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Yi’an lived with his grandparents throughout elementary school.
On that day in first grade, I first met my grandparents and saw the house I would live in for the next seven years, the photos my memory took are all golden, no houses had been built on the open ground in front of Grandma’s door yet, it was patches and patches of green, with mulberry leaves I needed to feed my silkworms, all green plants. Later reinforced concrete gradually appeared there, later the green plants suddenly disappeared, and even later big houses suddenly sprang up from the ground, the open space originally full of sunlight became tall gray brick walls.

Behind Grandma’s house was a huge bamboo forest, I still clearly remember to this day, when a gust of wind blew, the tops of the tall bamboo swayed wildly and rustled in the wind, as if they were about to be snapped by the wind, that bamboo must have been six stories high, inside the bamboo forest were a few chickens raised by Grandma, and occasionally stray cats would appear. Many families lived behind the bamboo forest, a female classmate from elementary school lived in the village behind my house.

In elementary school I seemed to interact more closely with female classmates, YYH and CMT always came to my house to play during elementary school, we played dominoes, I would set up a full circle brimming on the dining table in the living room, and then take a video watching them stumble and fall one by one, the video is of course long gone (laughs). Aside from dominoes, they were both good at playing poker, even at nine o’clock they would occasionally come to my house to play, we sat on different sides of the living room dining table, playing muddled card games.
YYH and WSN rode my grandpa’s tricycle home every day, but as we got into higher grades, Grandpa inevitably found his strength falling short of his wishes. I still remember the day before W passed away, at the school gate, seeing them run quickly toward Grandpa’s tricycle made me feel so bad that I cried out and angrily scolded them. Later on the road, WSN apologetically handed me a leaf to say sorry. The next morning, I heard classmates in the classroom saying that WSN got into a car accident. Her relatives concluded the cause of the accident was W’s grandma being obsessed with playing mahjong, giving WSN money to go buy breakfast by herself, and WSN got into the accident on her way to school alone. A classmate said she saw brains spilled all over the ground.
My dear Nannan. A few days after I heard about it, a classmate mentioned her during the speech under the national flag.

Around first or second grade I went to CMT’s house to play once, Ori-Princess, we happily watched it together in her room. Afterward we played role-play as a queen and a bandit, of course she was the queen, and later she bizarrely took off her clothes and only used a quilt as a cape, , while the role I played was something like a lustful bandit. What an innocent childhood indeed.

In fifth grade, my deskmate XSY, his decision not to participate in the play required by the teacher shocked me at the time, and makes me agree wholeheartedly now. At the time he was just always reading, always reading, always reading, in my memory he seemed to always be lying on his desk with his head down reading. Later he transferred schools and left. I heard ZSY say she had a book she hadn’t returned to X yet, but it seemed she couldn’t return it anymore either.

ZSY was a cute girl, from second grade to fifth grade, we would go together to our math teacher’s house for tutoring. What still leaves a deep impression on me is that she and I shared an umbrella on a certain rainy day, “Hey, Surname M”, she always liked to call me that. She had a pretty big birthmark on her face. I suspect she liked me

Rainy

Rainy is the girl I like. Rainy’s figure seemed a bit taller than other girls her age. Rainy is very cute, Rainy is as cute as a kitten, Rainy is also very cute when she smiles. Rainy likes anime and manga, Rainy already liked anime and manga back in elementary school, when Rainy started seventh grade, she brought a lot of Fujiya lollipops. Rainy is an introverted girl.
In seventh grade, at two o’clock in the afternoon on September twenty-fifth, two thousand and sixteen, through anonymous messages, I confessed my feelings to Rainy after my identity was almost seen through.
Rainy said she had also liked me for a long time in elementary school, Rainy said the time she liked me was definitely longer than the time I liked her. Rainy said she already knew long ago that she liked me, though if that was the case why did she still make me confess first. Rainy’s birthday is April nineteenth. Rainy was in Class 2, while I was in Class 4. After moving up to high school, Rainy was still in the same school as me, but still in different classes.
If only she and I were in the same class, that would have been great.
Irrationally, I broke up with Rainy on January eighth of the following year. Go marry the 2D world you like, the exact words on QQ.
Of course I regretted it to death.

