If I remember correctly, at that time, I never said to you: I actually don’t want to dance with you!

It’s just that the boy I happened to face is you! One fat and tall is you, the other is thin and small, it is me. It seems that the combination that can make people laugh, has not changed any more.

What I think, do you know?

Why did I dance with you? Why did the teacher agree to exchange dance partners but there was no more? Why did you always laugh, like a fat monkey? In the last class of every afternoon, I was really suffering and uncomfortable.

It’s not without reason. Your chubby hands made me feel a little confused when I looked at it. Moreover, the sweaty hand held, it was slippery, and I had to think of holding a loach. And your movements were not like you who were full of flesh, but like a wooden stake! Stiff and rigid, so because of you, we finally stayed on the playground and continued to practice dancing. The embarrassment of capitalization was full of dancing on my face.

You kept holding my hind legs and then pretended to be very hurt. At that time, I really wanted to raise my left hand high and tell the teacher that I asked for a change of dance partner! However, I didn't do it. The dance accompanied by the little white boat, you and I danced to the end, you also hopped to the end, and I was speechless to the end.

By the way, it was already eight or nine years ago.

Now, you are still tall and fat, and I am still thin and small…

When I saw you, I actually didn't recognize you. It was my mother. I pointed at your back and said: Isn't he that person? It turned out that he was a man who was a married uncle, and he was you! To be honest, time seemed to be with you, speeding up. You looked a little bit vicissitudes.

Seeing your side face makes me imagine that the fat white man who stole pomegranates with me, the playful man who was persuaded by my grandmother at home to tutor you because she didn't like to study, and the one who was often taught by the class teacher but didn't remember you...

In fact, if I live on the 18th floor, you live on the 3rd floor. However, except for that chance to see you, there is nothing left.

The world is really big and big. It’s obviously in a building, but it feels like they are far away.

This feeling seems to be not just for you, as if, for all the people around me who have left, we are in the south and the other is in the north. Because we have left, we leave memories, so we can easily open the memories that have been sealed.

I have always had a very strange idea. Anyone or thing that is not living in the same era as me, when mentioned, seems to be an excavated antique, very far away, even further away from me than the stars. Specifically, I don’t know why I think so.

Real contact and real face-to-face are the most real. Perhaps this is what I think in my subconscious mind. People and things that are already invisible are actually good to recall. Even if people sometimes have clever mistakes in their memories, it is not a mistake if they make people happy!
Chapter completed!