The fragments in memory are always intermittent. It is not because life was intermittent, but the shining points in memory blinded those ordinary memories, so they often skip. As they jump, time becomes messy.

I forgot what time it was, and I was very happy because I added a person’s QQ, and then I was very disappointed.

At that time, it was evening and I had to go to study for myself in the evening for half an hour. I was still playing with my phone in the dormitory, as if I was playing QQ games. When I was tired of playing, I suddenly remembered someone in the class, yes, I wanted to add that person’s QQ.

I also forgot how I knew that person’s QQ. When adding QQ, I had to verify it. I put the word “Xinong” in a little fear and added a smile. This is the sign of verification that I like. Then, I struggled for a few seconds and pressed to send. It seemed that I was looking forward to that person passing my verification, and at the same time, I was also afraid that the person would refuse to add me as a friend.

Within five minutes, you can have any complicated moods. Hu, which means you can't understand.

Just the sixth minute after sending the verification, the person passed my friend verification. I was so excited that I was like Tarzan of the Ape, "Oh~Oh~Oh~Oh~Oh" and jumped back to the classroom happily like a child who got the candy given by the adult. Similarly, it means that I can't understand.

As soon as I entered the back door of the classroom, I looked at that person. Huh? That person was studying. And in front of that person, Wuming was playing with his cell phone.

I was a little confused and then I remembered that the person seemed to have no cell phone. Could it be?

Sure enough, the person asked Wuming if he had finished reading it. I guessed at the time that the person should have used Wuming's mobile phone to access QQ. So, the person who passed me just now was Wuming. My happiness instantly turned into lost rain, spreading all over my heart.

After their conversation, it was proved that my guess was correct.

Didn’t I add that person’s QQ? Why are you unhappy? Maybe, what I care about is not whether it was added or not. But whether that person passed the verification from the bottom of his heart was my friend. But what made me pass the verification was Wuming…

Who is that person? Well, in the first half of the first semester of high school, I really hope to become a good friend with that person, and it is Ying who makes me feel like she likes.

But later I felt a little uncomfortable when I communicated less. But I was very happy and we still had communication.

Huh, I have to change to another special topic.

I said that I have a somewhat perverted perfection mentality, which is that I don’t like to have flaws that I don’t like.

Therefore, I often observe whether there are any hairs under my armpits that make me disgusted. Fortunately, my body understands my mentality of not wanting to grow up. It’s not that I don’t have hair, but it’s just that it’s so small and thin, and it’s less obvious than the hairs on my hands.

During the break, there was still a corridor full of "humanity" atmosphere. The fat guy was still talking endlessly, and I still listened attentively. But sometimes, I would become the target of the fat guy!

The fat guy sometimes says: "As soon as I look at you, I know that your hair is not growing in full!"

I was very surprised and smiled a little: "You are!"

The fat man was excited: "How could I look like you? Mine is a dense forest, and yours, haha, are you just a few grasses on the bare desert? Is there any comparison?"

I knelt down at that time and convinced me! It was indeed connotation and image! The fat man’s skills were so powerful that I could not imagine! How to speak well without embarrassing is also a kind of ability to speak. The fat man is a master!!

So after a long time, the fat man's words will still be quoted by me in some special groups. After all, that sentence is lasting and effective for me. As a child with slow development, you must know how to defend yourself, just right.

I was confused easily during the first semester and the second semester. Because, in my memory, I have more memories of my first year of high school, so I will wrap many interconnected lines like a thread ball.

But it doesn't matter. Time is not a problem, as long as it belongs to the memory of that year, it's fine.

Sometimes, if you are injured, you will feel sorry for your misfortune. However, after a while, you will accidentally discover new gains. Or rather, misfortune may also be another kind of luck.

I still remember the results of my first-year high school physical examination. Well, yes, I am 1.65 meters tall. The typical height of the squin is quite suitable for me. Although I can't raise my head in front of a girl who is taller than me, and with the humorous jokes of the fat man, I still like my height at that time.

But occasionally I am depressed. The god who grew up with me was still about the same height as mine in elementary school. Once I arrived in junior high school, he was a little taller than me. Then in the first year of high school, he was already very tall in front of me! And I had to look at him with a slight look up and talk to him. It’s not that the difference is so big...

Alas, people are just conflicts. They don’t want to be tall, but they want to be tall.

Maybe, God wants to test me. Or maybe, God wants to make me experience another experience. So, my left hand and wrist bone were broken...

Why are there bone cracks? Well... According to the evidence provided by the victim - me, the truth can be found.

After detailed analysis, we can see that the first crime scene at that time was at the entrance of the stairs next to the classroom corridor.

There are three witnesses, namely, my former deskmate Song, and Yan and Yan, who have a good time with Song. They are a team, a team like a best friend. Yan looks more like a child than me, but he also calls me Xinong. Yan looks like a representative of a strong man and a master of funny humor. He also calls me Xinong. Gaga, Xinong is so happy! Humph! Sorry, I'm off topic...

Going back to the topic, then, what did the witnesses see? Well... they don't want to disclose it.

So, what is hidden behind the unwillingness to be revealed? Who made the victim - me, cracked?

From the footage taken by memorization, I can see that my right hand was very hard-pressed and my left hand, which seemed to be seriously injured, burst into the classroom with pain, and sat in my seat with difficulty. This picture is really a bit like making a movie.

At that time, my deskmate Jiong looked at me strangely and asked me what was wrong.

