The first such friend in my life appeared in the third grade of my elementary school. I had just transferred to a new environment at the time, and the girl seemed to be my deskmate, or not, my memory is hazy, and I can't remember exactly how we became good friends. I just remember that after school at noon and evening every day, we both take the same road home, and we will also make an appointment to go to school together, and we are very happy along the way. We occasionally used pocket money to buy mutton skewers to eat together. At that time, Xinjiang kebabs in Beijing were very common, and there were pancake stalls, but unfortunately there are no more. I have to go to shopping malls and supermarkets to buy these foods. It is indeed becoming more and more civilized, but the fireworks in the city are nowhere to be found.
Sometimes we will buy popsicles to eat together when we pass by a small shop, and we will indulge in stickers or other gadgets when we pass by a small street stall. "Wolf dog meat" (it's not really wolf dog meat, it's actually a kind of dried plum, I don't know why it's called such a bloody name), as well as lollipops, jumping candy and the like.
Sometimes there will be a bunch of red potted plants by the roadside to decorate the street. She told me that the stamens can suck the sweet juice. I remember I was very skeptical, but she tried it to me immediately, and it proved that it was non-toxic and would not kill me. I dared to try it, and it was really sweet. Grab the stamens to suck. So far, when I go to the park, whenever I see a bunch of red, I think of her, and I always have the urge to pull the stamens to suck it, but I have restrained this urge, and it is not out of protecting the flowers and plants. The noble consciousness is that the memory is very good, and I don't want to add new feelings to that memory.
There are also times when the two of us would pretend to be Bai Niangzi and Xiaoqing, and go home with a play all the way, each of us indulging in the roles we adapted. To play Xu Xian, we think that whoever is assigned to play Xu Xian means that who is not good-looking enough, and who is not good-looking will play a man. However, Xu Xian's actor Ye Tong is a woman, and she also told me this shocking news. I couldn't believe it at all after hearing it. I still felt deceived. She has become such a beautiful and virtuous woman for thousands of years, but Xu Xian is actually a woman! And felt pity for Ye Tong, thinking that she was ugly enough to play a man...
At that time, elementary school music classes seemed to be learning the recorder, and we loved music class the most. She has a special skill that I am very envious of. She has a great sense of music. After listening to a song, she can use the recorder to grope and play it out. She can even play the theme songs such as "Waiting for a Thousand Years" and "Joking about Qianlong". When I heard it, I played it. I asked her how she did it. She said that she knew it if she heard it. super fast.
She has a hero pen with red paint, which I really like, and asked my dad to buy one for me, but I always feel that mine is not as good for writing as hers, and I don't know where I lost it. I knew it from a spring outing organized by my class. The snacks she brought were different from ours. I remember that on the way we took the bus to the spring outing, she gave me a piece of candy. I forgot the taste of the candy. But I think the candy box looks good. She said it was given to her by his father. I have never met her father, including the parent meeting, so I was very surprised when she mentioned her father. , she forgot that she still has a father, a super mysterious person, who is a pilot who flies the China-Germany route, and she rarely sees her father. But she doesn't seem to miss her dad very much. I think it's probably because her family loves her a lot. She is very sure that her dad loves him, and she, her mother and her aunt are very kind to her.
I spent one summer with her at her house, and it was the happiest summer of my childhood. She lives with her mother and aunt. Their family is a school-run factory in Beijing No. 63 Middle School. Her mother is the factory manager and lives in the school. But at that time, I didn’t understand what a school-run factory was and why I could live in a school, but that didn’t matter. The important thing was that after the winter and summer vacations were over, and the school was all gone, it was really fun to have a school in the University of Connaught! ! There are enough places to splash around, hide and seek, and there are especially many nooks and crannies to explore. It seems that we signed up for a summer physical training class at the Central Ballet Theatre in that summer vacation. She signed up before me and showed me her outfit, and I signed up right after, but only learned During that vacation, the impression was that the teacher was too fierce, and it hurt to press my legs and splits. I didn't seem to have any dance skills. I was born in a military family and grew up in an environment of militarized management. If I just do gymnastics, there is no problem, but if I need to do beautiful movements, it is a very shameful thing for me, and I can't do it.
