In the more than 20 years of growth, youth is always the most colorful, and time will laugh.

How can I pursue those memories that cried and laughed when I was young when I was old?

Is there a clue that can run through my elementary school, junior high school, high school, college, internship, work, marriage, and dream era? It seems that they are the only ones.

They? Who are they? Well, they are the girls I liked during my growth. Haha, there are actually not many, there seem to be a lot.

Like cannot represent love, it is just a throbbing of youth. I have said to myself: "You can like many girls, but there is only one love."

However, for me who is a little optimistic about 2B, what is love? I really haven't understood it yet. So, I like it, always continue, but I don't know when to understand love and stop walking towards the world of flowers.

In the future, I can’t predict and can only believe in my own feelings. But the past has been established and can allow me to trace back and experience it at any time.

So, go back to the beginning and return to the starting point of youth!

That year, the year before I went to preschool.

Yes, I was a six-year-old fat man at that time. I was fat, there was nothing wrong with it. The mistake was that I was so cute! Every adult liked to pinch my face, and the two balls of meat on my face were deformed, and they pinched vigorously! Alas! There is no way, who told me that I love eating fat pork so much? Fatty is not the point. Super fat is the key. Huhu...

I was very happy at that time! Because I had a childhood sweetheart playmate - Jing.

Although Jing's name is very quiet, she is not quiet at all. Instead, she is as crazy as a wild horse that has broken away. She is the same year as me, but several months older than me. This age was what my mother told me later. I had never thought about this at that time.

I am a very shy child. I won’t be able to play with other children. But if I play with quiet, I will be very comfortable. Maybe it’s because her Mustang characteristics infected me.

At that time, she and I didn’t go to kindergarten. Fortunately, we didn’t go to kindergarten at that time. Seeing that children nowadays go to kindergarten at such a young age, we really lack a lot of freedom! It’s so scary to read for so many years! Of course, this only represents my personal opinion. After all, today is different from the past.

Although she and I didn’t go to kindergarten, it doesn’t mean that she and I don’t study. We all like to learn to write. We ask our parents to write the words we want us to practice on the new characters, and then slowly imitate them. Other playmates almost don’t like writing, they just like to play. Only her and I regard writing as a kind of fun.

She and I practice writing together. Sometimes I ask her to write, but she almost always asks me to write. After all, our home is so close, her home is just behind my home. I can see her through the window.

After a long time, I really like to play with her and learn to write. She likes to wear clothes with Maruko printed on it. Maruko's cartoons were quite hot at that time. However, she really smiled like Maruko, with the same short hair and the same smile...

One thing, I have to admit. I have long been "happy" with her!

After all, she and I were still children at that time. So, we were so casual when we stool. I was, and so did she.

Given that my elder sister taught me not to treat the wrongdoers, of course I have to be obedient. However, the child's childlike innocence is very curious. The more I can't know, the more I want to know. So, when she stools, I will block my eyes with my hands, but I will secretly reveal a little gap to look at it. Haha, there is no way, I can't stop it! She is the same...

Perhaps, this is also considered to be the "Childhood Wuji" of me and her...

Our parents took us to live in a area in Shenzhen that had not yet developed vigorously. My parents were farmers working in the vegetable fields. Her father drove a truck, and her mother was responsible for taking care of the children at home. The relationship between our two families is also quite good.

Therefore, Shenzhen is my favorite city. It is my beginning, the beginning of life, and the beginning of youth.

It was time for the first day of school, and Jing and I both prepared our schoolbags. I carried a small kettle and dressed in new clothes. I felt so beautiful. Jing was also in the same new look! We followed our parents to Pingshan Primary School together. Haha, I was so happy at that time! Maybe it was just because it was fresh...

However, when my parents left me and walked out of school and went home to work, I seemed to have lost the whole world! I cried so hard... After all, I have never left my parents, and I felt sad for a moment! However, Jing looked like nothing happened and laughed very freely.

Looking at her, I tried hard to stop crying. Okay, class is coming! Wow, the head teacher is a beautiful beautiful teacher. I still don’t know her name, I only know that her name is Teacher Zhong, my favorite teacher!

The first class, yes, the first class. In less than a minute of class, I collapsed! The small kettle prepared by my parents for me leaked! And Jing and I were sitting first.

When Teacher Zhong saw that water dripping down on my desk, he came over to see it. At that time, I didn’t know that there was a small ocean inside the table. Because the table was made of iron, it was relatively new and not so easy to leak. Therefore, the table was filled with boiling water leaking from my small kettle.