I asked him to pull my left hand, and then my expression became even more painful! It should be that my left hand was injured, but I didn’t see any wounds or blood. So, the preliminary judgment may be that my hand was twisted!

Memories continued to follow me for twenty-four hours of secret photography. It seemed difficult for me to get into bed. Since I was in bed, the role of my hand was very important. The left hand was not useful, and the right hand at that time did not have much strength to withstand my weight. The entire process of getting into bed can be described in three words: pull, crawl, and rub.

Or God had already arranged it, and it was just the next morning after class. Fortunately, it was on holiday because the hands were swollen and the pain was more obvious.

I got home with difficulty and complained to my dear grandma. Then, I went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor suggested taking an X-ray. Well, I also took it...

As a result, it wasn't that I had twisted my hand. Instead, there was a bit of bone crack on my wrist and the bones of my hand were a little displaced.

There is nothing I can do, I can only let the doctor take action!

The doctor gently grabbed my hand, as if he was looking at how he was in the condition. I didn't care.

But suddenly, there was a "click!" sound.

I shouted "Ah!"

The doctor actually twisted my wrist back when I was not paying attention!

I finally understood why those who broke bones and wanted to get bones shouted so painfully. Because, it was so painful! I cried, and cried in Ah Po’s arms! I haven’t tried it so painful before when I grew up. Seeing me crying so painfully, Ah Po also cried... It seems that I saw my grandma crying for me for the first time. I cried so painfully, but I was so happy!

Afterwards, I took an X-ray to confirm whether the restore was in place. Well, I made a very successful twist! I am worthy of being an experienced doctor!

Finally, the left hand bandaged, just as cool as the bandages of the policemen on TV after they were shot in the arms!

So, I have to take a leave because I can't take care of myself...

OK, I have dictated the content of the memory screen. This is the situation after I was killed.

However, I still didn't tell the reason for the bone crack? What happened?!

Well...please allow me to close my eyes and rest for a while, and wait and then return the truth to me.

The truth is often a beautiful lie, and a lie may be the answer to the truth.

After my left hand had a broken wrist, my family asked me the truth. When I went to school to ask for leave, the teacher asked me the truth, and friends and classmates asked me the truth.

My answer is all: it is caused by accidental fall.

This is a lie, a lie that is not beautiful.

After I returned to school and asked for leave, I brought books from various subjects home to study by myself. In fact, within two weeks of taking leave, I only read Chinese books. In the corridor on the second floor of my home, I was basking in the sun while reading articles. That was my favorite reading environment...

At that time, I thought about it: Is it really okay to hide the truth? Is bone cracking a good thing?

It is not easy to live a well-being, and it is extremely difficult to take a shower. It is difficult to take off your clothes, and you cannot move too much with your left hand, let alone touch water. Ah my mother also wants to ask her cousin Peng to help me wipe my body... Huh, I would rather not take a shower than expose it.

I spent most of my time in TV series for two weeks, and I felt a little wasted, but I was also very happy. It is rare to be relaxed under such great study pressure!

When my wrist could be slightly turned and the bandage could be removed, I went back to school to attend class. I didn't know what happened when I was not in school for two weeks.

So Brother Jiong talked to me about some things that happened in two weeks, related to me. Among them, the Chinese teacher praised the article I wrote was quite good. I felt very happy at that time! If I could hear the Chinese teacher praise with my own ears, what would that feel like?

After two weeks, I feel that many of my classmates are a little unfamiliar. I don’t know if it’s my problem or their style.

Okay, Gan asked me the truth too. Huh, no, I still didn't tell her.

At that time, I cared too much about face and was so scared that I was so afraid of being laughed at, so I didn’t want to tell the truth.

In fact, there is only one truth! That is, I have harmed myself.

Back on the day of the incident, Song, Yan and Yan were studying street dance at the stairs. I took a look and found that because someone would dance street dance in junior high school, I taught myself a little bit of street dance, and thought I could do it.

So, I squatted down as a demonstration, supported the ground with my fingers, and turned around with my legs. Suddenly, my left hand seemed to be empty, and my whole left hand was paralyzed to a severe pain! I went into the classroom in pain! Then, all the contents of the memory screen above.

In fact, I usually won’t get hurt. But I was confused. I shouldn’t use my fingers to support the ground, but with my palms. My bones are calcium-deficient, and I can support my entire weight with my fingers. For me at that time, it was good luck to keep losing my wrists.

So, I am afraid that others will laugh at me and I love to show up. Indeed, I love to show up very much, but I also care too much about other people's eyes and mouths. It took me so long to have the courage to break my cowardice and tell the truth. It's a bit of progress...

At the beginning, I thought that bone fractures were still a tragedy. After all, it brought me more pain than happiness.

However, I may be really lucky.

Because of the fractured bones, I felt that I would be very calcium-deficient, so I asked my family to buy a bottle of calcium supplement capsules worth 100 yuan for me to eat. At that time, I was just trying to replenish the calcium in the fractured wrist bones. Unexpectedly, after eating the bottle of capsules, my height increased sharply!

The speed of height increase surprised me very much! Because, my gaze that almost always looked up at the fat man began to slowly turn into a flat straight line, and even tended to look down slightly.

I am really tall! I feel that I am really lucky! Because if God really wants to abuse me, my left wrist will probably break. But it is just a little bit. If God wants to punish me, I can stop me from supplementing calcium, but keep in a world where I can't think of it. But I actually want to supplement calcium for no reason...

So, I began to believe that misfortune may also be another kind of luck.
Chapter completed!