However, later, in eighth grade, RJW, Rainy’s friend told me, once when Rainy’s homeroom teacher was investigating if any students in the class were dating, R said, she watched a blushing Rainy say that she was dating me, her face was really so, so red, R said with a grin like that.
After that, every time at the cafeteria entrance, if I saw Rainy walking together with a few of her good friends, they would laugh and call out Rainy’s name at me, they were really so gossipy. Though I didn’t show any reaction, I was really happy in my heart. Once the short-sleeved school uniform Rainy wore was very baggy, though it was black. Rainy was always very quiet, she always spoke in a very low voice, always only talking to the people right next to her.

Later I tried to re-add Rainy’s QQ many times, but I was either rejected, and the only time it went through after revealing my identity, I was chewed out by her. She sent me a meme of backing away at the speed of light.

In high school, I saw Rainy a few times, she is still so cute. Rainy is still the same as in middle school, the same as in elementary school. But I didn’t dare go up and talk to her, even though she was right beside me.

Later on QQ, RJW said Rainy’s feelings for me were already a thing of childhood, it was in the past, and there was no need to do anything anymore. I don’t really agree with that.
But I still like her so much, just looking at her makes me so, so satisfied.

Xin

Xin was my middle school class monitor. In ninth grade, she took a leave of absence and dropped back to eighth grade. Although the teacher never told us explicitly, the classmates all seemed to know that Xin had depression. At least it seemed to have an unknown cause just like mine. Xin was an excellent class monitor, both classmates and teachers evaluated her as such, she was the pillar of our class. Xin seemed to have once tried to jump off the building in the dorm, but was stopped by the homeroom teacher. Xin seemed to have fainted on the playground once. I remember one time, maybe during evening self-study, Xin’s mother came to pick Xin up to go home with an anxious look on her face, and Xin’s condition in my memory seemed describable as somatized unconsciousness. Xin once had an episode during the Chinese teacher’s class, the cause looking just as unknown as mine, Xin forcefully kicked her desk at the time, startling the whole class, the Chinese teacher was quite calm though, saying that even if she tore up her books, it had nothing to do with him.
Xin once sat behind me, that time was an awards ceremony for the midterm exams, I got a prize, a light brown plastic doll. Xin said she wanted it, but at the time I thought it was very cute and wanted to save it for my mom, although I didn’t give it to my mom later either. Xin angrily told others behind me that I must have gotten a girlfriend, and that was why I wouldn’t give that cute doll to her. If it were now, I would definitely give it to her.

In ninth grade I fell in love with pens, it was another awards ceremony, in the big classroom, I got a long blue pen with a pendant, the barrel had a cute white bear pattern, and it was even 3D. I examined that pen with such utmost seriousness that my classmates all thought I was weird.

In middle school there were two girls, why is it girls again, during that time, before exams, they would always strike a pos together to cheer me on! I was really so happy, back at that time. Later when we went to high school, they still hung out together all the time, they said they hoped I would come hang out with them.
My deskmate in middle school was a very pretty girl, she could do voice acting, and seemed to use it often when talking to teachers, a girl’s voice is already very sweet, and after being optimized by her you can’t imagine how nice it sounded. Her hair was styled very nicely. Once she asked me if it was better to tie her ponytail high or low, although I had a detailed answer in my heart, tying it low looks quieter with the gentle and elegant feel of an ancient girl tying it high looks very lively it still depends on what type you want to show though many girls in the class tie it high and you often tie it high too so why not try tying it low this time, however, what came out of my mouth was, both look good. She was extremely angry, then that’s the same as saying nothing at all.

Music exams in middle school were different from elementary school, though elementary school seemed to have no music exams at all. I was forced to go on stage and sing a song, back then I was listening to Jay Chou, and now several years later I am still listening to Jay Chou. Back then classmates in the dorm would often sing all kinds of songs, the sky of celadon awaits the misty rain, the haze of smoke lingers o’er the stone-grill shop, boohoo I can’t really remember the others.
I sang Blue and White Porcelain, because I was introverted, it seemed to be the first time many classmates had ever heard my voice, and the whole room applauded.
Later, there was another music exam, I sang Far Away, I carefully studied how to sing the Rap part but ended up only singing the beginning, and the result was not optimistic either, I cry.
There was a girl in the class, Yi sang Common Jasmine Orange.

My high school experience is black.

I lost the happiness of elementary and middle school. But who knows if elementary and middle school were really as happy as I think, in middle school I even had urinary incontinence in public during self-study class because I held my pee for too long, which was obviously not good at all.
So, it seems my life will never get better. Unless I die.

On 2021/6/13 15:13