Teacher Zhong was very unhappy, and I was also very unhappy, but Jing was laughing and silly from the side.

Suddenly, the whole class I hadn't met laughed! I was so proud of my face. At that time, I cried and picked up my wet schoolbag and walked out of the classroom to go home. Teacher Zhong couldn't catch me... Alas! I was so tearful that I dragged my schoolbag with water and walked hard in the corridor. That scene made me feel now that my face was gone!

Fortunately, Jing's sister saw me next door, so she took me back to the classroom and asked Teacher Zhong to help me dry the book.

So, the first class in my life was when others were attending class well, and I was looking at the books hanging on the table with "salted fish".

My learning journey has just begun, and it’s so miserable. I feel like I don’t love you anymore!

However, good will always come.

The first day of class was so miserable, and there was only one voice left in my heart: I don’t want to study anymore!

After class, Teacher Zhong helped me put the book that I had been hung for a long time into my schoolbag and said to me: "Liu Jinlong, after I got home, I asked your parents to use a stapler to turn the rotten book staples." I still nodded with a sore nose.

Originally, I didn’t want to use the real name, but it was very necessary. Only in this way can I write about the feeling of the past.

OK, let’s go home with Jing. The longer you walk, the longer you will smile. I’m so depressed...

In fact, for a moment, I saw her showing sympathy, but she hid it very tightly...

After returning home, my sisters in the sixth grade were still in the sixth grade. After knowing the causes and consequences, they were very angry and helped me with a book. My parents were working in the field. As for me, I seemed to have forgotten what happened. Because I was already intoxicated in the world of toys.

Toys are the most important spiritual food when I was a child. What is different from other children is that I will not throw away bad toys. Not only that, I also talk to toys. It feels that they are all alive, but they just won’t move. I have feelings for my toys. Of course, no one knows that I talk to toys. Otherwise, I will treat me as a fool.

That was an experience of setbacks as soon as I went to school. However, with good luck, I will save face!

After a few days of class, Teacher Zhong finally found out that I was doing well! Yes, because of the efforts of learning to write before reading, I received the honorary reward of the second best-looking writing in the whole class.

So, who is the first one? By the way, it is quiet.

I think so. Teacher Zhong only said that Jing and I are the two best-looking people in the class, and never said who is the first and second.

She is the first, I think.

Because Jing and I write beautifully, and many of the classmates cannot write well no matter how teachers teach them, so Teacher Zhong asked Jing and each of them to teach a classmate to write.

How to teach it? Just teach it to write with your hands!

But why?! Teacher Zhong asked such beautiful Jing to teach a male classmate who was very disgusted? I don’t care whether she was a male classmate. What I care about was why it was a male classmate? When I saw Jing grabbing the male classmate’s handwriting, I felt so uncomfortable! How could it be? I haven’t grabbed her hand yet! I can’t accept it! I think that should be the first time I’ve really been jealous in my life...

OK, it's me.

Teacher Zhong asked me to teach a little girl who looks good... so speechless. She is very short. Although she is in preschool, her height seems to be the height of a kindergarten child. She wears a pair of oversized round glasses, which makes her innocent eyes look very big!

Well, I slowly reached out and touched her hand, and my heart beat a little faster. I was a little nervous, I had never touched a girl's hand!

Finally, I finally grabbed her hand and corrected her pen.

She is just stupid! I am stupid, she is even stupider than me! I told her not to work hard, just let me work hard. I want to write a stroke, but her hand is just out of control. I want to write a stroke, but her hand is nervous and forcefully.

I looked at her eyes helplessly, and she also looked at my eyes calmly. What do you think? My first time, I have given you such a loving hand, are you still so arrogant?!

Oh, after a class, I only wrote a few words, and I was in a turbulent manner.

I looked at Jing helplessly. Jing taught Yan Jing very much. When she saw me and looked at her, she smiled, and I laughed too. It was really a tacit understanding!

Teacher Zhong looked at the words written by Jingshe’s male classmate and said, “Jing teaches very well!”

I came over to see what I taught and said, "Liu Jinlong taught it well." Actually, at that time, I felt that the teacher was lying. It was obviously not good-looking, but I still let me step down for my face. I felt a little guilty, but when I saw the little girl wearing big round glasses, I felt very uncomfortable! Look at the words written by the male classmate Jingzhi, it was so beautiful! It was so amazing!
Chapter completed!