meters, my home is at the end of the street, his family is on the street, we grew up together. It's funny to say that the whole street is that one of our average size children is a boy. When I was a child, I was timid and inferior, and never took the initiative to talk to strange children, let alone children of the opposite sex, so we were not familiar with the network until we read. After going to school, I had excellent grades, never fell out of the top three in the school, and the children with good grades were always favored by their parents, who always praised my parents for having a well-behaved and excellent daughter. Of course, except for my grandparents, even if the ruined walls of my house are covered with red awards, they still say with disdain, how good can girls study and fly? I never spoke up, and I actually laughed at their ignorance. The grown-ups in the neighborhood liked to bribe me with candy and ask me to accompany their kids to their homework. His parents were even more enthusiastic, taking me to his house after class to write homework and help solve his academic problems, so we began to get acquainted, and we spent the age of little trouble together.

After junior high school, we were no longer in a class, and then the old city was renovated, the old house was demolished, and after graduating from the third year of junior high school, I was admitted to a key high school, and the friends who grew up together began to be estranged. After high school, one day after class, he stopped me at the school gate, and I was a little surprised and a little cramped that I hadn't seen in a few years. He asked me if I would like to accompany him to a university in the future? I didn't answer. After a half silence, he turned and left. He and his figure left my sight and my life under the setting sun.

Many years have passed, and I have also been a wife and a mother. One day I met his mother on the street, a once fiery, sharp and cheerful aunt, very old, she told me that he worked in the bank, also married, three months after the birth of the child, he died of advanced liver cancer. My heart was like someone was pulling hard, flustered and aching, and the clean and thin boy would always remain in my memory.

Life is in a hurry, and many people just pass by.