I remember that summer vacation, there was a sudden downpour, the first rain that can be said to be heavy rain in my memory. The two of us were so happy that we should have done our homework. Because of this heavy rain accident, her aunt secretly gave us a holiday. While her mother was away, her aunt could call the shots and let us go out and go wild. Originally, we brought Umbrellas, but we threw them away when we went out with our umbrellas. We ran wildly in the heavy rain, you chased me and went around in circles. It was very happy and refreshing. Every time I recalled it, the frozen scene was very romantic. We went back with a dipped chicken, unexpectedly not being scolded, her mother and her aunt gave us towels to wipe the water, laughing at our crazy play. If this happened in my house, my mother would definitely give me a meal of "Stir Fried Pork". My mother would spare no effort in beating me and never be soft-hearted. When the wooden stick was split into two pieces, it was a common meal. The business makes clothes for people, and there is never a shortage of wooden meter rulers at home. If I don't listen to the class well and draw cartoon illustrations on the book, I will eat "fried pork with belt", that is, use the iron head of the belt to beat me, and draw blood marks, and I can't lie down at night, but can only lie down write. Another time, it was almost New Year's Day, my mother told me to go to the bathhouse after school to take a bath, but the two of us played on the dirt slope behind the school for an afternoon, the bathhouse was closed, and neither of us went to bathe, so my mother I beat him badly, I was very wronged, and said that she didn't go to the bath, why didn't she get beaten, my mother got even more angry, and she said: You are you, she is her, can you compare with her? She is not my child, she has her mother to take care of her... It seems to be too far away, I can recall my mother's "abuse" to me anytime and anywhere, and of course explain from her mouth: everything is for my good, I am sensible It was very late, and I was used to it, and it was very late to know that it was a lie. In short, the summer vacation I spent at her house made me feel so relaxed and comfortable, and it also taught me that family members can talk well and softly. Ever since I can remember, my family has been jumping around every day, or it is a depressing cold war. When I go home, I am trembling and feeling very depressed. She has such a harmonious family atmosphere. I sincerely envy her, but when I was a child, I didn’t understand that this feeling was envious or even jealous. I only thought that everything about her was good, everything she said was right, and her academic performance was as good as mine. There is nothing wrong with not slipping, she is as playful as me, even more playful than me, dares to climb up the tree and dare to catch the beetle (a black and white-spotted insect, I can't look directly at it, scared to pee) In her eyes, she is also very powerful and very brave, and I am very envious of everything about her.
But she's not perfect either. She's not good-looking and has a little baby fat. I'm only as good as her. I'm sure of this, because the adults who see us together will praise me for being good-looking, including the teacher in Inside. Luckily in this misfortune, it ran through my entire student life, and I didn’t know what I should strive for until I graduated and worked.
After that, we stopped sitting together. I started growing up in the fourth grade. I sat in the second-to-last row of the class, and the last row was full of boys. She is still sitting in the front, it seems that because everyone is taller, she is sitting further forward, the second row. Sitting in front of her was a girl named Li Xin. She joined the two of us and became a "friend to play with", but I don't see that third party as a friend, in fact, she doesn't see me as a friend either. , Li Xin and I often quarrel over who is better with whom, and we do feel sad and negotiate. In the end, the friendship between me and her is really no match for the geographical conditions. Because we are too far away, Li Xin is close to the water tower. The frequency of their skipping rope and kicking the shuttlecock together to go to the toilet is much higher than that of her and me. I'm sad, but I don't want to beg Bailai to join them either. Afterwards, the two of us gradually lost contact with each other.
It seems that in the fifth or sixth grade, I started falling in love with the boy sitting behind me. He studied well and dominated, and he had a group of followers. Basically, I had several people escort me home from school every day. Because there is a shortcut to go home on our way to and from school, but when we take a shortcut, we occasionally encounter a fool in the alley. He looks very ugly and laughs very scarily. Once he caught me, and he won't let go , I struggled to break free to escape. But after I had my first love, every day a group of boys would escort me home like bodyguards by taking shortcuts, and they could pass me the answers for exams. The most important thing was that when my house was full of shit and I wanted to escape, I could go anywhere, anytime. I can find someone to accompany me, and even I think they can help me get revenge when I was domestically abused... At that stage, my first love can indeed give me more help than a good friend. Gradually that friend of mine is no longer in my world.
After graduating from elementary school, she went abroad. I didn't even ask or know where she went, and I had no concept or interest in going abroad. I vaguely feel that going abroad will cost my family more money, I don't deserve it, and I don't need to care about this matter at all. Before going abroad, she and her mother came to my house to see me once. Her mother and my mother chatted for a while, and I was not impressed, but I seemed to hear her mother telling my mother how to educate children. Why did my mother come to see me and chat with my mother. Because Mom didn't have to choose, which one is which on the stall, thinking about it is superfluous, and it can only add to the troubles.
The above are the people and things that come to my mind after watching the movie. When I write this, I really miss her, my first best friend in my life. I think of her later, in addition to nostalgia, it is regret. Sadly, the last time we met at my house, I didn't realize that I would never see each other again. I was so heartless. I just thought it was a summer vacation. We went to different middle schools. I didn't give her any blessings, didn't leave any contact information for each other, and didn't say goodbye.
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